Wow! The snowstorm of 2011 really shook our little world, considering that, as many folks have pointed out, we have insufficient preparations for anything of this magnitude in our wonderful South. Not enough salt, not enough plow trucks, not enough sand, not enough common sense apparently. However, most people i talked to chose to make the best of the situation and engaged in daily sledding, movie watching, indulgent cooking and eating (since most of us were spared the loss of electricity), and family bonding.
Uh, about that. I am the first to say that I LOVE my family, but this last week or so of no school and limited travel really has me thinking that NO family should spend that amount of time together in one isolated location. Looking back at it now, one week later, i have proof that too much snow can wreak havoc on a family home and the relationships of the people who occupy it.
First of all, anyone heard the saying, "Happy wife, Happy Life"? During Snowstorm 2011 my pantry was rearranged and purged, my spice cabinet reorganized, and I'm missing a very large Ficus tree in my entry way. WTH? oh,and an entire bag of pink and red m&m's!!!!! Coach is a GREAT guy, one of my favorites, but his place is definitely not the house, unless it has the word field in front of it.
I've done approximately 1 million loads of laundry and yes i'm sure of that number. My washing machine and dryer began to conspire against me on day two, but i managed to outwit them. Also, I'm missing several sets of winter mittens and gloves and one very cute cheerleading ear warmer.
Tanner is now an expert in EVERY one of our Wii sports games, and i can only watch so much "fake" bowling and tennis until i can muster no more "Wow, good Job"s.
I have run the dishwasher more times than i can imagine, and i know that sounds whiny because atleast i'm not hand washing, but i think everyone will agree, unloading the dishwasher is THE WORST CHORE EVER!!!!! And of course, i'm the only one who thinks it's a must. The rest of my crew would happily pick and choose utensils from the dishwasher based on sight/smell.
Sadly, i must wrap this up with Tate, who, when Daddy got a chance to escape the house, got his first haircut. i was not privy to this little plan, and why Daddy thought that snowstorm 2011 was the right time to make a life-changing move like that, i have no idea. Not only has Daddy left his mark on my little man, but somewhere in the madness that was cabin fever, the big boys taught Tate to dance, specifically, my innocent little angel will now drop his hands to his knees and bounce to the lyrics, "Bottoms up, bottoms up!"
I could go on, but the most dramatic relationship change happened between Tate and the Coach. Apparently, Tate is quite keen on this man who has been around EVERY MINUTE of EVERY DAY since it snowed. The man who has basically been mostly a nighttime fixture since his birth is now Tate's favorite person. Dadd-ee, Dadd-ee, he repeats, and really, what man can turn a deaf ear to that cry? So maybe a little bit of good did come from 10 days trapped together.
Now if I could just find those gloves; with all this global warming, snowstorm 2011 part 2 could be right around the corner.
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
If I were the Bachelorette. . .
I'm going to blame this one on the cabin fever after being snowed in for 2 days and expecting another one tomorrow.
OK. My name is Jennifer and I watch the Bachelor. Like admitting that i occasionally watch Dr.Phil, it took alot to say that,but i'm ready to let the world know. I started off as a Bachelor/Bachelorette watcher for the first few years, then with the studpidity that followed i dropped off. I can't really explain why, but I'm a watcher again and i'm going to be proud of it(atleast for this blog anyway).
Because of the BCS game on Monday, I had to DVR the lastest episode of the show and i watched it today while the baby napped and the big boys played in the snow. You have to do it that way these days, considering that this particular series features a vampire (vampiress??), a manscaper (who proudly showed off her trade), and more plastic chests than i could keep track of. Of course, some sweet Southern Belles also completed the picture (thank God for Belles), and your general list of crazies and girls i WOULD NOT approach in a dark alley.
But seriously, my heart breaks for these girls, some so desperate that their pity shows in every little side speech they give.(That boy is mine! they've got a fight on their hands if they think i'm letting him go, etc). I can't even imagine what their Visa bills look like, maxed out at boutiques and jewelry stores, hoping their purchases will appeal to the handsome bachelor.It can't be easy to compete with 24 other girls for one (always) rich, (always) handsome man; even high school had better odds than that, and we didn't have cocktail parties at the end of each day.
The group dates are pretty painful to watch, what with one girl stealing kisses while the others look on, followed by catty remarks about how tacky it was to watch; meanwhile all of us watching know that she's just pi**ed because she didn't think to do it first. Then there's the awful moment when he picks ONE girl to give out the date rose to and then (GASP), he does it in front of the others while they sit watching in their string bikinis. Talk about feeling exposed!
But by far, the moment we all wait for and pop the popcorn for is the the . . . rose ceremony, or as Chris Harrsion says, "The most dramatic rose ceremony yet."
After i watched and my stomach churned for even the girls who were picked, i've come up with some advice for those who didn't make the final cut.
