It's back to the routine after taking a few weeks off. No more doughnuts for breakfast...back to the "yummy" healthy smoothies. A few nights ago, I went for a short walk and jog, and I could barely make it. The next morning, I attempted my strenuous yoga routine, but I was huffing and puffing half way through it. Yesterday, I helped paint the set for Little One's upcoming production of "Grease". Now there was quite a bit of reaching and stretching involved...but this morning, I literally could hardly get out of bed. As I tried to walk up the 18 stairs to wake The Boy and Little One, I had tears in my eyes....What happened to the days when taking a few days off did not have to mean torture when I started back? You know you are getting a bit older when you keep asking yourself what on earth you did to be so sore...and realize it wasn't much...
As I said, the big "Grease" production is days away. Little One despises her 50's get up...she cannot understand why any girl would have warn a big poodle skirt and a twin set sweater. Of course, Little One hasn't put on a dress in about a year. We are definitely in our tomboy phase. I'm lucky if I can get her to wear anything besides her gym shorts and a t-shirt. The only thing that she really worries about is the hair. She wants it long and straightened.....I can use that for blackmail on just about anything. Threatening to not straighten the hair is much more potent than lowering bedtime or grounding.....
I'm heading over again today to help with set painting for "Grease". Though I was dreading it initially, it is actually quite fun. The 'Director' guy is very laid back...there are no "wrong" ways to do anything. It somehow reminded me of college...why, I have no idea, since I never did anything remotely similar in college.... Maybe it was being around all of the young girls in the cast and hearing all of their stories. The funniest part of the day came when they were having trouble laying some tape in a straight line for painting. I suggested they measure and mark it off at different points...."Wow, good idea" they replied. "Are you a professional?".....
So that is it for today. We are forecasted to get some snow, which means I better join all of my southern friends at the grocery store and buy milk, bread and eggs. I suppose people are making french toast or something when they get snowed in.....A friend of mine suggested that a better list would include "wine, fireplace wood, and pizza delivery guys with 4 wheel drive"....my thoughts exactly...
Until tomorrow....
Showing posts with label snow. Show all posts
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Thursday, January 7, 2010
Monday, March 2, 2009
Random Musings on the Weekend
This morning I was meant to be discussing the deep and significant discussions that took place in the hair salon last week. This will have to wait until tomorrow (sorry, I can just hear the sighs of disappointment) because we had 6 inches of snow yesterday and the kids and hubby are home this morning making it nearly impossible to focus.
We were forecasted to have a little snow yesterday, but in Georgia, one doesn't really take this seriously. Of course the really funny thing is here that as soon as the weather man even mentions the word "snow", the grocery stores are bombarded with hoards of people stocking up on bread and milk. Since I spent many of my early years in Indiana, this whole "stock up" theory strikes me as really funny. Now I understand that they are not equipped here to deal with snow, and so even an inch or two creates a bit of danger and throws a wrench in all facets of daily life, but I've always wondered...why milk and bread". Is there some meal I don't know of that consists of just milk and bread? Or do people just have toast and milk? I could understand hot chocolate or snack stuff, but no, I guarantee you if I go to the store right now, there will be no milk or bread to be found. Very strange.
The snow is very pretty, but I have to admit that I don't get the warm, fuzzy feeling that most people here (especially my kids) get from seeing snow. As you may have noticed, many things that happen to me bring up vaguely traumatic (that may be too strong of a word) memories from my childhood. Snow is no different. When I lived in Indianapolis, snow was a common occurence. Nothing changed or was cancelled when it snowed, otherwise you'd just sit out winter all together. We lived at the bottom of a very steep hill, so when it snowed, I would literally have to throw my books (and these were the pre-book bag days) across a driveway, then crawl across the ice, pick up all of the books, and trudge to the next driveway. Just the trip up the hill took about 20 minutes, and you can imagine the shape I was in when I actually reached the bus stop. When I tell this story to my kids, they miss the whole point and go off on a tangent of "exactly why didn't you have a book bag?" My husband, being from New Jersey, murmurs words like "lightweight" and "wimp", giving no credence at all to my traumatic story.
The kids had a blast in the snow, but again, the problem here is that since it is a rare occurence, we don't have proper snow attire. In Indiana, you put on your waterproof gear and play out all day. Here, you wear your jeans and tennis shoes until they are soaked (about 30 minutes) and then you go inside and change again. My laundry room is full of sopping wet clothes this morning, which I will dry and re-dry over the course of the day.
