Have you seen this? It's our local weather forecast for the weekend. This does not make me happy. I have a weekend getaway planned with my husband and this was not part of the plan.
I miss winter. I don't mean the kind of winter we just had. That was a pathetic excuse for a winter. I miss real winters. You know the kind where you wake up and look outside your window to find the world wrapped in a blanket of white. I guess I'm just a big kid that way. Some people think I'm crazy when I tell them that I love winter. Snow days are for children and teachers they say, "real grownups" have to go to work. Maybe it has something to do with growing up in Chicago. I don't remember getting a lot of snow days, back then they put chains on the tires and we went to school. I do however have lots of memories of playing in the snow with my brothers and sisters. I remember piles of plowed snow so big and so tall that they would last for a month. My mom would make hot chocolate for us (the real stuff with milk) and your whole body would start to thaw as you drank it down. Remember how your cheeks would sting as the numbness started to wear off? Those are sweet memories.
Occasionaly we get a good winter in Virginia. This is from 2009. Here's proof that it does snow here, just not nearly as often as I'd like. This was my old neighborhood and the best part about living on that hill were snow days. I loved to stand at our big picture window and watch people try to make it up the hill. When someone was really having a hard time I would yell "We've got a slider" and everyone in the house would come running to watch some dude slip and slide all over the place. The smart ones parked at the bottom and walked up but there was always some idiot who thought he knew what he was doing when really he had no idea. Laughing at these guys brought us closer together as a family.
So this weekend while you're sweating up a storm, cursing the heat and doubling up on deodorant, why don't you join me in thinking about snow. If we are lucky enough to have a snowy winter the next time around I will definitely not be missing this heat. In fact if you ever hear me saying "Gosh I sure wish it were July again" please take me to the nearest emergency room and tell them something is terribly wrong with me.
Stay cool and safe folks!
Keep up the good work my daughter. When it gets tough always remember that there is nothing more important than what you are doing. And when you need a break I’ve got your back. Mind you I’ll be sending back a child hopelessly spoiled and stuffed with cookies, but that’s MY job and I take it pretty seriously too.
Most of my life I’ve been uncomfortable with change. I have craved stability and sameness. Maybe it was my tumultuos childhood, maybe it’s just the way I’m wired but change has always been a little bit scary. So scary, that I stayed in an unhappy marriage for way too long. There is comfort in our daily routines and knowing what to expect. I like feeling in control. In fact I’ve been accused of being a control freak. Not sure I’d go that far (ok, maybe I am) but I like my little stable world.
A year ago I was really struggling with arthritis in my knees. Taking care of a very large high school was taking a toll. I had toyed with the idea of asking for a reassignment but fear held me back. I had been at the same school for seven years. That’s a long time. I had friends there. I was comfortable there. That’s when I had to ask myself if I was truly living by the words that had become my motto.
This is the date on the calendar when we can open and eat the jar of homemade pickles that Joel made.
This is a cucumber grown by Joel like the ones he used in the jar of homemade pickles in my fridge.
This is the plant that grew the cucumber like the ones in the jar of homemade pickles that Joel made.
This is the garden thoughtfully created, containing the plant the grew the cucumber like the ones in the jar of homemade pickles that Joel made.
These are some flowers that Joel planted for me at the same time that he planted his garden of tomatoes and cucumbers so that he could make homemade pickles like the ones in the jar in my fridge.
I also plan to make this to go with the dinner I'll make tomorrow when we open the pickles that Joel made.
This is me with Joel and I'm happy because in addition to making me pickles he does lots of other things for me too. He makes things I find on Pinterest. He rubs my feet. He does our laundry. He makes my drink at dinner. He puts gas in my car on Sunday nights.
I don't care what those pickles taste like tomorrow. My husband is a keeper.
We made a quick trip back to the hardware store for nails, wood glue and a hammer and then went back to the house to fix a bed. I am proud to say that bed will never break again. There are so many nails in it and so much glue on it that it is easily 10 times stronger now than it was before it broke. It’s been about 17 years since then and so far as I know our repair still holds. If anyone ever decides to climb under that bed they will be in for a surprise but it’s not my worry any more.
Thank you for your friendly greeting and personable manner. I really thought you were the exception to the usual indifference I normally get at the register. That is, until you scanned the Snickers bar that sat between the rye bread and shampoo and asked me if I wanted it. Oh wow. How rude. What makes you think it's for me (it was) and what makes you think I was going to eat it the minute I got in the car. ( I did.) You don't know me. You don't know that I had to eat lunch early so I could go to a meeting so by the time I dropped by your store on my way home from work I was starving. You don't know that I made it past the potato chip aisle without adding anything to my cart. Those crunchy salty little bastards were calling out to me but I stayed strong and moved on. You don't know that I spent a solid two minutes staring at the doughnut case trying to decide which was more fattening, glazed or chocolate frosted . You see I'm trying to eat better and make healthier choices. I'm trying to avoid sweets and things that are not good for me. I was pretty darn proud of how well I had navigated through your aisles and made it safely to the register with nothing bad in my cart. I would have been fine too if the woman in front of me didn't have an issue with her credit card. While you and she ironed it out my eyes wandered over to the candy display and most specifically to the Snickers bars. Unfortunately, Snickers are one of my favorites. In my mind I heard a voice say "Snickers really satisfies" and as if in a trance I picked it up and threw it on the belt. Well you know what happened next. So let me tell you something about me Lady…next time I've got a candy bar on my belt don't bother asking me if I want it for my purse….just give me the damn thing and no one gets hurt.