And This Is What I Get

a quick Target run

in the midst of a snowstorm

after a meeting

(don’t procrastinate

or there’ll be no chocolate

for any kiddos)

Instead of Bitching…

Tuesday win! I found this great recipe for one of my favorites, chicken marsala. That’s right, on a blah Tuesday night, I made chicken marsala!

Only instead of fettuccine, penne; instead of fresh thyme, dried thyme; instead of a purple shallot, a red onion; instead of heavy cream, evaporated milk; instead of chicken broth, vegetable broth; instead of mushrooms, artichoke hearts and cream of mushroom soup (40% less fat); and last but not least… instead of marsala wine, cooking wine mixed with Botabox Pinot Noir.

I know you’re jealous. It takes a really creative digger to be this good of a Tuesday night chef.

And instead of complaining, all the kids said they preferred this version instead of the original.

So instead of bitching, I’ll just enjoy these leftovers tomorrow.

Propped for More

my Monday mindset

is still trapped here with these skis

waiting for more snow

Rest in Powder

powder has called out

waking us on Sunday morn

a soft, silent church

Open T(r)ails

ski redemption date

with my pomapoo sled dog

ready to venture

Snowed Day

So Steamboat didn’t happen. They closed I-70 right after we bought chains, and closed 285 right when we’d gathered our courage to leave.

The roads are atrocious, the highways are closed, and it took so much planning and money and sub plans and my entire car packed for six people… And it’s heartbreaking.

And our Airbnb hostess tried to argue with me about going the Walden route and not refunding me.

Bitch, I’m a Taurus, and I WILL spend an hour on hold and send links to every damn CDOT warning ever made to get my money back.

So now I have a snowy weekend with this snow-loving Pomapoo, my money, and my family safe at home.

I love you snow, but you’re kind of killing me right now. Time to get out the Nordic skis.

Icing Before Cake

a winter scene rests

before the real snow comes

and powders us all

Hidden Words

one truth hides behind

the one who refused speech

(we are all black cats)

So Spoiled

end-of-day comfort

a soft bed with a soft toy

dogs have the best life

One Can Hope

with one child sick

and flakes falling just enough,

we’ll win a snow day

oh, Snow Day Goddess:

please help this teacher-mother

take a snowy breath