Snow Day?

Welcome to our snow day. Ok, ice day. This is the view leaning out of the front door. I'm sure if I ventured farther than the porch it's slick, and last I checked it was +4, with a windchill of -10. I really didn't put out 6 cans of trash - it was 9 cans & bags of leaves. I should send them to TX so my nieces and nephew can play in the leaves in the fall. My Kansas City cousin is enjoying it - I think they got snow to go with it and make it worthwhile. We've played legos, done laundry, dishes, fought over TV and generally crabbed to each other. Yippee - can't wait for Christmas so we can do this every day for 2 weeks! We are stir crazy, and it's only noon. We don't sit at home well. At least my Christmas shopping, wrapping and shipping are done.

We got our Holiday gift from the hospital this week. Now I can be a homeless bag lady. Over the last many years, it's been 2 blankets, 3 different size backpacks/ duffel bags, a lawn chair with umbrella, a crank radio, and a calendar every year. If you want me to use a calendar, I need it in about August, not 2 weeks before it begins, and I don't need to know when New Employee Orientation is every month, and I already know when payday is - trust me! The calendar didn't make it home. The joke yesterday was that we could pack our belongings in our bags, sit in the lawn chair and be protected from the rain, ice and sun, with our crank radio/ flashlight, and be warm with our blankets while we sleep on the vents right outside the back doors of the hospital that are covered every morning with homeless folks. It was a long, busy, not fun weekend at work and we must make bad, insensitive jokes about it or go crazy. I really would be happy with a $4 coupon to the cafeteria - it's a little more useful in my world. Tom will get his holiday gift this week with his paycheck - it's not a duffel bag or calendar. Yeah, I like his job.

My uncle sent me this song about Illinois politics - I appreciated it.
"Get packin', Rod Blagojevich,"
by John McHugh
(to the tune of "God Rest Ye Merry, Gentlemen")

Get packin', Rod Blagojevich
The state's in disarray
The Tribune wants you unemployed
At least by Christmas Day.
The TV pundits want your head
Could there be pay to play?
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy
Save Illinois!
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy.



Good riddance Rod Blagojevich
Your Elvis look's inane,
The Senate's mad, so's Lisa's dad.
You drive us all insane.
Our transit's broke, the state's a joke,
The Tollway's one big pain.
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy
Save Illinois!
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy.



Good luck old Rod Blagojevich
The feds have quite a place.
Fitzgerald's poked his nose around
And if he has a case,
George Ryan's moving stuff around
Creating extra space.
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy
Save Illinois!
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy.

Have a good week, All.