Friday, February 29, 2008

kid logic

This from my daughter after she brought the bag of mini-marshmallows to me so I could read her the ingredient list:

"If they have water in them, that means they're pretty healthy."

In other news, GREEN GRASS has been spotted outside in the yard. Spring WILL reign victorious over this long winter in the end...oh, yes it will. I also saw my first beetle bug of the season yesterday. This may not sound like big news where you are, but it was here. Just to see some random alive and growing things after months of snow, slush and ice borders on life-changing.

Of course, we still have March ahead, and other residents around these parts keep reminding me that it's traditionally our worst snow month, yada yada yada. Looks like it's going to come in like a lamb tomorrow, though.

Tuesday, February 26, 2008

until the blog comes to a full and complete stop

Thursday, February 14, 2008

why I love this day

It's not just the hearts and flowers, chocolates and homemade Valentines from the kids, though I adore all of the above.

It's the fact that it's now officially mid-February, and though another snow storm has socked it to us today (I was actually driving around in a white-out earlier), there's no denying that Spring is on its way. Good things are afoot, too, though I don't dare talk about them just yet for fear of jinxing.

It's been a long, cold winter, but it's not going to last forever. So, hug that sweetheart if you currently have one. If not, hug the next best thing - your dog or cat, or your life-sized Simon Cowell blowup doll. There's always something to hug.

Thursday, February 07, 2008

I wanna see a love report on my desk in the morning triplicate.

I mean, I know it's technically not Valentine's Day yet. But it will be. Oh, yes. It WILLLLLLLLLLLL be (mwa ha ha ha haaaaaaaa).

Tuesday, February 05, 2008

redneck cryonics

So, this big storm settles in last week, dumps a ton of snow and then clears out, making room for the next storm, which added to the drifts at our place until some of them were waist-high. In between those storms, on Saturday, we grabbed the opportunity to go sledding as a family out in the woods behind our house. The snow was really nice for sledding, skiing, snowboarding, etc., the only problem being that it was almost too fluffy, which meant that a good sledding chute needed to be created.

We found a good spot on the riverbank- steep but not too steep and with minimal rocks and other obstacles. First order of business was to figure out who had the best stats for tamping the area down with the metal disc sled. Turned out son was too light and daughter too reticent, which left Mom and Dad. I went ahead and gave it a try: Oomph! Urgh! And down the hill she goes in lurches and scoots. The next trip down went a bit more smoothly but not, apparently, smoothly enough for the husband, who was getting visibly impatient, old sledding pro that he is.

"Here, let me try that thing," he said, reaching for the disc. Clearly, he had an idea - nay, a strategy for knocking out a sledding chute worthy of the Jamaican bobsled team. I stepped out of his way, and the three of us watched as our fearless leader set the disc on the ground and then lay across it on his belly, so he'd go down the chute head-first. Oomph! Uuurgghhh! And down the hill he goes, like a flounder just awakened from a long winter's nap. Like a flounder wearing Wranglers, which are roomy enough at the waist to allow several generous scoops of snow to pack firmly down into the front of his britches.

Of course, if you want something done right you have to do it yourself, so "Here, let me have another go at it," I said, hitching up my own favorite pair of lady Wranglers and laying belly-down on the disc. Predictably, halfway down the hill I felt the unmistakable bite of my ovaries being flash frozen like Han Solo in The Empire Strikes Back.

Sure, we could have headed home at that point, but the chute was finally starting to take shape. So the old man and I ended up jumping around a bit instead, clutching wincingly at our reproductive bits now and then while cheering on the kids as they whooshed effortlessly down the hard-earned chute. Hey, the prairie ain't no place for wussies.

Plus, it's kind of cool to know that between the two of us we've probably got enough biological material preserved to start a family centuries after we're gone.

superphat tuesday

I hope you're all planning to head to your favorite polling place today and throw your hat in the ring for your favorite candidate. And I hope that if you don't have a favorite you can at least decide who's the lesser of two weevils.

And for those of a Catholic-y persuasion on this Fat Tuesday: Happy pigout!