OK. Seriously. Just because it's December 1st doesn't mean we HAVE to have snow and ice. We've made it so far this season without it. Can't we just continue on our merry way with cold and wind but no ice? For a bit?
Picture me in Patrick's torn sweats, a black fancy wool coat, no gloves (WTH are they?), and white canvas sneakers, tromping around my big red conversion van with the SHORT ice scraper (WTH is our ultra-long one made for short people with tall cars???). Imagine me swearing, slipping, and shivering as I literally hacked at the ice while my kids sat in the warm van.
Guess what their new chore is going to be, now that they can't dust due to the Christmas decorations? Oh yes. I am buying several ice scrapers and a ton of salt for the driveway. I have paid my dues these past 9 years. With God as my witness, my children are taking over.
My friend popped my Facebook cherry. I am now officially hooked on another internet perk. Which is great, cuz I don't spend nearly enough time checking all of your lovely blogs, fretting over how to post something riveting enough to make you comment (why don't you comment anymore? Am I that predictable? Where's the love???), and trying to get past level 9 on the Pizza Palace on my kids' Webkinz sites.
Yes. Facebook was a brillllliant idea to try out...
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I HATE scraping windshields. I only had to do it once last year when *someone* - don't want to mention any names (my husband James Christopher) for some unknown reason didn't pull the car the extra three feet into the garage. He got in trouble. Big trouble. Now he's learned his lesson - we hope.
Good for you for passing the torch, or the scraper as the case may be, onto your kids. That's totally what I would do in your shoes.
After spending hours and hours in your lovely Chicago airport, I finally returned home. Enjoy that snow/ice and you can keep it! I had it once and now I'll likely get it AGAIN as it heads my way!
I try to comment - Sometimes I think I just say the same things over again... even if I don't comment, believe me, I am on the edge of my seat until your next post! I'm hooked
I don't comment anywhere anymore because I am so FREAKING overwhelmed - but I do read all of your posts! You're one of my favorites for reals!
And we have whiteout conditions today. Huzzah.,
You know why I barely comment anymore? Facebook. It seriously cuts into my blogging time. It's evil, but I cannot live without it.
Friend me. We'll have fun.
Do you hate me because I walked barefoot to the mailbox today? And I haven't scraped a windshield in ten years?
Webkinz. I like Webkinz. My kids not so much anymore. But thats okay because I'll take care of their gardens and feed their pets and get them lots of cash from Wheres Wacky.
I'm sorry I haven't been commenting! We went home for the holiday and my in-laws do not have internet at their house. Yes, that's right. NO INTERNET! I don't know how they do it...
I try to comment, but had to let some slide during November, what with so many blog buddies doing NaBloPoMo. But I read every post!
You're on Facebook - yay! But absolutely BEWARE, it can be a huge time-waster. I got really hooked on some of the games (Scrabble, Bingo, the list is too long actually) and decided to cut them cold turkey because I just couldn't control myself!
Look me up on FB - Hannah Jacobsen Blair.
Ok, so now I get to friend some people on Facebook... Check!
Didn't mean to guilt you into posting.
Ok. That's a lie. But I knew, as all good mothers do, that guilt WORKS.
So you'll hate me...but I have to tell you...we are at 70 today! It's sunny and gorgeous.
Fracking Facebook. It is a time sucker.
I actually liked our snow today. It made me feel so Christmasy. Driving in it wasn't the most fun, but I'll live with it.
I always comment. **sniff sniff** Man I take these things way to personal. I heart facebook.
I eagerly await the day when I can get my kid to do things: housework, yardwork, windshield scraping. Isn't that why we have them, cheap labor?
I hear Chicago got hit pretty hard last night, hope you all dig out soon! A friend of my daughter flew up to visit her relatives and the flight was cancelled. lol. (I'm laughing cuz that stuff ususally just happens to ME!)
happy scraping!
I still need to get a grip on Facebook. Not that into it yet.
Steph
P.S. What Beck said!
Steph
Yes, Kristin does comment. She is off the hook.
We had snow/ice in October. Ii am so used to it by now!
As for FB. I know... it's a drug.
Why have kids if not to perform the chores you loathe? That's why I got pregnant!
I'm on Facebook too, after swearing I wouldn't be. It's addicting.
Tracey, I also hate scraping the windshiled. We don't have a garage, so the scraping goes on.
I just dropped in to say thanks for visiting my blog "Just a thought & other perspectives" I was pleasently suprised to have someone other then friends & family visit let alone comment.
How did you happen upon me?
Please come back & visit.
Kathy Goldenbogen
mt. Clemens Michigan
I haven't gotten on facebook yet; although looking on from my husband's site totally has me wanting to join up. I get worried about being a teacher and what problems it might cause. By the way, I can't wait to see the kids out there scraping f(are you going to put the 3 year old on the hood of that huge big red van!)
Seriously. It's no wonder 1950s housewives got everything done, there was no internet! Welcome to another fabulous time suck!
i just had a wonderous idea. clean your garage out so you can park the car in it? miracles never cease, do they? ;-)
I'm hooked on Facebook too. My husband says I need a hobby. Seriously? I already have several that keep me busy!
Kimmy
I gotta say, I'm not feeling the snow either:P
I am the last person on the planet not on Facebook. Where would I find the time?
Unless Anonymous was my sister and was making a JOKE, I cannot park my conversion van in the garage as the placement of built-in shelving and the garage door opener make fitting it into the garage without scraping the paint off, impossible.
Yup. Love Facebook.
Please don't hate my warmer weather ways, but last night was the first night I needed my scraper. It's been kicking around the van since last winter. Kids have been swordfighting with the thing all summer long. I need to scrape ice? Nothing. Poof. Vanished.
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