Wednesday, January 24, 2007
Winter Weather - Round Three
Friday Evening - A snowy icey mixture continues to cover the ground and streets. Snow is in the forecast for tonight and all day tomorrow. The phone call comes that cancels my youngest son's basketball game for tomorrow. My calendar is showing several PPD/weather entries.
Saturday Afternoon - It has been snowing all morning. The fun stuff - big, white, fluffy flakes that make you want to "stand(ing) outside with your mouth open wide", just like you are a kid again! (Who can sing that Barney song with me?) My husband, Miss Congeniality, and myself take five boys and three girls to the neighborhood sledding hills. It is still snowing and they are having fun, fun, fun - Nix is involved in a rather large crash, but is soon sledding again. We adults were properly concerned, but didn't think much of it as he flew down the hill over and over with the others.
Saturday Evening - After delivering everybody home, we settle in for a quiet evening. It continues to snow through the middle of the night.
Sunday Afternoon - After church my husband goes to be a Good Samaritan. I round up some boys and we are off to the hills for sledding. It is no longer snowing, but we have accumulated several inches. Nix has been called to join us, but hasn't shown up yet.
I am, literally, the only adult around. I have traipsed across a small bridge to the hills where the boys are sledding and begin trying to capture the fun on film. I am beginning to think I am crazy for thinking I need to hang out here - the boys are probably old enough to be here by themselves; although it's not really close to the house, it's really not that far either; other kids their age are without an adult; the Bears game has started. . . .
And then GameBoy speaks. "If you pay me $20 I will ride down that drainage culvert on this snow board." Yeh, I'm stayin' . . . .
I have retreated to the car to read when my phone rings. Miss Congeniality is with Nix and his mom. His hand is in a splint. He broke it yesterday. Yes, while he was sledding with us. Thank goodness Nix's mom is my type of girl. Actually, thank goodness most of my boys' friends' parents are like us - no really high maintainance allowed!
Sunday Evening - The Bears have won - hooray!!! I actually was able to watch the second half. It was a good day.
School will be in session Monday - what a great snow weekend.
simple faith
Friday Evening - A snowy icey mixture continues to cover the ground and streets. Snow is in the forecast for tonight and all day tomorrow. The phone call comes that cancels my youngest son's basketball game for tomorrow. My calendar is showing several PPD/weather entries.
Saturday Afternoon - It has been snowing all morning. The fun stuff - big, white, fluffy flakes that make you want to "stand(ing) outside with your mouth open wide", just like you are a kid again! (Who can sing that Barney song with me?) My husband, Miss Congeniality, and myself take five boys and three girls to the neighborhood sledding hills. It is still snowing and they are having fun, fun, fun - Nix is involved in a rather large crash, but is soon sledding again. We adults were properly concerned, but didn't think much of it as he flew down the hill over and over with the others.
Saturday Evening - After delivering everybody home, we settle in for a quiet evening. It continues to snow through the middle of the night.
Sunday Afternoon - After church my husband goes to be a Good Samaritan. I round up some boys and we are off to the hills for sledding. It is no longer snowing, but we have accumulated several inches. Nix has been called to join us, but hasn't shown up yet.
I am, literally, the only adult around. I have traipsed across a small bridge to the hills where the boys are sledding and begin trying to capture the fun on film. I am beginning to think I am crazy for thinking I need to hang out here - the boys are probably old enough to be here by themselves; although it's not really close to the house, it's really not that far either; other kids their age are without an adult; the Bears game has started. . . .
And then GameBoy speaks. "If you pay me $20 I will ride down that drainage culvert on this snow board." Yeh, I'm stayin' . . . .
I have retreated to the car to read when my phone rings. Miss Congeniality is with Nix and his mom. His hand is in a splint. He broke it yesterday. Yes, while he was sledding with us. Thank goodness Nix's mom is my type of girl. Actually, thank goodness most of my boys' friends' parents are like us - no really high maintainance allowed!
Sunday Evening - The Bears have won - hooray!!! I actually was able to watch the second half. It was a good day.
School will be in session Monday - what a great snow weekend.
simple faith
Labels: Winter Weather
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
Winter Weather - Round Two
Thursday
Noon - I am on my way to a board meeting wearing a light weight sweater, t-shirt, and jeans. If the wind were not blowing out of the South at an ungodly mph, I would be overdressed. It is 70 degrees!
Every weatherman in the state is justifying their predictions. Each assures me that, yes, the winter storm is really coming.
I have dutifully gone to the grocery store to stock up - along with 40,000 of my closest friends.