1. While standing and waiting, don't look mad, especially if there are still like 12 roses left. It WON'T get his attention to look evil. The camera sees it, but probably not the bachelor.
2. When he does call your name, don't say somthing stupid, like "Just almost gave me a heart attack," or "this is better than a Christmas gift." it's not cute and you're just being mean to the others not yet called.
3. Wear a dress that fits. If you don't get called, it just looks even more awkward walking off adjusting your dress and holding it up with one hand and wiping your tears with the other. And if you do get called, it's hard to toast your champagne while again holding your strapless dress at the top.
4. And pleeeeeaaaaassseeee, if you are NOT one of the lucky ones, when you leave the mansion, don't have a pity party in the beautiful garden. "Guess i'm just meant to be alone," or "I'm the worst dater ever" or "why don't they like me?" It's already sooo sad, and your chances to be the next Bachelorette just went out the window.
5. Finally, no matter how hard it hurts, no matter how ridiculous you acted to get his attention at a cocktail party, no matter how mad you are that that credit card bill is going to be waiting for you when you get home, DON'T CRY!!!!! Bite your cheek, pull your hair, think about puppies and Hawaiian vacations, but please don't cry. YOu'll only regret it when the show airs and you've already forgotten Brad What's-his-name. Just DON"T CRY.
We'll still have Bachelor-watching parties, water cooler talks, and great entertainment without all this and the girls who don't become Mrs. BAchelor will leave the mansion in that black limousine with atleast some of their dignity.
OK. My name is Jennifer and I watch the Bachelor. Like admitting that i occasionally watch Dr.Phil, it took alot to say that,but i'm ready to let the world know. I started off as a Bachelor/Bachelorette watcher for the first few years, then with the studpidity that followed i dropped off. I can't really explain why, but I'm a watcher again and i'm going to be proud of it(atleast for this blog anyway).
Because of the BCS game on Monday, I had to DVR the lastest episode of the show and i watched it today while the baby napped and the big boys played in the snow. You have to do it that way these days, considering that this particular series features a vampire (vampiress??), a manscaper (who proudly showed off her trade), and more plastic chests than i could keep track of. Of course, some sweet Southern Belles also completed the picture (thank God for Belles), and your general list of crazies and girls i WOULD NOT approach in a dark alley.
But seriously, my heart breaks for these girls, some so desperate that their pity shows in every little side speech they give.(That boy is mine! they've got a fight on their hands if they think i'm letting him go, etc). I can't even imagine what their Visa bills look like, maxed out at boutiques and jewelry stores, hoping their purchases will appeal to the handsome bachelor.It can't be easy to compete with 24 other girls for one (always) rich, (always) handsome man; even high school had better odds than that, and we didn't have cocktail parties at the end of each day.
The group dates are pretty painful to watch, what with one girl stealing kisses while the others look on, followed by catty remarks about how tacky it was to watch; meanwhile all of us watching know that she's just pi**ed because she didn't think to do it first. Then there's the awful moment when he picks ONE girl to give out the date rose to and then (GASP), he does it in front of the others while they sit watching in their string bikinis. Talk about feeling exposed!
But by far, the moment we all wait for and pop the popcorn for is the the . . . rose ceremony, or as Chris Harrsion says, "The most dramatic rose ceremony yet."
After i watched and my stomach churned for even the girls who were picked, i've come up with some advice for those who didn't make the final cut.
1. While standing and waiting, don't look mad, especially if there are still like 12 roses left. It WON'T get his attention to look evil. The camera sees it, but probably not the bachelor.
2. When he does call your name, don't say somthing stupid, like "Just almost gave me a heart attack," or "this is better than a Christmas gift." it's not cute and you're just being mean to the others not yet called.
3. Wear a dress that fits. If you don't get called, it just looks even more awkward walking off adjusting your dress and holding it up with one hand and wiping your tears with the other. And if you do get called, it's hard to toast your champagne while again holding your strapless dress at the top.
4. And pleeeeeaaaaassseeee, if you are NOT one of the lucky ones, when you leave the mansion, don't have a pity party in the beautiful garden. "Guess i'm just meant to be alone," or "I'm the worst dater ever" or "why don't they like me?" It's already sooo sad, and your chances to be the next Bachelorette just went out the window.
5. Finally, no matter how hard it hurts, no matter how ridiculous you acted to get his attention at a cocktail party, no matter how mad you are that that credit card bill is going to be waiting for you when you get home, DON'T CRY!!!!! Bite your cheek, pull your hair, think about puppies and Hawaiian vacations, but please don't cry. YOu'll only regret it when the show airs and you've already forgotten Brad What's-his-name. Just DON"T CRY.
We'll still have Bachelor-watching parties, water cooler talks, and great entertainment without all this and the girls who don't become Mrs. BAchelor will leave the mansion in that black limousine with atleast some of their dignity.
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