Yesterday we cruised down to G & G's house. Cruise might be an exaggeration. Slowly drifted, might be a more accurate description. Lots of snow and a little wind.
Once we arrived and consumed a fair amount of sugar and salt and put the drunk bird in the oven, we decided we should take advantage of the warmer temperatures and head out to the back yard to sled. G & G had gotten their fair share of snow this week and had a good 18-24 inches of fresh powder. That proved to be a problem. After a couple of non-productive runs down the hill in my too small saucer, I headed to the garage for a shovel.
Seems like an oxymoron, shoveling a path down the hill so you can sled. The snow was very dry and didn't want to pack down, but after about 20 trips up and down the hill, we finally blazed a decent trail. It was starting to get dark so B & G were going to take their last trips down the hill. B went down on his stomach and declared he looked like a penguin. Next G-pa (my slightly rotund Dad) decided to go down the hill on his stomach. We decided he looked like a walrus. Moved about as well as one too.
We headed to the house and into the kitchen where the drunk bird had leaked all over in the oven and created quite a stink. Not sure how EB and my brother managed to sit in the house for an hour and never notice that something was burning in the oven.
We doctored it up the best we could with the some chicken broth and the wonderful rolls my dad made.
This morning we got up and my dad had made homemade sticky buns and then put our van in their garage with the fire going in the wood stove to warm it up for our trip home.
He is a wonderful G-pa.
I am looking forward to a nice quiet Christmas with just us.
BTW - I look great in camouflage snow pants, jacket and a blaze orange stocking cap. You only wish you could pull off that look like I can.
Also, I just finished a fabulous book. It is called Shadow Divers, by Robert Kurson. Fantastic.
Tonight we were watching the biggest loser finale, when the new TMobile commercial came on.
B comes into the kitchen and says, "You know mom, that companion fare stuff is just a scam."
Let me tell you what is a scam. Weather.com. Before we moved to this area, I did thorough research about the difference in the weather. Two degrees lower average temperature each month. That is it, two measly degrees. Why then is it -8 again today. People always say it can't snow when it is this cold. Guess what? It can and it does. It took 2 hours and 30 minutes to drive 29 miles. This is the 3rd day in 2 weeks where it has taken 2 hours to get to or from work.
To add insult to injury as I was sitting there in traffic, trying desperately to see through my half wet half frozen windshield, I watched the windshield crack from one side to the other.
Saturday night our CEO hosted a holiday party at her house. I didn't want to go. I am really not a big fan of social functions with corporate leadership. I am now part of that group, so I must get over it. It was really quite nice and spouses were included. In all, there were about 40 people there. The best part of the evening was the white elephant gift exchange.
There were some pretty spectacular gifts; a bacon wallet (a wallet that looked like a slab of bacon), some one's old cassette tapes (homemade even), a giant soup tureen in the shape of a tomato, a bud vase that attaches to your computer and many more.
I was the lucky recipient of Mr. Wonderful. (Not that I don't already have a Mr. Wonderful)
There was only one other gift I would like to have had and that was a box of 25 Salted Nut Rolls.
Tonight G & Z had their Bugz concert. Which meant we had very little time for dinner. Okay, I just didn't want to cook anything. We had hamburger and macaroni and cheese. I don't mean hamburgers, I mean cooked hamburger, with ketchup. I am one special mother.
They were so darn cute. I was a little teary eyed.
Needless to say I didn't run outdoors this morning. I thought about it for a whole 5 seconds and then smartened up. So I ran for 2.5 hours at the Y. I did 1/2 hour on the treadmill, 1/2 hour on the track, 1/2 hour on the treadmill and then the last hour on the track. I hate running on a treadmill/track, but the risk of frostbite isn't worth it. I did actually see some moron out running on my way to the gym.
EB and the kids put up the Christmas tree and I am sitting here listening to my new Casting Crowns Christmas CD with the glow of the tree and my laptop screen. I am not going to do the usual decorating, just not into it when there isn't a place to put anything in this house.
I still have to make the kids cosutmes for their concert on Thursday. It is not a Christmas concert. It is called Bugz and they are yes, you guessed it, bugs. G is going to be a firefly and Z is going to be a spider. The concert was supposed to be in November but the stage was not available at that time.
I ordered G a pair of Jazz pants on line and when they got here they were about 4 inches too long. So last night I went to hem up her pants and I could only had hot pink thread. Mind you I have about 50 spools of thread packed in a box, but I wasn't going out to the garage to dig for them.
I thought who cares if they are hemmed with pink thread, black and pink is a great combination. I started hemming them and then looked at it and thought I can't do that, that is really tacky. I hollered at the EB and said, could you bring me a black sharpie. Problem solved. I colored the thread I hadn't yes sown and then colored in the spots I had sown. I then moved on to leg two, where I proceeded to him it on the outside instead of the inside. Yeah, let me color some more thread. It could be sheer genius.