I know I tout cookies as the cure-all, but one things beats the pants off cookies for solving so many woes . . . laughter.
I saw the sun peak out this morning. That is saying something, considering we live in cloudy-ville USA (Western Oregon). In a complete frenzy, I dress my nearly naked tots and cram them, the dog and myself in the truck and head for the nearby park. It was 8:45AM. 
Good thing I used my super-senses, knowing the sun wouldn’t last, and took action immediately . . . in less than an hour, clouds had invaded and completely covered the sky. Being a balmy 35 degrees when the sun is out, well that is bearable. 35 degrees when the sun is blanketed by clouds, not so much.
But, in that hour, Byron chased the frisbee, I walked, Tobias rode his scooter and Sam the big wheel. Then the boys started playing and I realized they were referring to each other as Agent T and Agent S. Apparently I’m raising the youngest secret agents ever. I think they were for the same agency, though I’m not sure . . . there was a lot of chasing and fighting, so maybe not.
This obsession with secret agents, and spies, was brought to us by the movie, Cars 2 . . . and by the program Phineas and Ferb (Agent P).
I love taking a hot coffee with me when I go to the park . . . whether it be 8:45AM (so justifiable) or 5:00PM (addiction much) . . . cold days at the park = hot coffee in the to-go mug. mmmm, coffee sounds good right now. Speaking of, I ended up with StumpTown Coffee and a cool new mug for Christmas, via the gift exchange at my sister’s house.
Stoneware mug from Tiffany. Perfect vessel for my addiction. 
I was using this . . .
Aaaand, the camera focused on the fish bowl, ok, forgive the fuzzy mugs. I’m spilling waaay less now . . . and, I don’t get funny looks from people, in July, for using a Christmas themed mug. Yeah, I’m cheap like that. Though I still might get funny looks for clinging to a coffee mug at 5pm at the park, though I don’t notice because I’m too busy sipping that hot coffee and snuggling down in my thick, Michelin Man coat to ward off the freezingness of freezing land.
I don’t know if this has been the case all along and I’m just now noticing it, but does it appear lately that people will go to the dog park, the kid park, or any outdoor venue . . . where you will remain, well, outside . . . and be wearing minimal winter clothing, i.e sweatshirts and jeans. I have found myself suddenly self conscious about being over-dressed for the out of doors. Yet, if I spend any time watching these people that, at first, seem to have a high pain threshold, I realize they have spasms of furiously rubbing their hands together and periodically shoving them deep in their jean pockets before the tips of their fingers relent and fall off due to frost bite. If you know its going to be cold, isn’t better to over-dress than to stand their and nearly freeze to death? I’m all Michelin Man coat (puff coat), mittens, scarf, sweatshirt, sometimes a hat, and fuzzy boots, if its anywhere under 40 degrees. But then, I don’t think I was designed to live in cold regions. I wish I was, I love the mountains, but alas, I am not.
Welp, this post ranges right in the norm for randomness that I am . . . Happy New Year, again, and have a great week!