On top of that, our power was out for several hours last night, forcing us all to sit around the fireplace and be cozy, singing Cum-bah-yah. Ok, maybe not. Maybe the kids whined about the tv not working and ran around screaming and playing tag until Tony had to yell at them to go to their room. When the power came back on for 2 minutes, I decided to run on the treadmill, not thinking through the fact that it might cut off again, thus throwing me several yards off of the machine. This only exacerbated my earlier sledding injury that I received when Tony assured me that a hill was not too steep and then proceeded to push me down. Not only was the hill too steep, but the asphalt at the bottom was very hard.
But despite these little mishaps, it was still a fun day. The "guilty mother voice", (you know that annoying voice that tells you to let the kids have fun and don't worry about the mound of laundry and wet floors, etc) kicked in early in the day, so I was able to relax and watch the kids have fun.
Just as a side note, early in the day, before the roads were too bad, Tony ran out and brought back burgers and fries. He also slipped me an apple pie, which I love. However, at 12:20 last night, I realized that I had given up sweets for Lent and had broken my vow after only 3 days. When I shared this with Tony, he said "yes, and I now have something to hold over you". I'm not at all sure that this is keeping with the spirit of Lent. And besides that, I refused to be blackmailed, so I am owning up to my minor "slip" right now, so that he cannot "out" me later on it...
Back to the salon tomorrow...
We were forecasted to have a little snow yesterday, but in Georgia, one doesn't really take this seriously. Of course the really funny thing is here that as soon as the weather man even mentions the word "snow", the grocery stores are bombarded with hoards of people stocking up on bread and milk. Since I spent many of my early years in Indiana, this whole "stock up" theory strikes me as really funny. Now I understand that they are not equipped here to deal with snow, and so even an inch or two creates a bit of danger and throws a wrench in all facets of daily life, but I've always wondered...why milk and bread". Is there some meal I don't know of that consists of just milk and bread? Or do people just have toast and milk? I could understand hot chocolate or snack stuff, but no, I guarantee you if I go to the store right now, there will be no milk or bread to be found. Very strange.
The snow is very pretty, but I have to admit that I don't get the warm, fuzzy feeling that most people here (especially my kids) get from seeing snow. As you may have noticed, many things that happen to me bring up vaguely traumatic (that may be too strong of a word) memories from my childhood. Snow is no different. When I lived in Indianapolis, snow was a common occurence. Nothing changed or was cancelled when it snowed, otherwise you'd just sit out winter all together. We lived at the bottom of a very steep hill, so when it snowed, I would literally have to throw my books (and these were the pre-book bag days) across a driveway, then crawl across the ice, pick up all of the books, and trudge to the next driveway. Just the trip up the hill took about 20 minutes, and you can imagine the shape I was in when I actually reached the bus stop. When I tell this story to my kids, they miss the whole point and go off on a tangent of "exactly why didn't you have a book bag?" My husband, being from New Jersey, murmurs words like "lightweight" and "wimp", giving no credence at all to my traumatic story.
The kids had a blast in the snow, but again, the problem here is that since it is a rare occurence, we don't have proper snow attire. In Indiana, you put on your waterproof gear and play out all day. Here, you wear your jeans and tennis shoes until they are soaked (about 30 minutes) and then you go inside and change again. My laundry room is full of sopping wet clothes this morning, which I will dry and re-dry over the course of the day.
On top of that, our power was out for several hours last night, forcing us all to sit around the fireplace and be cozy, singing Cum-bah-yah. Ok, maybe not. Maybe the kids whined about the tv not working and ran around screaming and playing tag until Tony had to yell at them to go to their room. When the power came back on for 2 minutes, I decided to run on the treadmill, not thinking through the fact that it might cut off again, thus throwing me several yards off of the machine. This only exacerbated my earlier sledding injury that I received when Tony assured me that a hill was not too steep and then proceeded to push me down. Not only was the hill too steep, but the asphalt at the bottom was very hard.
But despite these little mishaps, it was still a fun day. The "guilty mother voice", (you know that annoying voice that tells you to let the kids have fun and don't worry about the mound of laundry and wet floors, etc) kicked in early in the day, so I was able to relax and watch the kids have fun.
Just as a side note, early in the day, before the roads were too bad, Tony ran out and brought back burgers and fries. He also slipped me an apple pie, which I love. However, at 12:20 last night, I realized that I had given up sweets for Lent and had broken my vow after only 3 days. When I shared this with Tony, he said "yes, and I now have something to hold over you". I'm not at all sure that this is keeping with the spirit of Lent. And besides that, I refused to be blackmailed, so I am owning up to my minor "slip" right now, so that he cannot "out" me later on it...
Back to the salon tomorrow...
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