February Christmas

Today was supposed to be the blizzard of all blizzards in Pella, Iowa. 

It wasn't. 

I still had the best day ever!  I woke up on my terms.  I watched meaningless, bottom-of-the-barrel TV and loved it.  I took the time to sit and eat an entire bowl of cereal in my own house.  I spend some quiet time with God (albeit that was short... but I'm a go-go-go kinda girl... it's ok, He knows my name).  I braced myself to go down into my scarry basement alone to get the tubs for the Christmas stuff that has been on my dining room table for three weeks.  Lenny and I went down together while Gnocchi sat at the top of the stairs and whimpered.  I put all of my ornaments and decorations away and put the living room back together again.  I then wrote the paper for my class that was due last Saturday.

I am not sure which of the random activities above to ruminate on right now.  There's the super lame day to be declared a snow day... but oh how thankful I am for it!  There's my lame attempt at bible time.  I could write about just how much I like cereal too.  I even could tell of my complete lameness that I put my Christmas decorations away on February 2nd.  I mean heck, why not wait until Easter and then just swap everything out?  I could even write about my dogs.  My sweet, sweet dogs who followed me around all day and refused to poop outside because it is so cold and snowy, yet were pumped to jump in the snow drifts and race around the back yard.  I think I will write about the experience of writing my paper (c'mon... keep reading, it will be fun, I promise).

I seem like a "type B" personality.  However this is not true.  I am really a "type A".  I am easy going about the things that I don't really care about, but watch out if it is something that I do.  I am an obsessive, perfectionist and am even competitive about it.  My assignment started out with vague directions to write a profile about a group (no specification about which criteria we are using to define group), to use some theories that are out there or not, and to make it of nondescript length.  The problem is that I am also strong-willed to the point that I can't even trick myself into doing something when there is a problem.  A better person than me would have called the teacher for clarification.  I however chose to put it off until I could muster the will to do it.  Anybody else would just be happy to be able to make it whatever they want it to be.  I on the other hand spent three extra days (after the due date) stressing about it.  If you would like to psychoanalyze, feel free.

Yet, I still call today a great day!  God is good.  He loves people who stress about silliness too.  He even loves those of us who put away our Christmas decorations in February.