Tonight, I think I like him

Tonight is the husband's company Christmas party. Yes, I know, it's after Christmas, but a night out is a night out no matter what you call it.

I asked my mom the other night if she could watch the midgets. She agreed. The plan was for me to drop them off after school. My brother would be in charge until she got home from work. We would pick them up on our way home from the party.


Thursday night I had to run something over to my mom's house. When I walked in she mentioned that she wasn't sure who was walking in the door. In other words, the boyfriend was on his way over, too.

I like him. To a degree. He treats my mom as a woman should be treated, but I do have my issues. Now is not the time to discuss them, but believe me, those doubts are there.


As her and I were discussing drop-off and pick-up times he interjects, asking if he could make a suggestion. He asked how my mom felt about letting my midgets spend the night so the husband and I could have an adult night. All night (wink, wink, nudge, nudge). I could pick the kids up Saturday morning before him and my mom head to my Grandma's place to install a web cam (something I thankfully got out of doing). My mom is certainly not going to say "no" to him. That right there is one of my issues with him, but at this moment? I was not about to argue with someone telling me to leave my kids with their babysitter all night. To argue that would be stupid. I may be crazy, but stupid I am not!


So tonight, I think I might like him.

Can I handle 7 inches?

I am so glad that this week is almost over. It has been a rough one. I will say that if nothing else, I think I can officially say I am a skilled winter driver.

We really didn't get that much snow yesterday, but it hit at the worst possible time - when I had to get the husband from work. It's still stressful just thinking about that drive so perhaps I'll save that story for another day.

For now I am trying to focus on the positive side. My other blog, All You Need is Love, is being featured on SITS today. I thought this day would never come and I am so excited that it's now here!

I have people, mostly family, that don't know about this blog. At least I hope they don't. I'd like to keep it that way, so I can't promote this place over there. But I did toss a little shout out to myself in my featured post. Shameless, I know!

If you happen to be here because you caught that little blurb, welcome. If you're one of my friends, I'd love for you to check out my SITS post.

Now if you'll excuse me, I have 7 inches to go handle.



Snow! 7 inches of snow! Get your minds out of the gutter!

Gratitude. Or not

I was all prepared to write a gratitude post. But I'm not really sure I'm in the mood for it now.


If there's one thing I've learned it's that people, myself included, love to talk about the weather. This especially holds true when snow is involved. When it is snowing somewhere, I see all kinds of tweets and Facebook statuses about it. I am very thankful that my Facebook/Twitter friends talk about the snow. Why, you ask? Most of you live to the west of me. Your updates give me a heads up as to what's to come my way. I like being prepared.

Monday night I noticed a few updates about snow starting to fall or parents getting phone calls that school has already been cancelled. This led me to check out the forecast for me. Once my computer decides to cooperate and the Weather Channel's page loads, I see a bright orange message plastered on the top of the page.

That right there does not make me happy!

I clicked and it turns out that this possible storm could hit Tuesday, going into Wednesday and give us up to 6 inches of snow. Now compared to Snowmageddon of last February, 6 inches is nothing. It's when it could hit that could screw me. And probably will.

I do NOT want a repeat of this

So to all my Facebook and Twitter friends out there, thanks for the heads up. To Mother Nature, screw you! Just because I finally have snow boots does not mean I actually want to use them in the snow.