Snice Day

That’s snow + ice = snice. And what happens when you get a snice day in North Central Texas ( or Dallas, if you prefer)? Answer: no school or work!

That’s a sNICE day! Yay!!

Icicles!

I stocked up and it paid off (by the way I grossly underestimated my supply stock of oatmeal pies). Meh.

But we did not lose electricity. In all respects, if not for the ice, it would have been fine. But of course, that is not what happens in Texas. The rain from the night before created a slick SHEET on the roads and as predicted, not enough sand trucks. The road by our house is a hill. I saw two cars spin their way to the top (on the second try) (barely).

Let’s just say…we are not going anywhere. No way out.

The little girls are at their mom’s house. Good thing too. Their Aunt from the North is visiting and she knows ALL about snow. I have no doubt she taught them some mad snow skills. Go Auntie!

So, what’s a mom to do when a teenager is afraid of the cold? When she has no little kids to entertain? She watches TV and plays on the computer. Ahem. No, actually, she watches TV, plays on the computer, and takes care of her fur kids.

And when the fur kids need to “go potty” a zillion times, what can she do but entertain them?

Moooommmmm, I need to go potty.

Again? Really? You gotta go, huh? Well….we will just see.

And what happens as soon as they get out the door?

Snow! Snow! Weeeeee!

They love the snow (ice). LOVE IT!

It’s 21 degrees. Windchill (and it’s blowing HARD) is 1. I can last about FIVE minutes and that is with gloves on.

But I decide it’s a great time to use my new camera AND practice my action (freeze – ha) shots. I employ The Teen to help me call the dogs to capture all the running and the snow spin out action.

With much rolling of eyes, she agrees – with no gloves, nor hat. I urge her to get gloves (and hat). Gee Whiz.

Winter Texas wear.

As The Teen models her winter snow gear for Texas weather. I snap pictures of dogs, but do catch her in this one.

Wonder why she didn’t last long? I am thinking the pajama pants were a little breezy. Mhmm?

I didn’t need her any way. The dogs need no urging to run. They run, and run, and run.

I nicknamed Brownie (the shih-tzu) “Brownie The Flash”. She is little, but mighty. I swear that dog has wings.

Flying Snow Dog

This was her first experience with snow. It was most adorable.

Brownie with a snowstach. Got snow?

Maybe we didn’t have the little kids, but our snice day was a great success. We thoroughly enjoyed it and guess what? It didn’t melt. In fact, it’s even crunchier.

Snow + ice + crunch = Snirch

What happens on a Snirch day?

Answer: Schools close (again!). Work? Well…we will find out tomorrow. But it’s looking like a SNIRCH DAY! Unless our steep hill of ice melts, but I believe the temperature high tomorrow is a whooping 10 degrees!

Stay warm, and be safe everyone.

**Also, I am being featured over at The Red Dress Club today (Feb. 2nd). Be sure to click over and read my interview. All my fiction writing has been inspired by these wonderful ladies and the writers that participate. This is a incredible site to grow your love of writing and have a lot of supporters offering feedback.

Snowpocalypse 2011: Coming to a Superbowl near you.

It’s here! (well, almost)

Apocalypse Snow Storm
(source)

The weather map at current posting time shows the beginning nibbles of a HONGRY snow! It’s coming to storm your town and make history!

Like our Snowpocalypse last year, remember that?

Yes, it really happened. We made history last year February 2010 - 12 1/2 inches in twenty-four hours in North Central Texas (Dallas/Fort Worth Metroplex).

I think there will be records that eat that one for breakfast, right Chicago?

Anyway, I have properly stocked up on Chocolate Cherrios, Little Debbie Oatmeal Pies, and those mini chocolate donuts (don’t judge).

I eagerly watch the temperature thermometer like a TJ Maxx opening day sale. Drop, drop, drop.

It’s not just for a snow day…..really! I want it to freeze BEFORE I go to work. I do not want my “fiction” story to be based on actual events.

It’s all highway bridges through downtown Fort Worth, and no…….the sand truck won’t help. See they misjudge here, they are not sand/salt road experts. They prematurely sand the streets (wet). It freezes. SOLID. It’s really unhelpful. They may realize their mistake and sand again, but with three trucks? It could take a while. In the meantime, the cars will mount up on the incline of the bridges, unable to reach the top, and begin sliding BACKWARDS (while spinning out) right into where your car is sitting with cars behind you. See what I am saying? It’s ice bumper cars (I’m talking to you Wisconsin-Pittsburgh Superbowl visitors).

Yes, a master can drive on slick streets, on sanded streets even, but not here. Mkay?

Stay inside. Eat your oatmeal pies. Grab an icicle lollipop, and make some snow cream. It’s Party Snowpocalypse 2011.

And if it gets too much, too cold, too brittle, too dark, too desperate and you run out of oatmeal pies? Just think happy beach thoughts. The power of positive thinking, yes?

A beach day-dream in winter.
Bridget- Galveston Beach – November 2010

Technical Difficulties

My wordpress is not working.

The site is all kinds of wrong. I don’t code or build the site and I am guessing someone hit the wrong button on my theme. I even tried my phone app, but no luck. I can’t upload pics. Oh I could upload to photobucket and copy the code, and blah, blah, blah. But really?

I am just too lazy. Today was unbelievable. Do you know how many passengers fly through or to Atlanta when you work for #8 business travel company?

Try upwards of 33,000 and I think they all called our office today (and that is just on Delta).

I would have had to take and service over 100 calls today just to keep up my share of the workload. Yeah. It was that bad.

I also missed a linky for another iHeart photo challenge and I had a good one to enter.

So, I am bummed.

