I’ve turned into a train.

Remember the childhood story about the little engine that could? He was having issues going up a hill, and out of perserverance and his motto “I think I can” on repeat he was successful at climbing said hill.

Well, I’ve become that train. I didn’t realize it until today, but I’ve been like a parrot, continuously repeating the same thing over and over and over and over

and over

and over

and over until someone shoots and eats the parrot while I’m trying to finish something. Only, I don’t say “I think I can”. I’ve moderned it up a bit. Made it a bit more valley girlish me. My mantra?

I can so totally do this.

Say it together with me now:

I can so totally do this
I can so totally do this
I can so totally do this
I can so totally do this

Pretty catchy, huh?

I’ve said it while writing proofs for my homework. I’ve said it while trying to finish working out instead of giving up and eating a gallon of ice cream. I’ve even [unforunately] done it while forcing myself to run with terrible shin splints. By terrible, I mean crying when putting the slightest pressure on my legs and having to be carried out of the work out place by the husband. I can’t not though. If I “not”, then I regress. If I regress, then all I’ve done so far is pointless. I’ve also recently said it while driving on solid ice trying not to die.

So does it work? So far, yes. Hopefully it’ll continue, because I need it to help me not only survive this semester, but survive this semester with grades I am PROUD of.

I can so totally do this.
I can so totally do this.
I can so totally do this.
I can so totally do this.
I can so totally do this.

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Writer’s Workshop

OMG IT’S BEEN FAR TOO LONG!

I promise I have not fallen off the wagon. Okay I have. A bit. Let us carry on though! This week’s prompt that I am chosing: A Favorite Valentine’s Tradition

Our tradition is an odd one I think, maybe not. We don’t celebrate Valentine’s day ON V-day. We celebrate it on another day around the 14th.

Let us do that weird wavy thing that happens on TV when someone goes into dream- or past-mode.

wavy

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It all started when Husband was still a young buck on the wrestling team in high school. Ever so committed to supporting him [good to know that hasn’t stopped yet. Kiss ass? Perhaps. Supportive? More than you could ever imagine] instead of preparing for an evening filled with wining sparkling grape juicing and dining, I was sitting in the stands of an opponent’s school gym cheering on the Mister. Even then, we both understood that it wasn’t the day that made it special, but what happened on the day that made it special. A few days later, we went out and pretended like it was our very own Valentine’s day. It kind of was.

As the years collected, and the Mister had other more important obligations ::coughcoughMILITARYcoughAFGHANISTANcoughBEINGACOP:: we pushed the meaning of the 14th aside and celebrated when it was more convienient for us both. The only time we celebrated it on the “correct” date was the year he proposed [And OMG I can’t believe how cliche it totally is to get engaged on Valentine’s. So.cheesy. but it happened, so whatevs] and right after I said yes and he put the ring on my finger, what did we do? Went to help out at the high school’s wrestling tourney. Complete circle? Yes.

So my favorite tradition, is breaking the tradition. In his lines of work, we tend to break traditions a lot and I’m okay with that. In fact, I think I like it most because we remember why we should be celebrating rather than having to celebrate.

Now its your turn! Go here and pick what you want to write about, then link up!

All work and no play, makes something something

You know the drill. In this case it doesn’t really have to do with working or playing, but more about getting cabin fever and wanting to run out of this house full force.

Can I escape? Of course, however, with 3″ of packed ice replacing the roads and my record of driving, escaping is not a very financially logical option.
Day 1 I was STOKED. No school. Play in the snow. Stay home underneath heaps of blankets. Making s’mores by the fireplace with the Mister.

[That is my school board so I know what is due when. Also, its easier to do difficult math problems on it because its a LOT easier to erase and just completely start over]

The littlest child is less than thrilled.
The big kid is a little more excited, but loses enthusiasm within minutes.

Day 2 is a little less exciting. I’ve been watching terrible movies and trying to keep connected to the rest of the world through the internet on my phone. The big kid wanted to go play, but it just wasn’t in the cards today. It was entirely too cold and the excitement had dwindled immensely.

Day 3 is tomorrow, and I’ve been feeling antsy since this evening so I can only imagine what tomorrow will be like. Perhaps I’ll finish my blanket I haven’t been working on for a year. I’ll probably end up playing in the snow by myself since Husband will be sleeping for work. Besides that, there still won’t be much else to do. It’ll still be below freezing. I fear another cancellation on Friday. WHAT WILL I DO. Tell me. Please.

This is why I don’t do well with snow. Besides the insistent whining about the cold, I do NOT fair well being held up in on place for an extended period of time. So please internets, what shall I do tomorrow, and perhaps Friday?

I do not want to get imaginary drunk and see imaginary creepy twins staring back at me. I’d have to imagniary kill them for trespassing on my property.