Saturday at our House

Ok, the California girl in me HATES this weather. Tonite our low is supposed to be 7 degrees. Yes, that’s right, seven! When it’s that cold, you cannot even do anything outside- getting the mail is a polar expedition, and forget letting the monkeys out to burn off some steam. I had to explain what frostbite was to my four-year old, and now he’s all worried about his fingers falling off. He even asked me for another blanket tonite when I put him to bed- to which I then had to backup and re-explain how we have a nice warm house, we are safe, his fingers are not going to fall off, etc. I guess I gave him a little too much information.

The desire to drive out the airport and hop the next flight is strong. Maybe, if I wear a big coat, I could convince the Southwest people I am just really fat. Then they won’t ask for the doctors note that would allow me to fly this pregnant, and I would just have to buy a second seat… hmmm. Now I know how important that trip home is each winter- it gets me though and allows me to continue to live up here with some semblance of happiness. Grumble, grumble gripe.

Mo Mommy and Mr. Mo Mommy came by today and surprised me with another cutie-pie un-pink thing for the maybe-girl. Aside from feeling mortified at the fact I was in my big preggo (home made) tent dress and socks and hadn’t had a shower yet, it was so nice of them to come by. MM always looks totally pretty and put together, and I seriously felt like a big noxious garden weed answering the door! But friends don’t care, right?

Ok, one word: Curling. What the #*&% is up with that? I really like the Olympics and look forward to seeing strange sports we only hear about every four years, but DFM wanted to watch Curling today… I have no idea what to even say about it! Four people sliding around on a sheet of ice, with big rock things, and brooms they rub the ice really fast with? Is there nothing to do north of the 49th parallel?

DFM was doing the dishes and cleaning the kitchen after the kids were in bed, and I was standing around being in the way, really as much as possible. After maneuvering around me several times, I knew I was bugging him, but it was kind of fun- maybe that’s why he does it to me all the time- especially when I’m cooking. He looked all annoyed at me, and I told him I was being Jack, our old dog who was big and always under foot, but really, I was being him. To which he said “Move, you big buffalo!” and we both cracked up laughing. I told him I was going to tattle on him to you all for calling me a buffalo.

7 thoughts on “Saturday at our House

  1. I miss Jack. That was a great dog. I can see DFM getting all flustered with you underfoot. I played that senario in my mind. Thats all I can do since you are so far away. Miss you and thinking of you always.

  2. I took the kids to the park today and I had to find the jackets that we only wear to Grandma’s house in Utah. I suddenly had great empathy for those that don’t get the freedom of the outdoors year round. I would be a MUCH different mom FOR SURE!!

    I remember going to High School in Utah and it would be 20 below and I would wear SHORTS to school? Huh? Maybe teenagers really are thick……..or I was anyway….

    Hang in there! I keep hearing spring is around the corner….right?

    Speaking of girl things…are you interested in taking any of mine off my hands? Our last failed adoption was a girl and I have stuff I couldn’t return that I am ready to let go of……shall I send it? You can e mail me and let me know……if not, it is off to Goodwill!

  3. In some places in Alaska it gets cold enough to freeze whiskey. But I guess I’ve been gone for so long that I’ve become a wimp, because I’m freezing too!!!
    I don’t always look good, you stop by my house unannounced someday and you’ll see what I mean. Not recommended anytime soon, as the shock just might send you into labor!! 🙂

  4. I share in your weather lament. I would do just about anything to be able to open an outside door without getting blasted by icy air. I’d like to be able to fall asleep in my bed without spending 30+ minutes “getting the bed (& my feet) warm enough to sleep” – – and I really really want a homegrown tomato – and I want it now!

    And as long as we are telling on spouses, in the last two weeks I have (jokingly) been called a whale, pig, mad cow, beach ball, crazy lady, and been accused of having a multiple personality disorder…. most of which was entirely justified, and (depending on my current flux of hormonal emotional instability) didn’t bother me one bit.

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