Oh Good Grief, I've been receiving requests for another blog...so sorry, (add Japenese accent to "so sorry"). Not much to tell folks. We're shut up in this house with nothin' but snow, snow, snow-- ever-falling. Throwing snow and cuddling on the couch aint cutting anymore. I have seasonal depression and it is giving me the urge to throw popcorn at Jason every time we have movie night. Maybe that's cause movie night is EVERY night.
No really, I'm fine. I have my trip to Chicago this weekend to get me back into the swing of things. I'll have more exciting things to blog about then, I'm sure. For now, I'll just try not to make that peanut butter and bacon sandwich to feel better. Oh, and by the way, I personally won the chili-cook-off and had to keep the trophy to myself. Yep, "Chili Con Class" was the winner!
One last thing, I did manage to venture outside the house the other night and discovered a new love, yes folks, Shuffleboard. hoowee.

Later.

Just felt like having a blog without having kids

Not much to say except tell stories about Jason and myself. We go out with friends, or stay in with them. Last weekend we went to a fancy engagement party for our friends, Jay and Laura, and this weekend we are hosting our first annual Wipperfurth Chili Cook-Off. We even ordered and engraved chili pot trophy to give to the winner. Our January calendar has already filled up and it's creeping into February. I can't complain because it is filled with visits with our friends from Chicago, Michigan, Indiana, and of course here in Madison. We are currently deciding whether or not we can manage a weekend trip to a cabin in Georgia where some friends are gathering for a birthday celebration-- I fear we will not be able to swing that one though.

Substitute teaching is going surprisingly well despite the infrequency of jobs some weeks. I do not have many nightmare stories to share. The kids are great and I love being in the classroom.....if only I had my own classroom, but this will do for now. I have frequented one school district enough now to experience the delight of children passing me in the hallway and saying, "Hi Mrs. Wipperfurth." A few hugs here and there too. It's simple but grand.

We are absolutely in love with being home-owners. I finally get to live somewhere without white walls and a little room to grow. Our only gripe so far occurred in early December when 23 inches of snow decided to dump on us over a couple of weeks. And there we were with a corner lot and a couple of plastic shovels. Alas, we agreed that this was too time-consuming and back-breaking so we drug our feet into Sears and bought a gigantic snow-thrower. I learned way too many things about those machines including calling it a snow-thrower, not a snow-blower. Ugh. I figured my snow duties were over until Jason left to go to a cabin with his buddies for a weekend and we got our first big snow-fall since our purchase. There I was figuring out how to use this thing and terrified that I would look like a complete idiot out there in the snow. But I will gladly toot my horn and say that I pulled it off and Jason was happy to come home to a completed job. Yeah, I'm a kick-ass wife. :) Hey, don't laugh at me, people. I was the youngest of four, and clutzy on top of that so these kind of jobs weren't relegated to me as a child.

Okay, that's it for now. Jason just got home from work and is impatiently wanting to tell me about his day. Time to be a kick-ass wife again and listen to him while I cook his dinner. :)
I guess I had more to say than I thought.