Friday
9:30am - I am out doing the errands for the office. It is very cold with a North wind blowing fiercely. After finishing at the office, I trek to Staples, the grocery store (yet again - I would hate to be without everything), and to Braum's for milk (yes, it really is that good).
Conditions are deteorating rapidly. I call Miss Congeniality to make sure the school will let me pick up M early. I plan to get a mailing together and do the school pick up before I have to fight the others in this mess.
12:30pm - Youngest son calls to see if he can get checked out by a friend's dad. No, I will pick you up a little early - tell M.
2:20pm - Something, a snowy icey mix, continues to fall. I try to pick up kids early - they are in an assembly (what I get for not checking the calendar). While leaving I must negotiate around the bus and other cars that have now blocked me in.
4:00ish pm - Oldest son has arrived home - the begging begins. Can someone. . . .can we???? My husband is out doing PR during the big farm show weekend. It's just me and the boys. I suggest we bake cookies before doing pizzas and a game. The 12 year old is very sassy about this. Little Red Hen Rule is invoked. Twelve year old's attitude changes - he helps bake cookies.
Evening - Cookies, hot chocolate, pizzas, Scrabble. Fun is had by all - well the 14 year old was having fun until he began losing.
Saturday
Morning -Husband continues the farm show - the weather is not good at all. My boys are invited to go watch the Cowboys game with friends. Sure - have fun!
Afternoon - Cowboys game is postponed. Can we go to watch it later tonight? No. The badgering begins. I cave (and I do not know why they badger so).
Evening - Quiet dinner with just my husband and I. No one gets to see the Cowboys play - they cannot get out of the state because of the weather. That is okay with me. No Cowboy fan really wants to see our basketball team on a flight in bad weather.
Three of us play Skip-bo. Luck runs my way. My husband pouts. Hot chocolate and cookies help their pain!
Sunday
Morning - Our church services are cancelled. We sleep late, eat a really big breakfast, and 3 three of us watch a movie (it does not fit the 12 year old's taste - no rude humor or anything blowing up).
Noon - My Bears play at noon. I am still wearing my flannel jammies and my new pink fur coat (well, maybe it is just a bathrobe, but it feels like a fur coat). I will remain this way for the entire afternoon. It is completely sinful - especially while having a second half snack of beer and chips. Something is not right with this picture. . . .
Evening - Red spends the night because these boys have simply not seen enough of each other the past 2 days. We attempt to play the 20th Anniversary Edition of Trivia Pursuit. Attempt is a really good word to use.
Football notes: The Bears won! Will someone please make Bill Belnichek (Patriots) and his staff dress properly on the sidelines?!?! I cannot decide if they want to be extras in a Rocky movie or are really big fans of Flashdance!
Monday
Morning - Normal day for my husband and myself. The boys are out of school. The youngest was planned, but the older son should have been in class making up a lost day. Something, a snowy icey mix, has fallen all weekend and is covering the ground. It is slick and will only be getting slicker over the next few days.
Afternoon - Miss Congeniality and I take the boys and a friend bowling. We have first hand word that school will be open tomorrow. The boys are not happy.
Late Afternoon - Boys are sledding down the street. I have kicked them off the busiest road and they are catapulting down a neighbor's yard and on to another street. One quick check and I see my youngest son sledding bare chested. I walk out, trying to decide if I am going to skate my way down the street or just be that weird neighbor lady who stands at the corner and yells at kids down the street. Luckily he dons his clothes. Next check finds a vehicle trying to stop as the boys go careening into the street. Fun's over. Time to come in.
Evening - We try to get back in to a school routine. Not an easy task with so many other cancellations scrolling across the TV screen. Note to those from the SW corner of my panhandle state: the TV was reporting that Korn Bible Academy was closed - didn't take long to get that corrected!
Tuesday
6:45am - Fourteen year-old is insisting on watching school closings scroll across the TV screen. Trust me, we are having school! The world through his mathmatically inclinded 14 year old brain on Tuesday morning:
(cousins are out of school) + (school I am supposed to play basketball against this afternoon is out of school) + (I am going to school) = total and complete injustice!
Wednesday
Evening - I am posting - a very long post. My driveway and yard are like an ice skating rink and snow is predicted to begin falling on Friday. I am going to make my grocery list.
I hope at least some of my 40,000 closest friends have already been to the store!
simple faith
Thursday
Noon - I am on my way to a board meeting wearing a light weight sweater, t-shirt, and jeans. If the wind were not blowing out of the South at an ungodly mph, I would be overdressed. It is 70 degrees!
