This is the year I retire. This is the year Don and I will finally make it to the Canadian Rockies, and probably Alaska. This is the year we don't have to hurry back from our summer trip in order to be at work for the first day of school. We have big plans, including short trips during some 3-day weekends, a medium trip over our 2-week spring break, and then our big trip north.
Today we are sloths. There's so much good football on, and later some hockey, so we're just enjoying the sports. (I tell Don all the time he's lucky to have found a woman who's a sports fanatic.) I made Paradise Potatoes and Eggs for breakfast, heavy on the mushrooms for me to cut a few of the carbs. For lunch, we had Zannie's Black-Eyed Pea Dip with tortilla chips, therefore getting our "good luck" black-eyed peas for New Year's Day. It was a really good way to use black-eyed peas - and Don and Kenny gobbled it up.
My Texas Tech Red Raider won the Cotton Bowl - though they gave me a scare with some defensive breakdowns and some great Northwestern offensive plays during the second half. Way to go, Tech! Now we're getting ready to watch the Rose Bowl, and I think we're both going to root for TCU. I'd like to see them finish unbeaten and get the respect they deserve. Then tonight we'll start with the outdoor hockey game in Pittsburgh, and switch over to the Kings-Sharks at 6.
I might sit down at my sewing machine for a bit, but I might not. Who knows? It's my next-to-last day of winter break, and I'm in no rush to get anything done. I could get used to this!
I'm glad 2010 is over. It had too much stress in it job-wise, due to the horrendous state of the California budget and all the cuts made to public education. I've had more phone calls and emails from teachers with stress-related issues than ever before, and it just doesn't look like it's going to get any better.
For a GREAT metaphor, consider this. During this morning's Tournament of Rose Parade, the float that won the trophy for "Best Presentation of Life in California" broke down and had to be towed. Talk about irony.
But now I have 93 work days left. But who's counting?!