oh i’m sorry. i thought it was christmas. and at christmas it’s not 50 degrees outside.
yup, you guessed it. no white christmas for this branch of the family tree. at one point mom looked at me, shocked, and expressed her surprise at my longing for snow after it ruined all my fun last weekend. but it’s just not christmas without the white fluffy stuff.
we also broke with tradition in that we bought our christmas tree before christmas eve. usually we were the last one on the lots on christmas eve scrambling to scoop up whatever ragamuffin tree they had left. we must’ve been really good in past lives, as we never got stuck with an ugly twig of a tree. our tree is still outside, however. so it’s neither up nor decorated like every other red-blooded american family’s christmas conifer. we do it our own way.
last night dad and i braved the mall in search for a present for mom, from dad. this too is a family tradition. it earns us sideways glares from sales staff and means that dad usually frantically scoops up the first thing he sees without thinking/shopping around. typical guy, i guess. dad did pretty well last night. and really didn’t need my help save for navigation around the mall and dirty work (asking stupid questions of sales staff, putting things back, acting as the cover for why this old man was shopping in the women’s section. hey, he said it last night). all in all a successful adventure. but when is a trip to the mall not a success?
sarah and i have some christmas errands to run today. and then we’re off to church this eve after both the parentals return from work (we’re those kids. the little orphans who don’t have parents to feed/clothe/bow to their every whim. although maybe we’re not classified as kids anymore? that’s even scarier than not having parents around!).
happy christmas eve from the blustery, balmy south.
santa 1 checking in. sleigh is at the ready. launch when ready. destination atl and maybe a chick-fil-a on the way. cruising speed a modest 70 mph. see you in 7.
that’s all, folks. that’s all she wrote. over and out. adios. hasta la vista, baby. catch ya on the flip side.
it’s 4:29 on my last working day of the year!
goodbye.
home for the holidays!?
this is how i anticipate i will look when i knock on my parents’ door tomorrow evening. though i’ll have a lot more bags (the travel kind and the undereye kind). and there will probably be a one-eyed doggie gnawing on my leg.
good news is mom already asked my input on what to have for dinner tomorrow. cashew chicken or pork tenderloin and brown rice? think i’ll need a doggie bag too!
and snowed. and snowed. and more is predicted this week. but don’t listen to people who tell you that there’s nothing to do when it snows. i perfected the fine art of the snow angel!
hallelujah!
so what does it take? a perfect fall…
as illustrated by eric's graceful fall into the snow
followed by…
strong and intentional flapping of the appendages. thank god for pilates...
and then, the tricky part. the dismount…one must spring from the ground without creating any disturbances in the already formed snow angel. this is the tough part. but it helps if you make a face like this…
perfect joe!
and that, my friends, is how you stay sane when you’re snowed in for 36 hours! well, relatively sane…
ok so it snowed a LOT. so much that a small child (or car) could get lost out there. good thing i am not a small child and don’t believe in small cars. but this snow was almost a match for my jeeper…
let’s hope the roads are clear in the district cuz i’m headed that way. after a little freshening up!
for sarah, who officially finished her first semester of law school today. hip, hip, hooray! hip, hip, hooray! hip, hip, hooray!
my future's so bright i gotta wear shades (and chanel)
i'm just a girl...with an amazing career and pristine public image
being beautiful and famous is so tiring...
where's my cabana boy and my frosty beverage?
images from nytimes magazine
people are freakin’ out over here. schools are closed for the day and i just got an email from work advising us to leave early (yes please!). the snow is coming! the snow is coming! and nary a flurry has fallen from the sky…you’d think it was the second coming of michael jackson.
life in a southern town.
remember those days when we used to bundle up in our new snow gear to wait for the bus? or the days when it was so cold outside that our heat couldn’t keep up and we gathered ’round the breakfast table suited in mittens and hats? sarah and i used to play outside for hours, building snow forts filled with ice crystals, and then promptly strip down to our long underwear and huddle by the heating vent in the kitchen.
this is nothing like that.
now that's snow!
me, maggie (r.i.p.) and sarah enjoying some snowy fun
5-8 inches of snow accumulation predicted in my ‘hood. and of course it all comes pouring down on the one day i’m supposed to be driving…this is going to be interesting.
