On Procrastination

I should be doing laundry.  The good heavens knows I am up to my eyeballs in the stuff.  And the unmatched socks.  They need to go to, well, not the heavens.

I'll get to it tomorrow.  When I wash the sheets.  Which probably also should haven happened today. Sad face emoji.

The past 5 days have brought two snow storms.  The first one arrived quietly on Saturday; unadvertised but strong.  And snow-filled.  

 It turned what was slated to be an incredibly chaotic Saturday, into a tranquil one.  And I loved it.  We all loved it.

Postponed is all the chaos. Not erased.  Just procrastinated. 

I am becoming a real pro at procrastinating chaos.

 The second storm, arriving Monday and departing Tuesday, was of celebrity status.  Hyper-hyped with promises of epic, record breaking snow fall.  We were going to be buried in feet of snow.  Two, three, six?  The meteorologists couldn't be sure, but it was going to be more snow than we would or could or have ever seen in our lifetimes.  The snow stuff of legends.

 We got six inches.

 But lo, there is no shame in a busted blizzard.  The New Jersey went quiet.  Calm.  Hunkered and happy.  

I quite liked our snorepocolypse.

Buuut, the DMV shut down for the storm that wasn't, and I really needed to renew my license on the exact specific day and it didn't get done, and now I am expired.

I'll renew next week.

Procrastination: it pays.  Or maybe will make me pay.  Please remind to drive the speed limit until next Wednesday.

 Also, my roots.  I really should have made an appointment last month so that my blond may remain rootless, but, I am certain I was far too busy with far more pressing matters.

And then dinner.  Every. Single. Night.  

They always want dinner.

Good gosh I need a dominos in this town.

NYE 2014!!

We partied hard on December 31.  With some of our favorites.

The festivities began with the delivery of pizza for the small people.

Then, for the more discriminating palates, large quantities of food arrived from our favorite local restaurant and from our favorite sushi spot.

At faux midnight (10pm), we enjoyed a 3 minute countdown with King Julien (of Madagascar, for the uninformed variety; Read: those without small, obnoxious children).

The music was loud and the dancing lively.

As hard partying should be.

At the 3-2-1, balloons fell from the ceiling.

And more music and lively dancing ensued.

As hard party-ers should do.

 The evening concluded with a toast, cheers-ing to a fabulous year gone by and an even better year yet to come.

And then we draaannnkkk.

Because, ahem, we party hard.

2014, you were a dream.

Let's smooch.

Hitting the Slopes

 Over Winter Break, Allen earned himself major daddy points by taking the kids snowboarding.

 Tessa loved ski school.  She's begging to return.

Linley and Ryder both did snowboarding school.  

Linley came home and asked for a snowboard for next Christmas.

 After 5 minutes, Ryder was moved up to the intermediate class.  It's pretty thrilling to see him so comfortable on a board.  Any board.

It's also pretty thrilling to see him fall.

 Linley had two of her buddies in her class.  Definitely didn't hurt the enjoyment factor.

 Look at my cute little snow bunnies.  Are boys bunnies?  Probably not.  He also probably wouldn't appreciate being labeled cute.  Or little.

Whatever. Boys suck.

 The Group.

 As soon as their school session was over (it was 3 hours), Ryder and Linley went to Allen begging for more.  They got themselves on the lift and did a couple runs solo.

They're so cool.

 Eden and I stayed nice and cozy at home.  Also important to note, Allen "accidentally" took the keys to my car with him. 

Sooooo, Eden and I stayed nice and cozy and stranded at home.  

I'd say we're all ready for the next trip.