Every weatherman in the state is justifying their predictions. Each assures me that, yes, the winter storm is really coming.
I have dutifully gone to the grocery store to stock up - along with 40,000 of my closest friends.
Friday
9:30am - I am out doing the errands for the office. It is very cold with a North wind blowing fiercely. After finishing at the office, I trek to Staples, the grocery store (yet again - I would hate to be without everything), and to Braum's for milk (yes, it really is that good).
Conditions are deteorating rapidly. I call Miss Congeniality to make sure the school will let me pick up M early. I plan to get a mailing together and do the school pick up before I have to fight the others in this mess.
12:30pm - Youngest son calls to see if he can get checked out by a friend's dad. No, I will pick you up a little early - tell M.
2:20pm - Something, a snowy icey mix, continues to fall. I try to pick up kids early - they are in an assembly (what I get for not checking the calendar). While leaving I must negotiate around the bus and other cars that have now blocked me in.
4:00ish pm - Oldest son has arrived home - the begging begins. Can someone. . . .can we???? My husband is out doing PR during the big farm show weekend. It's just me and the boys. I suggest we bake cookies before doing pizzas and a game. The 12 year old is very sassy about this. Little Red Hen Rule is invoked. Twelve year old's attitude changes - he helps bake cookies.
Evening - Cookies, hot chocolate, pizzas, Scrabble. Fun is had by all - well the 14 year old was having fun until he began losing.
Saturday
Morning -Husband continues the farm show - the weather is not good at all. My boys are invited to go watch the Cowboys game with friends. Sure - have fun!
Afternoon - Cowboys game is postponed. Can we go to watch it later tonight? No. The badgering begins. I cave (and I do not know why they badger so).
Evening - Quiet dinner with just my husband and I. No one gets to see the Cowboys play - they cannot get out of the state because of the weather. That is okay with me. No Cowboy fan really wants to see our basketball team on a flight in bad weather.
Three of us play Skip-bo. Luck runs my way. My husband pouts. Hot chocolate and cookies help their pain!
Sunday
Morning - Our church services are cancelled. We sleep late, eat a really big breakfast, and 3 three of us watch a movie (it does not fit the 12 year old's taste - no rude humor or anything blowing up).
Noon - My Bears play at noon. I am still wearing my flannel jammies and my new pink fur coat (well, maybe it is just a bathrobe, but it feels like a fur coat). I will remain this way for the entire afternoon. It is completely sinful - especially while having a second half snack of beer and chips. Something is not right with this picture. . . .
Evening - Red spends the night because these boys have simply not seen enough of each other the past 2 days. We attempt to play the 20th Anniversary Edition of Trivia Pursuit. Attempt is a really good word to use.
Football notes: The Bears won! Will someone please make Bill Belnichek (Patriots) and his staff dress properly on the sidelines?!?! I cannot decide if they want to be extras in a Rocky movie or are really big fans of Flashdance!
Monday
Morning - Normal day for my husband and myself. The boys are out of school. The youngest was planned, but the older son should have been in class making up a lost day. Something, a snowy icey mix, has fallen all weekend and is covering the ground. It is slick and will only be getting slicker over the next few days.
Afternoon - Miss Congeniality and I take the boys and a friend bowling. We have first hand word that school will be open tomorrow. The boys are not happy.
Late Afternoon - Boys are sledding down the street. I have kicked them off the busiest road and they are catapulting down a neighbor's yard and on to another street. One quick check and I see my youngest son sledding bare chested. I walk out, trying to decide if I am going to skate my way down the street or just be that weird neighbor lady who stands at the corner and yells at kids down the street. Luckily he dons his clothes. Next check finds a vehicle trying to stop as the boys go careening into the street. Fun's over. Time to come in.
Evening - We try to get back in to a school routine. Not an easy task with so many other cancellations scrolling across the TV screen. Note to those from the SW corner of my panhandle state: the TV was reporting that Korn Bible Academy was closed - didn't take long to get that corrected!
Tuesday
6:45am - Fourteen year-old is insisting on watching school closings scroll across the TV screen. Trust me, we are having school! The world through his mathmatically inclinded 14 year old brain on Tuesday morning:
(cousins are out of school) + (school I am supposed to play basketball against this afternoon is out of school) + (I am going to school) = total and complete injustice!
Wednesday
Evening - I am posting - a very long post. My driveway and yard are like an ice skating rink and snow is predicted to begin falling on Friday. I am going to make my grocery list.
I hope at least some of my 40,000 closest friends have already been to the store!
simple faith
Labels: Winter Weather