I am going to upload the only photo I took today and add to flickr and project 365. We had wimpy frost. That’s it. No sleet. No snow. Just frost.

I will consider today an accomplishment, because? I posted my daily post.

Sorry it’s so crappy. 🙂 It’s not me, and it’s not you. WordPress is messed up, yo.

Hope you all had a better Monday!

My first photography class is tomorrow. I have my book and my note pad. I feel like a little kid on her first day of school.

And?

I’m nervous (ha). I’ll let you know how it goes.

P.S.-Jan 11th AM-It’s working again! Yay!

Timeless Memories

I never imagined this weekend as a gift, but it truly was. A gift of delightful memories.

This weekend wasn’t just about Thanksgiving, it was about how much could Jason take and still love me? Mom staying with Jason and meeting the girls for the first time. Of course, she fell head over heels in love. And they took to her like stink on a dog because, well….she brought four furry children with her. FOUR.

Two tiny Papillons, Buddy the man, and Little Chevy who weighs an ounce? A Yorkie terror terrier named Lola. Poor thing, she has a disorder that requires medication every six hours to keep her from convulsing scarily. Yikes! And lastly, one FRED, a Shih-tzu boy, the biggest of the bunch, found wandering the highway one evening, that she promptly picked up in the Chuckwagon.

I call her vehicle the Chuckwagon, because it’s like the old commercial where the dogs are chasing the wagon with dog food, except it’s her van. The van stops and the dogs pile in. She takes them ALL home. I am not even kidding. My mom has 23 dogs (yes, she lives in the country).

I think half of them she has been trying to find homes for…for-EVER. But ya know? Her guidelines for a doggy home is VERY strict (which is good). Most don’t qualify, the rest don’t want grown up dogs. Then, MORE dogs come chasing down the Chuckwagon, which isn’t hard to catch. I think she ties meaty lamb chops to her bumper. Kidding! She doesn’t.

In all honesty, she rescues bloodhounds. She is part of an organization that will save a bloodhound (or part bloodhound) before they are euthanized at a shelter. They pick them up, put them in foster care until they can be adopted out. So, some of the dogs are fosters, others followed the Chuckwagon, and the rest happened to be on the right road, on the right day.

Whichever way you want to look at it, if you need a pet, please let me know. It really is a great service they do. They all have their shots and have been fixed. The fact that Mom only brought FOUR, ha, that’s a miracle. Lucky JASON!

Why did she stay at his house and not mine? Well, there was a little incident at my Mom’s house where Buddy the dog decided to get in Salem’s face, all chest bumping, and fake punching. She told him to get lost with her teeth and thirteen stitches later……yeeeeeaah. Not good.

Salem does NOT like little yappy, bossy Buddy dogs. Did I mention Buddy is eleven years old and has no teeth? Oh Salem, you are such a brute. Making her apologize would not have come CLOSE to making up for what happened to the little guy. In her defense, she only put her mouth on him for a second.

So, NO, I would not risk four doggy lives at my place with not only one big dog, but three. Not to mention, I have no extra bed. AND three grown ups share a very tiny bathroom already. One more might just push me over the edge. Ahhh!

Jason’s house it was. Extra bedroom, new mattress, cleaned up toy room, converted to guest bedroom (which Bridget kept asking me if I was going to sleep there). Uhh, no GRANDMA is “Gwanmah seep dere?” Yes, SHE is sleeping there. Isn’t that cool? (nods head, beams a smile) She only thought it was cool because Grandma has presents, and puppies.

Jason has a doggy run in his backyard, and LOTS, and LOTS of tile. Jason, sweetie, I know I can never EVER possibly make up for your most generous hospitality in the whole wide world. Ever to infinity times squared to the tenth power. But pssssst, you totally passed the TEST. Heh! You had no idea right?

Watching the little girls with my Mom and the dogs brought me great joy. Molly and Bridget LOVE the puppies. They love to hold them, pet them, cuddle them, and even drop them. Luckily they are close to the ground. Please don’t tell them they are not “really” puppies, especially old man Buddy. They were in heaven with all the puppy love.

Fred the Shih-tzu is one of my personal favorites. Cutest dog in the world. He is a love. I am not a little dog fan, but I would take him home in a second (Jason says no, hmph!). This weekend we carted around lots of dogs. Moving them back and forth from outside to in (even in the rain, right Jason?). Pictures galore were taken, adorable subjects, equals timeless shots.

Molly and Fred

Molly, Bridget, and Sydney – Can I just say this photo turns me to mush, awh!

Mom and girls walking together.

Then finally, we ended with ICE at the Gaylord Texan in Grapevine. What a finale! That place was incredible. The decorations, the art, the imagination of it all, just wraps you up, like a living present. Plus the ice slide, a grown up child’s dream – FLYING down the ice – no holds barred – Weeeeeeeee! It was glorious fun. If it wasn’t so crowded, I would have done it over and over til my fingers and nose froze off (totally worth it by the way).

Did I mention it was nine degrees? Before you can go in, they wrap you up in these big blue suits made for Eskimos. I guess they know Texan’s don’t have “real” winter coats, nor do we need them, although some people think we do when it goes from 110 degrees to 60 degrees, phhsss. Either way, we got a nifty warm sleeping bag garmet to wear in the ICE. Awesome.

Without further ado, timeless memories..


Jason, Mom, Me, Sydney, Kyle, Molly, and Bridget in front.


Jason and his two beauties.


Sydney and the girls.


One of my favorites, Bridget and my Mom.


Ice sculptures.


Molly and an ice lamb.


Me and Sydney. I swear that’s a camera bag under my coat, not like one of Mom’s small dogs or something. Heh!


The Grinch and my heart after this weekend.

Sweet timeless memories, I am not worthy.