iHeartFaces: From a Distance

This is my entry this week. Another image from the Prairie girls vintage session. I just love their happy faces in this one. It makes me forget about all the things I am behind on – editing photographs and writing blog posts. So for now, I will not think of those things (and my busy, busy job and commute). I will remember this day and bask in the delight of children running.

Prairie Girls

Happy Tuesday!

The REAL Texas snow

It doesn’t snow often here. Not more than an inch, and if it does snow an inch it goes away by noon the next day.

But when it’s a real snow? Look out! And boy did it really snow!

I think I have the Green Bay Packer Snow Mojo Team to thank. Since they arrived in our Superbowl town, our weather went (north?) to the cold arctic arm pit. I heard Dallas was colder than Anchorage on Wednesday. So, um, thank-you! I’m rooting for ya! And after the game on Sunday, we are ready to see our 60’s again, mkay?

The weatherman predicted snow about 3am, actually it started at midnight. This was not the sleet and ice snow bits like Tuesday. These were honest to God snowflakes – fat and happy – floating their way down to stick.

Brownie seeing snow. REAL snow falling for the first time in her puppy life.

This caused a great uproar in the house to those of us awake. The husband. The teen. I think he almost (almost) woke the little girls up to see it too (he wanted too!). We are not used to it falling, not used to it sticking, and definitely not used to it being fluffy. It’s funny, because we jumped, hollered, ran outside with tongues hanging out (okay, that was just me and Sydney).

Texans heart snow.

The ground (and ice) was completely covered within thirty minutes. The snow churned from the sky like someone had a machine aimed right at us. I was so thrilled, I did not go to sleep until about 2am (still planning on going to work if I could). I couldn’t help it. I had to keep looking out the window to see if it was still there. It was!

I woke up at my normal time. Took the crazy snow dogs out and waited about five minutes for the little girls to wake up. They are early risers (just like the dogs). I get a text that the office is closed due to weather. Another snow day for ALL of us ( as the schools had announced closing the day before).

Ice is one thing. It’s cold. It makes the world a freezer and it’s not fun to play in. Tuesday and Wednesday we had ICE. We had ten degrees with a windchill of zero. Not fun. Snow is another thing all together.

Snow is fun. Snow and thirty-degree weather all day is even more fun.

Here is a recap of half the day.

Is it a bird? Is it a plane? What is that streaking through the snow faster than a speeding bullet?

It’s Brownie the Abominable Snow Dog!

Able to dodge small children in a single bound.

Of course she’s not really abominable. She is cute, hairy, and full of big dog ‘tude.

Needless to say – Brownie LOVES snow. The real stuff. She thought she loved the ice stuff, but no, it’s THIS stuff she loves.

By afternoon, she had so much snow crusted on her face and feet, Jason had to give her a bath. It was that bad. She would not come in. Over and over, she buried, chased, jumped and dug her face into the mounds of snow. Sooo fun!

Then, The Teen rose from her slumber. All the girls bundled up, and well…….I guess they love snow too.

This crazy dog Anna can catch a snowball in mid-air. Amazing!

Like I said, a super fun day had by all, all the way around. And this is only part one. Part two is tomorrow. I will explain Texas sledding and how to build Stan the Snowman. Hippiest dude this side of Red River. 🙂

The Cross Dressing Elvis makes a Move

Oh, he wasn’t always a cross dresser. Once, he lived a normal life in a cellophane package on the grounds of Graceland. Until one day, purchased and bagged, he ended up here – Magnet Fridge City. Land of the collectible seductive metal, instead of gracing Graceland, he graced the icebox.

It’s not really his fault. Wardrobe on the box is limited. Just ask his friend, Blue Suede M&M.

“That’s Alright”

When Elvis met Marilyn, he not only stole her heart, he stole her pants.

And can you blame the guy? She had a rockin’ attire. Wasn’t it obvious she came from Vegas the city of glitz? Always cool. Dressed in her finest gown. Crooning and laughing her throaty laugh. She didn’t mind.

They all wanted to be like her. Even the dog lived the sweet life.

“Hound Dog”

Their biggest fear? To be left behind. Forgotten. Unused. Undressed.
What if no one changed their bra, their pants, their shoes, their crown? What if they ended up [gasp!] naked?
Or worse , on the side of a filing cabinet. It wasn’t an easy life, but it was their life. Being together – the most important thing.

But all good things must come to an end. The day came when their clothes were scraped off. One by one, from head to toe, they peeled forward. Handled delicately they were placed unattached in a cardboard box. Clothes tossed in a pile like dirty laundry.

“All shook up”

The horror! They were moving. Where would they end up? Who would be in what dress? The uncertainty struck fear deep in their magnet core.

As the box lid slides to a close. Marilyn beams her bedroom eyes, and Elvis grins his star-lit smile. Someday soon, they will rise again to great glory of cold food storage, and great inter-changeable fashion.

Coming soon to a fridge near you (uh-Jason).

” ‘Til we meet you again, may God bless you. Adios.”
Elvis-Said in 1977 at the end of a concert during his last tour.

**No magnets were harmed in the making of this post.**

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