S’no Freakout here!

The weatherman one early morning was starting to mention the “S” word.  Snow with wintry mix, which kinda sounds like a lovely holiday cocktail party.  Anyhoo, I mention to my Husband that my yoga class will probably be cancelled.  How can you find zen and your core strength if you are worried about slushy roads?  Perhaps it’s just me who can’t, since I was raised in the south and one snow flake used to send me in a panic.  Now a whole snowman sends me in a panic but that’s another post.

 My husband chuckles at me and says, “How cute, my honey is having a snow freakout.”

It’s before 8am when he says this.  Not really something I would consider good for his health for I am NOT a morning person.  I said, “I’m not freaking out. The last time we got a little sleet yoga was cancelled.”

“Yes you are.  Bama Girl is freaking out.”

“No, I’m NOT.”

“Snow freakout.”

Did I mention I’m not a morning person and I hate being picked on before noon? Jot that down for future reference.

So the day of wintry mix arrives and my husband and I drive to work in separate cars.  Oh, we work together.  I should have mentioned that.  Sorry.  Around 9am, the snow begins.  Wet snow.  I’m half hoping yoga is cancelled since I forgot my yoga clothes by the front door.  I’m not a morning person, remember, and the title of the blog does say I’m a flibbertigibbet.  Jot that down too.

 

Everything was perfectly fine.  It was snowing a little but I’m so beyond that living in the north now. I was working.  It was a busy day.  Then my husband returns from lunch with some co-workers and informs me, “It’s bad out there.”

 How sweet.  He’s having a snow freakout! hehehehehehe

People start leaving work early to head home.  The slightest little thing can create havoc on the traffic around here.  I want to finish one or two things before I leave.  I don’t live far so I’m not too worried.  Then I get another IM from my Husband, “Are you still here?  It’s getting worse. Hon, you should leave.”

Leave work early?  Don’t have to tell me twice.  Being somewhat of a southern girl (whole other post), I tell him I’m going to stop at the grocery store.  You know.  Bread. Milk. Chocolate.  I ask him if he wants anything.  He says he doesn’t care as long as I make it home.

How cute.  Snow freakout. hehehehe

So I leave to head home and this is what I encounted on my drive.

I wasn’t freaking.  I have a four wheel drive.  I AM GOD! Bow to me.

 Until sleet starts to hit the windshield and it sounds like I’m driving on potato chips.  Screw the grocery store.  I got my butt home!  I don’t do ice.

But once home I was able to take some lovely pictures around the house of the serene snow.  Hopefully it’s the only snow.  I’m ready for Spring and getting my hands in my garden.  Here are some of the photos I took.  I tried to be all artsy-fartsy.  Man Ray. Ansel Adams. Margaret Bourke-White.  Alas, I’m just a wannabe but a damn fine one!

My butterfly windchime in my garden waiting for Spring because it hates this stinkin’ snow!  Can’t you tell?  It’s snarling.

Yes, I have a picket fence.  I am God’s Punch & Judy Burlesque show.  But it’s so lovely in the snow.  You can’t see where the neighborhood punks have ripped some pickets off.

My butterfly bush (get your mind out of the gutter!!) that kinda looks like fireworks exploding.

And now wait for the prize winner……

hold on….

My God, that’s stunning. Isn’t that something?  I’m an artist!  I’m going to use my plump hips and bump ol’ Ansel out of the way!  Nature is something though, isn’t it?

Signing Out,

Tink

Gadget husbandry

So, a friend/co-worker Becky told me a story about her husband today.   He needs to move some music files off of a computer.  Now, there are many logical, frugal ways to do this.  Flash drive, burn to CD… you get the idea.  Her husband instead brainstormed the idea to buy another iPod to download the files on and store.  Becky was laughing so hard she was crying as she related to me her husband’s expensive and ”fucking retarded” solution.  Logic only a man can come up with, blinded by an addiction that could be more deadly and more subversive than meth…to the pocketbook, that is. 

Gadgets. Be it kitchen gadgets, computer gadgets, Black&Decker gadgets…all are deadly.  My mother has fallen to this addiction too.  She’s also addicted to any singing stuffed animal but that’s a whole other post.

I could only nod, for my husband was coming up with similiar “fucking retarded” solutions for things around our house.  Our house is a three level townhome.  We have 5 laptops and a desktop.  Roughly that’s two laptops per floor.  Husband informed me over the weekend that his laptop on the third floor is dying.  So, I naturally inquire as to the MAC he bought over the summer. 

Husand said,”Oh, it’s an older, slower model.”

I ponder this.  “But you have two on the third floor; they both suck?”

He answers, “I got one to replace the other, which is crap.”

I was wrapping my mind around this and it was like taking that first step off a moving sidewalk; you know, the kind at airports.  So then Husband goes on to tell me that I had the best laptop in the house.  Oh…well, problem solved.  I offered it to him.  I have the desktop on the second floor that I lived quite well with before he came into my life.  No, no, no; he insisted.  It’s mine I should keep it.  He will just save to buy a new laptop.  Again, I still didn’t have my footing on this.  I didn’t get it.  Rather, I didn’t get why he didn’t get that buying a new laptop is “fucking retarded”.

Dear Husband also showed me the small display screen on his Nikon D50 to explain the Nikon D40 comes with a bigger screen.  I don’t think it will ever end.

 Good thing he’s cute and a good kisser.

Spoonerisms and Love (in Yahoo Messenger)

Tink: OMG, Diane and Billy are running off to Vegas to get married!

Husband: hmm ok.

Husband: i guess when you’ve done it big once, you turn to a quick getaway

Tink: well yeah. When we re-new our vowels we should do it that way

Tink: vows

Tink: I meant vows

Tink: SHUT IT!!

Husband: A E I O U my love