Sunday, December 27, 2009

That's not snow, that's Satan's phlelgm!

I am officially sick of snow. I hate snow as it is, but getting this much just makes me physically ill. I have no clue how much we really got. I've heard anywhere from around 6 inches to just under 9. Either way, that's alot of snow!

All of my southern family and friends say how much they would love a white Christmas or to get alot of snow. Trust me on this one, you don't. You really don't. I haven't been out of the house since the day before Christmas Eve. And I'm slowly going insane. Just how did our prairie ancestors do it?

We missed going to the Geek's parents for the annual Christmas Eve family get together. There was just too much ice/snow mix on the ground by the time he finished work, and too many newscasters screaming " Stay home, stay off the roads!!!" and when they upgraded us to a Blizzard, (yes my southern self just went through a blizzard!) he was not going anywhere.

Thank goodness, the moment I heard there was going to be snow over 2 inches, I bought us a turkey and some goodies to make our own little Christmas Eve party. Turkey was good except it was bipolar. (nice and juicy on one side and dry on the other) Our stove really sucks, I think it came from the prairie days.

The Geek did make it out yesterday. He needed a haircut, we needed some more provisions and the roads were cleared a little. Enough for some of the crazy shoppers to get out and for him to hit up Wal-Mart and Great Clips. He asked if I wanted to come along, but noway was I getting out there. I am a chicken when it comes to ice and snow. Too afraid we'd be the ones on the news in the ditch with the news reporter saying how "this was the reason why people were asked to stay home"

He did pick up movies for us. Star Trek, Julie & Julia and The Ugly Truth. I'll have to come back later and give some reviews, 2 were good and 1 was kind of good.

We had a Christmas, even though it was a cold and snowy one.

And where did the title phrase come from? What I said to my oldest teen daughter. She asked if they could go out and play in the snow. To which I replied the above.

yeah... she said, with a curl of her lip, "Mom, that's not even funny."