it was a rainy, thundery, gloomy day outside, but inside it was warm and fun, even funny, thanks to my wonderful family. my camera seems to give everybody “devil” eyes, but we’re really more angelic than we look in these pictures.
we finished with a rousing game of “stick the tail on the donkey” and everyone won!
thanks again…i love you all.
i can’t seem to pull my eyes away from the vlm/ans debacle and/or the britspers wreckage. i’m on overload, i tell ya, and it ain’t funny. must admit that the “diet” that i started yesterday is also a real fun-stealer. what’s a girl to do? work, work, work.
oh, i’m having a birthday party (for myself) this saturday from 2-4 and you all are invited. i will not be dieting….
husband worked a 12-hour shift last night (10p to 10a) and shortly after he got home and fell out i got a call from my boys wanting to go sledding down our backyard hill. they waited till this afternoon to visit and i didn’t do any sledding, but did go out and play with them a while. ian and i followed some deer tracks down in the woods and he was convinced they were bear tracks.
last night sis and i went to a show featuring southern gospel harmonies and humor(?), sparking a discussion on “ what is funny? ” seems folks were loudly guffawing at stuff that, in my opinion (and sister’s) was not particularly funny. i think the things that make me laugh are generally just this side of offensive and/or mean. it’s a little deeper than that, but not much. what do you think?
sonnystone in the snow………………..
happy valentine’s day! what should have been a partay to the kids has been turned into a stay-inside-and-listen-to-your-mama-gripe-about-not-being-able-to-send-you-to-school day. but listen to my drama:
my own personal hero
the roads turned bad last night in about 30 minutes. it seems that the nasty sleetish stuff that had been pooling in the roads for days turned to ice when the temperature dropped about 20 degrees in a half-hour. i was up at darmstadt with 3 kids whose dad overslept and mom didn’t get there from usi till 6:15—the ice-hour had been from about 5:40 till 6:10. i started digging out my car at about 6:30 and discovered that my windshield wipers would not remove the stuff right in front of me. about that time husband called (he’d been called out to work about 5:25) and said, hey, it’s bad where are you? drive this way etc. i said, my windshield wipers don’t work, i don’t have much gas, let me call you back when i get things rolling. i never did get the wipers clearing, but did manage to cross the street to the darmstadt inn, a tavern tops on my list to get stuck-in-a-snowstorm. i called casey and told him i needed to be rescued, went into the bar and had a beer, and soon he had arrived. we decided he would drive me home in a state pick-up truck and we left the mustang in darmstadt, making sure the bartender (owner) knew he was the only one allowed to put the top down and drive it.
we drove down to the highway and 41 was okay because husband had already treated it. we turned on petersburg road and only made it to the entrance to petersburg place before we were blocked by cars who couldn’t make it up the hill. we turned off and slid by sister’s old house and up bob ct. to old state and got a good start on that hill, but were stopped by another driver who stopped. don’t do that, by the way, if you’re going uphill on ice. you’ll never get started again, you know. somehow we ended up in front of an emergency fire department vehicle that was stuck on the side. we were sideways and guys were trying to push while i burned a tread or two off the back tires, to no avail. finally another fire department tow-type truck with lots of sand on board, hooked up a chain and pulled our truck to the top of the hill (campground road, for you locals who are able to picture this). my hero then backed down (as in reverse) the hill to stringtown and brought me home. as he was dropping me off i thanked him profusely and he just shrugged and said, “you wouldn’t have made it”. no, i wouldn’t have. he proceeded to work for the next 14 or so hours and now he’s snoring away in the tv room. what would i do without him?
p.s. after posting the preceding i wandered into the dining room and oila! he’s not just handy, he’s romantic………
okay, i know the double entendre’, but i’m on my way out the door to the temporary job, then going straight from there to darmstadt. i’ll be back in about 11 hours and usually those 11 hours would include at least one nap. so feel sorry for me, okay? actually, i only work the temp job 3 days this week, so don’t waste a lot of tears.
other than that there’s not much happening: planting more seeds, finishing taxes, nursing home sing-a-longs, and a couple of social events. i’ll try to stay in touch.
you all know that we’re not sports-watchers here at sonnystone, but we do tune into the Important events. so it is that i’m watching the superbowl and pleased as punch that our indiana team won it so well. i know that the jose’s will be shocked, dismayed, even angry when i divulge my little secret, but here goes: i didn’t know peyton manning was a white guy. please don’t schedule an intervention. i just didn’t know.
thanks to my niece, ali, i’ll be starting a temporary school nurse job next week. i’ll be filling in for the “health and wellness coordinator” at a charter school while she has a hysterectomy. i’ll have to be there at 7:30am and they’ll let me leave in time to run up to darmstadt by 3pm to do the after-school-care. i made sure they know i have to be in nyc 3/8-9 to visit emma. this should wake me up….and help me sleep.
our local paper is beginning to reprint the “best” columns of Joe Aaron this sunday. Joe wrote for the newspaper when i was growing up and since i have a couple of his books i’ve been able to share his stuff with the kids. his style of writing is what i always emulated….indeed, even my blog-writing is influenced by him. i’m just not as funny as erma bombeck (my other column-writing-hero). if you can, check it out at courierpress.com and see what i mean.
seriously, don’t be mad about the pm thing. i just didn’t know.
p.s. i got my hair cut at a salon that invites walk-ins…very risky….the beautician had very scary hair–gray with black streaks styled in a schizophrenic-loose-with scissors doo. at least she didn’t talk much. i look a lot better and was pleased when i left, but now it’s obvious that my right side (the thinner side–3 or so hairs) is shorter than my left side (6-8 hairs). i should have seen the writing on the wall when she said “i really like your haircolor. is that natural?” yeah, number 104. but it is realistic.
husband worked 16 hours to keep us safe from the nearly 1 inch of snowfall we had. it really was hardly enough to be pretty, but it was wet enough to hang onto the tree limbs for a while.
in the meantime, i’m getting rather obsessive about general hospital. i won’t bother you with the details, but it’s the usual ploy of getting all the residents of port charles in one place (a gala fundraiser) and then blowing the place up. since my current reality is rather boring, this soap is actually livening me up.
otherwise, zzzzzz…….february looks a little more promising for activities like plays and music—-how about a birthday party? maybe i could get the bow sisters to perform.
keep warm.
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