When life gives you snow....you make...

Yes, when life hands you snow, you make snowmen. Unless your sleds are easily accessable, which ours are not. Oh and you make snow angels, but not until you are so cold you can't stand it anymore...otherwise you will never finish the snowman. Yes, while Cliff and Sam built this bad boy, Nancy scooped the rest of the driveway. I only scooped a path for the painter and mailman to get to the house and I did the sidewalk so I could find the papers under all that white stuff. Yep, I stayed inside and gave them directions on how to improve thier snowman. The orange eyes were my idea.

It snowed...whooptie do....and it its still snowing...

I wish I could say that I woke up to this crap this morning, however the truth is that I drove in it between 1:00 and 2:30AM. I had to pick Sam and Nancy up from JFK. Their flight had been delayed and when I left the house at 1 AM, it had just started snowing. It was fine snow but very moist. I was OK until I got through Rockville Centre and then Sunrise Hwy was sliiiick. I went, at the most, 25 miles per hour the rest of the way to JFK. On the Belt Parkway a guy in a SUV passed me like a freakin' freight train. A little later, I passed him along the side of the road. He had tried to change lanes to go to JFK also and had slid across the Parkway and hit the guard rail. I wish I could say that it was the first and last accident I passed. Nope, there were several more. People just don't know how to drive in snow out here. You'd think they would. I guess its just a matter of them forgetting that snow can be slick in the most unlikely places. Hence we saw a three car pile up as we left the airport, another car slid off the Belt Parkway, hit a light pole, knocking it completely over and then went through a chain link fence only to face the wrong way and blocking part of the entrance ramp to the service road. There were three more along Sunrise Hwy. I'm from Nebraska...so I was fine. I was more worried about people playing pinball and hitting me.
Needless to say, we got home unscathed, but I tossed and turned in bed until 5:15 AM. I think after the stress of watching all those freaks play bumper car, I was to geared up to sleep, I got up at 7AM and scooped a path in the driveway, in case Georg (he's Greek...that is how he spells his name) the painter shows up...if he shows up. Sam's going to be pissed. The only real snow we've had this year and there is no school because of break...he's been dying for a snow day, poor kid.
I feel like I need a nap.

Oh Happy Day...from me to you...

Happy Valentine's Day to you! Enjoy your day, eat Chocolate, smell some flowers. Oh and a very Happy Birthday to Kelley. Was it really 18 years ago today that I drove to Lincoln in all that slush to see Michelle and her new little baby girl? Goodness!

giggle fits, sore throats and sad news

I woke up this morning with a killer sore throat. At first, I thought I had spent the night snoring or breathing with my mouth open. The air is kind of dry in the house right now so that would make sense. I figured I'd give myself some time to see if the feeling went away after I was up and showered, had a nice drink of ice water, ect. Well, to my displeasure, my throat still feels as crappy as it did when I woke up. On top of that, I feel as sluggish and miserable as I did when I first opened my eyes. I decided to take it easy today. Yep, that means I'm curling up on the sofa with a good book (Pillars of the Earth) and some hot tea with honey. I might work on my felted cuff bracelet some more ore knit a little, maybe start some granny squares....who knows!

Oh, this is strange... I woke myself up at 2AM laughing. I must have had a dream or something, but I honestly don't remember having one. I was just laughing so hard, like when you are on the verge of tears and you are trying to catch your breath. Yeah, I was splitting a gut, snorting with laughter. I'd no longer stop than to start up again. Once I realized that I had no idea why I was laughing, I laughed harder. It was totally out of control. When I finally stopped I just sat there confused and oddly amused by the whole situation. I laid in bed for at least 45 minutes, racking my brain, trying to remember what I had been laughing about before I finally fell back asleep. If I end up Britney's room mate at the hospital, will you guys visit me? No, no, I don't think it will come to that. Maybe if I start having giggle fits during the middle of the day and don't know why I'm laughing, well...maybe then.

My Mom called me earlier. She said that Grandma was going into the hospital. The nurses at her Home had called to let Mom and Dad know that Grandma had been running fevers and that her fluid output has dropped. Her Kidneys are giving out on her. I have been thinking about Grandma a lot lately, perhaps because her health both mentally and physically have been nose diving. I knew I would get a call like this one day, sooner than later. I let my bosses know that there is a chance that I may have to fly home for a funeral soon. Big case or no big case, I'm going. I know they can find someone to come spend the night with Sam so he's not here by himself at night because that freaks him out. Stick my Grandma in your nightly prayer list.

By far the best Super Bowl I ever watched...

BY FAR! Probably one of the best 4th quarters of a Super Bowl to boot. I'm not a fan of either teams but I always feel like I have to go with the under dog...which means I went with the Giants. That game was down to the wire. OMG, it was good. I was at the Leaches and Jim was freaking out.

When I left I could hear people celebrating all over town. It was the funniest thing ever. On a side note...the commercials were kind of boring this year. Oh sure there were a few good ones, but on a whole, I was a little disappointed in the ads....thank goodness the game was great.

Family news...

My Cousin Billy and his Wife are expecting a baby in August...this is his/her first picture.

Aunt Carole and Uncle Gary finally sold their home in California and have recently found a new home in Kansas....I know, I know, Kansas of all places. I'm not saying a word. Ok, fine, I'll type it...Nebrasky is better. Aww, I feel better now. All that really matters is that they find a place that will make them happy.

Aunt Vickie and Uncle John are still trying to convince me that they have a real grand daughter. I'll admit that I fell for it at first but I'm sure they are renting that baby. The kicker is that Jeff and Marla...the "parents" of the "baby" are totally going along with it. I call Arianna the "rent-a-baby." Why do I believe she isn't real? #1- I have never met her. Last Summer Jeff and Marla were in Tecumseh with the "baby" while I was back but they never stopped by my parents home. (I didn't know they were down until after they left) On top of that, they didn't come to Christmas this year. Hmmm, instead Vickie shows up with some pictures with the rent-a-baby in it. I'll admit they spent some good money on a cute baby but she's still a rental. #2- I have never received a picture of the "baby" from her "parents" hence my suspicion that she's not genuine. What real parents don't send out pictures? I didn't get a birth announcement...I didn't get a Christmas picture card that everyone and their dog sends out these days. Hmmm...yeah, sounds fishy to me. Yep, it's a rent-a-baby. I bet they just borrow the neighbors baby or something. I think I will need better proof that she is real. Maybe an official state birth certificate that has a raised stamp on it, some pictures from her parents, to see her for real this summer. Yeah, maybe then I will believe it.