Another time, I guess.

My version of what to do on a Wednesday and my husband’s version of what to do on a Wednesday are not the same.  You see, when I woke up this morning I thought to myself,  …what a perfect day to do nothing except read.  just bounce around from magazines to blogs, then books.  But my husband woke up and thought to himself, …what a great day to paint the walls in my house.  Now, obviously my idea is just an illusion.  There is no way that will ever happen anytime soon.  But still, I didn’t expect to find my husband and Nathan painting our dinning room and hallway after my hour at the gym. 

The house is an absolute wreck because of it all, and as I took in the view I wondered where in the world all the stuff came from!  That, of course, lead to me tossing this and dumping that.  It felt satisfying and as for the walls…we’re never going to get our deposit back.  Ha!

In all of the mess, I managed to make a couple of loaves of bread.  I kneaded the dough between school books and a stack of bills I wish I could poof away and books that I wish I were reading instead.  Another time, I guess.  I kept dinner as simple as a dinner can get, and doubles as one of our favorites: bread and gravy.

Alright.  It’s time for lights out.

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I Hate When Things Bite Me In The Butt

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It’s not too surprising that I wrote a blog post adorned with cozy pictures of my homemade hot chocolate, followed by a trail of words that shunned summer, that in return, summer would show me what’s, what.
This very fateful day started off great; the middle was pretty good, too. But by 4:00pm the city’s electric company blew a breaker (or at least that’s what I picture in my mind). Half of the town was left without power; this included my house. We found this information out while trying to make a quick run to the store, which were all closed due to no power. And because summer wanted to show me who’s boss,  it was blazing hot outside, without any air!  I’m talking 90 degrees, peeps.  It made my distaste for summer that much greater, because if there is one thing to know about me, it’s that I hate the hot weather.  
(did I mention that our entire house runs off electricity?)
 
In true southern fashion, us, and every one of our neighbors, headed outside to sit on our porches.  Trust me, it sure as heck felt better than the stifling heat that was building inside the house. 
 
While mopping the pouring sweat off our foreheads, Bubba called the electric company, during which I said a silent prayer for a rainstorm.
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Then…there was a bit of hope. Bubba said the company claims to have the electric back on by 8:30pm.
 
Not more than ten minutes later, we heard thunder in the distance. I praised the Lord for the eventual downpour that cooled everything down into upper 70’s. It felt great…until after the rain stopped and the humidity stepped in its place.
 
By the time 8:30 rolled around, the electricity still wasn’t on, and we had had it with feeling sticky. So we called the company again. And by we, I mean, Bubba. Because of the storm that blew through, it delayed the repairing process and the new time was 1:30 am. ACK!
 
It was tough for me to sleep. No air, no fan, only a tiny window to open for relief was not cutting it. I can’t even sleep without a the hum of a fan.
 
I was miserable. I tossed and turned underneath a thin sheet, with one leg hanging out, desperate for cooler air.
 
Somehow, by the grace of God, I passed out.  Around 3 in the morning, I was awakened by the TV and all the lights coming on.
I breathed a deep sigh of relief, marched downstairs, turned off all the lights, shut windows, turned my fan on, and finally caught a few zzz’s.
My lesson?  Never, ever, tempt summer.

Yep. You Can Tell We Are From Texas.

There he is, my oldest, standing outside in the snow in his shorts, flip flops, short sleeved shirt, with sock covered hands.  It is a classic image of a southerner who enjoys year round warm weather standing outside to enjoy a fluke snow storm that would grace the south for a day.  
Nathan really doesn’t have an excuse for this though.  We have lived in two wintery states and enjoyed nearly four years of annual snowfall and white Christmas’.  So his choice in wardrobe is a result of pure laziness.  I snapped a couple of pictures of his lunacy before I stepped in and made him dress more appropriately. 

Job 38:22 “Have you entered the treasury of snow…”

I love the snow.  I’ve already written about that.  So when the snow fell in a steady flurry all night long, I looked up into the sky with a large smile and said, thank you.  I also made potato soup with a toasted baguette.  Carb on carb…who doesn’t love that?  Next, I took a thousand pictures, and titled the file “blizzard of 2013”.  Haha.  I crack myself up. 
Seriously though, I never thought I would take so many pictures of the snow.  But gosh darn it, I never get to see snow anymore and it is SO pretty– as if it fell straight from heaven.  
So now I am going to bombard you with all the pictures I took.  Don’t worry…there won’t be a thousand of them.

 Eating snow…

 Eating more snow…

 And some more…

 He was saying, “Gooooooood.” 

All the snow melted by 10:30 the next morning, but we enjoyed it while it lasted.  🙂  
Now I’m ready for spring. 


 

snow

Ever since we moved back to the south, this is the one thing we miss the most.
Snow.
A lot of people don’t like it because it’s cold, but I love it because it’s cold.
When snow flurries begin spilling from the sky, children cuddle up beneath the covers, hot soup warms the body and the soul, while a warm house becomes the cozy retreat you’ve been waiting for all year long.
Suddenly a book and a blanket becomes your best friend.
Ahh…snow.  I’ve missed the good and bad times we’ve shared.   😐
Tonight, snow has come for a visit, waaay down in the south, and I couldn’t be more elated.

:::unfortunately:::

  I awakened to this.

Just a few slick patches of ice and a light dusting on the back lawn.
The rest of the week has been forecasted with sunny days and warming temperatures.
Maybe next year we will have more.