First SNOW!!

We got our first REAL SNOW today...

Happy to get ready

Excited to go play!

Sam is still happy...Charlie is not so sure...

Believe it or not, Sam laughed after I took this. She loves the snow!

Happy New Year!!!

I typically don't like really hyped up days...they are always a letdown. A few years ago, we started going to my in-laws cottage for New Years' Eve, mainly because we didn't want to take the risk of going out and getting arrested somewhere, and also because I am too cheap to spend a ton of money on one night. Every year, we sort of go back-and-forth over what we are going to do, and every year we wind up at the lake. This year, we have been blessed with "real snow".

Real Snow is the kind that piles up and you can go out and play in. It's the kind where you can build snow forts, and go snowmobiling, and have snowball fights with your Golden Retriever. (guess who wins??) It started snowing on our drive up last night, and hasn't really stopped since. I love Real Snow. Especially here.

Since it is cold outside, and there is Real Snow, we have a fire in the fireplace. And since my Purdue Boilermakers were on ESPN playing against #6 West Virginia, Workaholic snuggled up with Sam, and this is her, watching her future alma mater kick the you-know-what out of the Mountaineers...


Fonz also loves real snow...

And when it gets too cold, he comes in and warms up with the Blue Blanket. We all love our lazy days...

Whoo-Hoo!!

It’s snowing!! I know that we are only supposed to get a couple of inches, but I would skip if I could. The Fonz is going to be sooo excited when I get home and let him out. Zoomies for everyone!!

Winter Wonderland

Workaholic has spent the past three days working on a project in Michigan, and finally allowed himself to come home last night. (which is to say that his dad told him to go home and he felt comfortable enough with the progress of said project to actually leave) He called last night to report that he was soooo excited that he got to shovel the driveway there yesterday. (yes, he is a freak, and yes, we do own a snowblower…but why use it if you are perfectly capable of shoveling?? Fun!!!)

Anyway, when he walked in to the house, I am sadsadsad that I didn’t have my camera handy, because he presented me with a snowball all the way from Michigan. (I guess the top of his truck held snow the whole way home) So I held it for about .5 seconds, admiring its beauty, and then the Fonz saw it. I swear, I saw his eyes light up. You could actually see the excitement in his body movements, (he was trembling) and within another .5 second, the perfect snowball (good snow for a snowman, packed well) was plucked from its perch in my chilled little hand and whisked across the room. Where it promptly got eaten. In tiny little bites, mostly from the play bow position, and completely. The best part was when I let him outside a minute later, he ran out, and stood looking back and forth across the backyard, and you could just see the confusion. “I don’t get it??? Where is it??? I just ate some!! Where the hell is the snow??????” Poor thing.

What I didn’t realize is that a mere 5 miles from my house, (not even as the crow flies, but by actual roads), is that they got snow! Like, a lot of snow. As in 8-10 inches of snow. Enough to have to shovel, or snow blow, or dig your car out. Enough to be late to work, and to have everyone at work talking about the snow, because most of us got nothing. Not even a light dusting across our still green grass. Poor little Fonz. I won’t tell him if you don’t tell him that the snow was so close, yet so, so far away. (I am posting a picture of him from last winter, it was nighttime, and actually snowing, and he was sooooo happy)