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Tuesday, February 8, 2011

I'm not complaining but...

It's pretty cold and snowy here today as was yesterday.  I spent alot of time yesterday outside plowing and trying to make the driveway passable.


I did suceed but I also took off a small layer of asphalt...oh well, I am not too good of a tractor driver.

When the boys got home yesterday, I asked them if they wanted to go do a little XC skiing in the neighborhood.  After a cage match over ski boots, we finally got going.  We skiied up by the neighbors land with the dogs...


I was wearing my husband's garage sale XC ski's, my oldest son was wearing his father's good skis and my youngest was wearing mine.  Needless to say, with the garage sale skis, I was flopping around in the woods like a fish on land.  I would get going, fall backwards, struggle to get up and then get going and fall again.  By the time we got to the hill to go down, I had decided I would take off my skis and just walk.  I didn't say anything I just did it.  My youngest saw me and offered me my skis.  "No, it's okay" I said but he took them off and handed them to me.  The binding adjustment didn't work so I kept walking.  My oldest son came up to help me.  By this time, all I really wanted was a drink and I am sure it was 5 o'clock somewhere.  Anyway, he and I got into a little test of wills and finally I asked him why he was being so mean.  He replied, "I hate when you jump to conclusions...like you aren't going to be able to ski" and I stood there and didn't say a word but thought, well, I just hate you so there.  "Sorry, buddy, I am ready to go home"  I replied.  And because he is like his father, he fixed my skis and I went home.

I made dinner and we ate.  I mentioned at the dinner table about getting into a "make your own dinner style" in our house since everyone is so busy.  My youngest said, "Mom, our family has dinner together and as a matter of fact, I don't know the statistics right now but kids who have dinner with the family do better in school."  I replied..."Then what's the deal with you two?"  Give mom a point on that one!

Then the phone rings and it is my husband calling from India.  Not Indiana but India.  "What time is it there?" I ask, still not believing it.  He is 11 1/2 hours ahead of us.  When he told me he had a trip to India coming up, I just didn't believe him.  He would mention it and I would think...yeah, right...you always say you are going somewhere and then you don't.  This time he did.  He said it is 90 degrees there and it makes New York city look tame.  I am officially married to a world traveler.

Since my husband is traveling, I invited my youngest up to sleep on his father's side of the bed.  Big mistake.  This kid is only 14 but he snores like an old grampa.  Then when he isn't snoring...he's talking about things in his sleep.  I finally fell asleep around 4 and the alarm went off at 5:30 am.  I am not inviting him tonight. 

This morning was even colder and darker than yesterday.  We got about 8 more inches of snow and it was 5 below when I drove my youngest to school.



This is the tree that I usually take all the sunrise and sunset pictures...can't see two feet in front of you...just gray, and cold, and depressing.

Needless to say, it's quite a day.  I really want to just go back to bed, and wake up tommorrow when it is not supposed to be as gray and cold. 

But I'm not complaining...
We'll tawk tommorrow,
I love you all,
Terry


2 comments:

Ms. Moon said...

You crack me up. And you snowplow? Jesus.
You're something. Something special.

Elizabeth said...

This made me giggle. Your boys sound like older versions of my own.