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Good morning!  The sun is shining brightly; there's a wicked reflection off the foot and a half of new snow that fell this week.

Yes, we were in the bulls eye of the great Groundhog Day Blizzard.  But we are tough, and most things were up and running the next day.  Schools were still closed, but that was due to sub-zero wind chills.  Scroll down to the previous post for a few pictures of my car, before and after drifting.  It was (what we hope to be) a once in a lifetime experience.

It's been kind of funny to listen to the newspeople so in awe of the storm, attributing it to "mother nature".  We know better - our incredible, awesome God was in control of every flake, every bit of sleet.  All of this is just a tiny reminder of His power.

Weekend is here, none too soon.  After work I need to go get birthday presents for sweet twins who are turning one.  I'm leaning toward starting a Brio train collection for them - anyone have any other ideas?  They also have a two-and-a-half year old sister.  The party is tomorrow afternoon.

Sunday, the entire state will be on pause, as our Packers are playing in the Super Bowl. We've been through this before; the city resembles a ghost town from about an hour before kickoff until an hour afterwards.  Great time to go shopping - if you can find a store that stays open during the game.

The irony is that the Arlington, TX area has had the kind of weather the last few days that is more typical of Green Bay (location of the famous "Ice Bowl" back in 1967).  Both the Packers and the Steelers have outdoor stadiums; it's a bit strange for them to be playing such an important game in a dome. 

I'm hoping to do some sewing.  On our snow day, not only did I attend a webinar for work, I did more cleaning, organizing and cooking than during a normal weekend, so I'm in good shape to play.  There is laundry to do, but I've yet to go out and make sure the dryer vent is clear of snow...can't really do the first until I do the second.

The groundhog at our zoo never even stuck his head out of his burrow, so we are counting that as not seeing his shadow, for an early spring.  Convoluted thinking, maybe, but when you are buried under six foot drifts of snow, you grasp at any straw.

Better get to work - eight hours until the weekend!