Happy Monday from the Winter Wonderland!
What? You thought I’d start off today’s post griping about the big piles of frozen-white-stuff-which-must-not-be-named that we got this past weekend?
Or possibly bitching about the fact that we’ve gotten over 52″ inches of the frozen-white-stuff-which-must-not-be-named in the past eight weeks?
Or wailing and rending garments over the frozen-white-stuff-which-must-not-be-named that we will be getting again tomorrow and which could possibly give us the additional 2.5″ of accumulation we need to break the all-time record for frozen-white-stuff-which-must-not-be-named in a single winter here in our location in the South?
[And for those persons who might suggest that Virginia is not southern enough? I say to you, south of the Mason-Dixon line, yo. If that's not good enough, then I counter with the capital of the Confederacy, y'all.]
No, there will be no freaking out of any kind about the frozen-white-stuff-which-must-not-be-named, even though I find it highly ironic that we have an overabundance of frozen-white-stuff-which-must-not-be-named, while Vancouver is having to truck in the frozen-white-stuff-which-must-not-be-named because they don’t have enough for the start of the Olympics this weekend.
And even though my children will probably be in school this summer until the 4th of July in order to make up for all the days they’ve missed because of the frozen-white-stuff-which-must-not-be-named, I can at least report honestly that we’re all enjoying our time being house-bound from the frozen-white-stuff-which-must-not-be-named.
And hey, at least shoveling frozen-white-stuff-which-must-not-be-named is good exercise! So that’s a positive thing, right?
So I’m over here trying to find my happy place and attempting to stay calm about the fact that it’s still only February 8 and we have another five weeks of winter ahead of us.
And trying not to remember the time in 1989 or 1990 that I stood on the front portico of Monticello and watched frozen-white-stuff-which-must-not-be-named fall. On May 1st.
In an attempt to stay calm and all Zen-like, I currently have this photo on the magnet board next to my desk:
These are from the Sundance Catalog and, even though I’ll probably never own them because they are too. freaking. expensive., I still enjoy looking at them and imagining a time in the future when wearing footwear other than waterproof boots is a possibility.
So that’s what I’ve got for you today. I hope you all have a happy Monday.
Glad to see you still have a sense of humor about the You-Know-What.
I would be crying.
Cute shoes! And while I feel kind of guilty that you have all our snow, I do feel it’s about time us poor northerners caught a break.
My only suggestion is to go back to bed for another month….it should be clearing by then. Hugs!
The map of Virginia at the website below shows the line between the north and the south depending on which McDonalds have sweet tea (popular in the south) available and which McDonalds have northern unsweetened iced tea.
http://strangemaps.wordpress.com/2008/10/05/317-tea-as-a-northsouth-litmus-test/
We got 22″ of snow here this past weekend; our friends in Maryland got more than 30″, and many of them have not had electricity since Saturday.
You are absolutely right–shoe therapy is the *only* way to get through this crisis!
Pretty shoes will make up for anything. Keep on dreaming.
One of the nurses I work with has those exact shoes. It seems a waste to muck up very pretty shoes with MRSA and pee and vomit, but they do look nice.
Happy Monday to you two.
Or, in 90s band style: Happy Mondays to U2
Shoe therapy. Genius!
I clearly remember my 10th birthday sleepover, where we had 2 feet of snow in the backyard. My birthday is on April 15th.
Gah! Please, send it my way will you?!? I’d love to have some good sledding snow. Not that I have a sled anymore now that we popped it on a rock on the hill in front of the house. Actually popped isn’t quite right. Tore to shreds would be a better description.
Love the shoes! Why do fun shoes have to be so dang pricey?!?
If you make it through the winter, you deserve the shoes.
I’m wishing you hot sunshine
I thought of you when I saw all that which-shall-not-be-named on the news this weekend. Buy yourself the shoes; you deserve them!
Ooooh, I like those shoes!!!
Focus on spring … it has to come eventually, right? Right? Hello…?
I love your blog!
Hang in there and shovel daily so you won’t bust
your butt! That is the part about lots of
snow, combined with not-used-it southerner
that always gets me…
slipping down on hard ice-YIKES!
Laura was reading over my shoulder and said, “Cute shoes.” So I think we should have those shoes. And by we I mean I’m clicking over now to see how much.
I’m back. And since I’m not about to take out a second mortgage on my house, I’ll have to make the photo of them into a screensaver and be done with the matter.
Ah, the agony of that shovel. We’re getting fresh snow here and I know it’s only a fraction of what you’ve endured.
Cute shoes. Sundance is an evil temptress of a catalog. So is Garnet Hill.
I say buy the shoes too – it’s turning out to be a long winter!
Tell G and E that I’m sorry for all the makeup days they will have to do.
“The map of Virginia at the website below shows the line between the north and the south depending on which McDonalds have sweet tea (popular in the south) available and which McDonalds have northern unsweetened iced tea.”
They have sweet tea at Wisconsin McDonald’s but they call it “sweet tea.” In the South, it’s just “tea.”