It has snowed off and on here since last night and school was flat out cancelled. No two hour delay rigamarole, just flat out cancelled. Colorado is the king of two hour school delays because the weather here is blizzard one minute and sunshine the next. You know it is serious if the cancel goes down without the delay.

This photo I took off my deck this afternoon doesn’t look too crazy, but the wind has been blowing and I guess the roads are icy and visibility is crap. I will take the cancel because this means I don’t have to operate a motor vehicle and take people to and from school.

The snow meant I was able to test out my new doormat. I lead a crazy, action packed life, I know. Try and keep up.

Anyway, for two years we have had a mat in our entry way that was for a kitchen, like a small, crappy non-absorbant, flimy ass kitchen rug for in front of your sink. It was my “we just moved in and need something in front of our door FOR NOW rug” and I forgot about it because I was too busy painting every single room in my house because holy gold and orange and forest green. I hated the mat, but especially every time we came in from the elements because snow would melt all over and it was barely large enough for use to put a few pairs of boots on it. When it wasn’t snowing, I noticed that my entryway always had tiny bits of sand/gravel tracked in and it drove me crazy.

I’ve always wanted a Waterhog doormat (not an affliate link-that’s just where I bought it) because it seemed like it was exactly what we needed, but they are $50 and you guys, it is a doormat. In a fit of disgusted with my flimsy kitchen mat rage, I just went right on ahead and angry one-clicked purchased that shit and I’m here to tell you it rules. It has a rubber backing and doesn’t slip around and the waffle design traps everything from your shoes like magic.

Now I know it isn’t freaking pinworthy because it isn’t an antique Moroccan rug from Turkey, but this is real life and this rug gets stuff done. This means it collects all the water and snow and dirt and gravel before we track it into the house and I have stopped wanting to weep and make everyone crawl into the house on all fours.

It’s the little things and I apologize for blogging about a doormat. (SORRY NOT SORRY)

I’ve been going through toys and packing away the “baby” ones I want to save, just three bins. OK, three bins of their favorites and two more bins of books. I don’t know why I’m saving them. I really don’t have any plans to have another child, the two I already own have broken me with their errant sleep habits. I had to wake up four? five? times in one night last week with Troy who was ill, but even when he isn’t sick he likes to recreate his starring role in the award winning play (in our house) “Errbody Co-Sleep” and walk across my body while climbing into our bed at 4 a.m. every single night. I was so damn tired after waking up four? five? times in one night with him that the next day I’m pretty sure I dozed off while checking the mail.

Someone gave Zoe a Hello Kitty toy camera years ago, I mean, this thing has been floating around our homes for years. I say homes because we have moved numerous times since this POS toy came into our lives and we have successfully managed to accidentally keep track of this creepy toy that Troy accurately named “Bad Camera”. In the midst of our last move, I did however lose a bag of clothes (seriously) and a real life point and shoot digital camera (RIP Nikon Coolpix) that took actual photos and didn’t just scream out random, questionable creepy phrases.

Say cheese, eff you. Same diff says bad camera.