Monday, March 02, 2009

Snow Job

The comments on my Love Story post from 2 days ago have opened my eyes to just how strongly we women feel about our household gadgets. My confession of infatuation with a French-door fridge (ooh-la-la!) produced an outpouring of passion about the sleekness, the usefulness, and (yes) even the betrayals (who knew that stainless steel was so hard to keep clean?) of assorted household appliances. One anonymous commenter went so far as to call me a hussy for coveting what she claims is her one true love. Ladies! Let's be civilized here. We can share.

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Anna took to her bed after being forced by her cruel father to clear the snow off the windshield of our minivan. Larry was lucky enough to witness the one-armed imbecile routine himself, and he was not amused.

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Rachel screamed for half an hour (no lie) over a paper cut. I am not going to be there for her when she gives birth, I can tell you that right now. I felt it necessary to go outside and explain to our very nice neighbor (who was shoveling his front steps) that I was not, in fact, beating the poor child to death. I don't know if he believed me, however.

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It snowed last night and today. A real snow that accumulated enough to cover the grass - the first time this winter, in fact. Naturally, we spent the day reveling in it. Thank you, Mother Nature!

But, um, you can stop now. Really. We're done. Full steam ahead for spring! Easter and bunnies and jelly beans and Cadbury eggs, all right? Yum.

Oh, and Brian managed to make a little money shoveling a neighbor woman's front steps and walk. Susie "helped" him out with her little shovel for a bit, but she soon lost interest and wandered away. Brian stayed the course and left clutching his pay, dreams of new Legos dancing in his head. A few minutes later, Susie knocked at my neighbor's door. "I want a dollar!" she announced.

What a great way to get money - just ask for it. I think she's on to something there.

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18 comments:

  1. How cute! This shows that Susie is the most intelligent of all the children! LOL!

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  2. snow? No more.

    cadburry eggs? Hell yeah.

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  3. Hey--I'm a new reader---found you on...? I blog hop, so that must be it---anywho, nice blog---some funny stuff and I can relate!

    Check out my blog if you get bored, www.swaneesinger.blogspot.com

    also----I loved Slumdog and I am getting tired of snow----bring on the color!

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  4. The clear eco safe clorox spray is the only thing I use on my stainless and it works great!

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  5. Tripping over a blade of grass used to be a mortal injury to my sister. I may have to post over the time my mother yelled at her to quit whining and crying--and her arm was broken.

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  6. She's BRILLIANT!! Assertive, yet loud enough that many would be wary of opposing her.

    You should capitalize on that. Send her out into the mall and demand a dollar from everyone. You've been stimulating the economy - don't they technically OWE you guys??

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  7. glad to hear i'm not the only one with the overreacters. my 6 year old recently requested an er visit after hours of wailing (when she remembered) over a loose tooth.. even after 2 doses of tylenol and half a tube or oragel.

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  8. Susie has a great future as a bank president or CEO. Just sayin'.

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  9. For future omg I am dying paper cuts: Put some lip balm (chapstick, etc.) on it. It will act like a bandage and cool the sting.

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  10. My only consolation over another foot of snow on March 1-2 is that we will have the beach more or less to ourselves far, far into June as all the luckless schooled kids sweat at their desks. Bwahahahaha.

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  11. Oh, poor Anna. You and her father truly are the cruelest of all parents.

    I am SO ready for spring. And some sun.

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  12. Rachel has a long-lost soulmate: H-J once cried and screamed for 45 minutes because SuperDad needed to wash off his wounds from a bike accident. When the horrific washing occurred, silence came forth - golden and Much Needed by the neighborhood. Yes, my dear son was screaming and crying over the PROSPECT of having his owies cleaned. I think he was 9 years old at the time. I, too, had to assure the neighbors we were not beating him.
    At the age of 12, I had to hold him down for an immunization. It took 2 of us, and I'm not petite.

    PS: The snow is still pretty, but I'm feeling rather chilled. This weekend is supposed to be 65 degrees. Yippee!!

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  13. I'm laughing over here at Susie going door to door. I TOTALLY would have given her a dollar.

    The snow here is halfway up my windows. No lie.

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  14. Susie kills me.
    I eat the chocolate eggs year round--we've got so much snow here that spring won't officially be here until July.

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  15. Did she get the dollar? (I'm on the edge of my seat, because I do have some free time today...and I know a few neighbors are home...)

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  16. Brr. It's cold here too -- I had to wear slippers when I went out back to drink coffee and watch the kids on the swings. ;)

    (So sorry -- Gloating Season opened with the arrival of the bikers last weekend. Gotta make hay while the sun shines. Oh, sorry again.)

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  17. It made me laugh when you said you weren't going to be with Rachel when she's in labor someday. Miss Pink is that way, too.

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