Since we are still on our own, kiddo and I had a disco party in the kitchen (slippery floors and all that...) Can I state for the record that Peaches & Herb's Shake Your Groove Thing must be among the most peppy, uptempo, upbeat disco tunes of all time?

I think the only K-tel-esque Item I have ever purchased is The Ultimate Dance Party double CD. There are a few clunkers on there but overall its got 'da HITS, baby! (Ktel sells prescription DRUGS now...I guess since their customer base is aging they've moved on from crap-rock compilations to lipotor and viagra...)

I was over at Michelle's, admiring her Bon Jovi obsession when I recalled a purchase that I have been hankering to make for some time now.

None other than a faux-Bebe shirt, encrusted in swarovski crystals, that looks like this:

 

Yeeeeeeaaaaaaah. That's what I'm talkin' 'bout! It's just so "Jersey."

Poor Chrysalis noted that the Penn State song is pounding in his brain, so I'll subject all of you to an earworm courtesy of the internet research of Miss Ginger.

I said I wasn't going to post about it but goshdarnit, I am just giddy over my EAGLES getting into the Superbowl! I am holding my breath, though as Chad Lewis can't play and Owens is not 100% either. Boo :(

I have enjoyed football - IF its a team I care about - since I was a little kid, and my dad sat us down to watch Paterno and Penn State every Saturday.

My home seems to have a revolving door on it.

Last week, we had a quickie visit from my parents, on Friday, my husband left on a 9-day trip to Hong Kong for work, and today I dropped a friend off at the airport who came to visit for a few days.

So, I am now a "business trip widow", just having a quiet week at home with the child.

*sigh*

Before I continue this post, please promise me, dear readers, that none of you will call the SPCA/Humane Society on me!

Winter Blahs, Seasonal Affective Disorder, Cabin Fever...

Well, whatever you want to call it I think I have a touch of it today and so to reflect on warm, blue skies of days past, I offer the following photos from August, 2004. Yet more surfing pics, although  man, was it WINDY that day!  There was a crazy southbound "current" although it was really just the wind pushing the water - and us on our funboards - in that direction. I think we are giggling because we were struggling to hold the boards upright for the picture due to those gusts. I think the clouds look very cool , if not slightly intimidating. I think this was one of the first times I went out on a "real" board before - my sister is pretty darn good and she gave me some good pointers, even though it was a lousy day for it.

And here we are "setting up" to attempt to catch a ride in...

 

I am looking forward to more surfing this summer...until then I will have to manage to navigate the ice pond in my yard.

Go EAGLES! (or "Iggles" if you're from Philly!)

Over the weekend, I received a cd of holiday pics from my sister courtesy of my parents-as-couriers. They flew into town for an additional birthday celebration for my daughter - a trip for all of us to partake of the "dinner and tournament" that is Medieval Times. Yes, there were dashing "knights", too many ways to spend money, and plenty of chicken to be eaten with your hands. Don't get me wrong - it was an enjoyable evening but I'm not up for expounding on castle-born fantasies at the moment.

The other day we had unseasonably warm weather - a record high of 62 degrees by late afternoon. Of course, having such freakish warmth in January generated not only the rapid melting of some 9 inches of snowpack, it also produced an unusual wintertime thunderstorm, complete with driving rains. By late evening our backyard looked like a small lake - although it was actually only low spots in the grass with a few inches of water.

Yesterday the temperatures dipped to "normal" and we even got more snow. And then I got an idea last night while walking the dog and sensing the declining thermometer readings.

I checked the news before bed and sure enough this weekend was predicted to be in the single digits; as I write this entry it is 7.

And as I suspected during my dog walk, the small "pond" in the yard turned into a smooth glaze of ice, just thick enough to support the weight of a certain 5-year old I know.

So I scurried up to the attic and produced a pair of those "kiddie skates" - the double blades set wide apart that strap on to shoes or boots.

I stated to my daughter over breakfast, "What would you think about bundling up and ice skating in the backyard?"

She was perplexed and asked a flurry of questions about the logistics of my proposed activity. But I guess I convinced her well enough to stuff her into a warm snowsuit, layering on a balaclava (ski mask type thing), fleece socks, double-padded mittens and then head outdoors.

Luckily for us, the sunny skies made the otherwise arctic atmosphere bearable, and we had a fun time stumbling about on the ice.