crazy carpet phobia and other stuff

If I was still physically as opposed to just mentally a kid, there would be a slight resentment towards today's kind of weather. I'd be totally ticked that a weather system would have the nerve to do it's thing on a weekend - as opposed to dumping it's magic on a school day.

Snow days rocked when I was a kid.

Even if the power went out (it often did) - the fireplace and reading by flashlight was always cool - sometimes literally.

Anyhow, getting out of school was always fun.

Close to our home was a really great sledding hill and when the snow would finally let up, that triple whammy of a incline was one of the best places to be.

Personally, the crazy carpets always went far too fast for me but I loved the potential neck-breaker wooden toboggan and the flying saucer (photo source). If memory serves correctly, ours was red with yellow handles.

Moving back into today world:

Today would have been a perfect day to go sledding across the street on the small hill. But the snow never stopped long enough. And it was freaking cold all day long.

Last time I checked something around 20 cms had fallen.

Earlier today during one of the snow breaks Bumper wanted to go outside.

Unaware of just how freaking cold it was outside she put up a fight and refused to put on her jacket. We found a compromise.

Here she is in her boots, snow pants, and my jacket. Or as I like to call it a full length evening ski dress.


So we haven't had any problems with the snow which keeps falling and falling and falling and falling.

We prepped for this one, thanks to the media scare tactics weather warnings and the grocery and video store were both covered.


BTW, we didn't go with her choice. We went with this and will be watching it tonight.

Speaking of tonight (nice segue), the snow is supposed to let up by 11 tonight.

Back in the motherbumper school days - are you getting dizzy yet from all the back and forth through time? - anyhow, back then, a late night snow fall meant that there was still a possibility that school could be cancelled in the morning.

I'd hang on that radio station over breakfast the next morning, shushing anyone who dared to speak or make noise during the reading of cancelled schools and events. My fingers would be crossed, my eyes squeezed shut (because it made listening that much easier - it's true), and I would be just hoping to hear my schools name read.

Even if I awoke to find the roads had been efficiently cleared during the wee hours (damn you, you organized city planners), I'd still listening for a burst pipe or something cold-weather related. Boiler problems and unstable pipes were always a plus going to school in a building worthy of a museum.

But if no radio announcement came there was consolation in the fact that the playground at lunch time was going to be an awesome landscape of forts and fights for the next few days.

Snow forts rocked especially when I was short enough to take full advantage of them.

Okay, it's time to get back to today world and go play some Guitar Hero III. It's completely addictive and you can considered yourself warned. See ya.