One winter snow storm, after weeks of unseasonably and globally warming temperatures, delivered as predicted!
No snow pictures yet. Maybe tomorrow. Please enjoy this decoration from the kids winter band program.
As for that snow prediction, you can thank me. Or blame me. Or call me a witch. I predicted this days and days ago. I told everyone who would listen that there will not be any snowfall, no matter what the news says, until the day I get called for an interview. I haven’t had one really important place to travel to for months. No place to go that would really matter if I couldn’t make it for any reason. I said the day that I have to go on my first job interview will be the day the snow comes to call on our humble community. Welp…they called me last Thursday to set me up for today at 9am and the weather men started predicting, “Snow Watch! Doom! 2012!” on Monday. It never fails. Monday Tuesday Wednesday, 50, balmy, sunny…Thursday: RAIN! SLEET! ICE! SNOW!! Turn off the lights. Lock your doors. Leave town. Buy all the supplies at the CVS. You can NOT escape SNOW in the Midwest in the WINTER! Seriously. I had to go to the CVS to get toilet paper and I kid you not, the cold case was completely empty. No milk, no eggs, no meats, butters, etc. And alot of the shelves looked all bare and picked over. Scary.
As for me, I really did have an interview today and I really did drive in the snow. But it was only going home. To make a boring story even less anticlimactic, it was just starting to mist a bit on the way in and it was lightly flaking when I left. However, as I got closer to home and side tracked towards my mom’s house in Beecher, which is more south than me, it really was coming down thick and wet and sticky. (I had also gotten another call from another place and I had to go fill out an app. Maybe two’s the charm?? We’ll see…) Then I decided to go see my mom. Cause I’m cool like that. And she did not disappoint.
I’m already feeling down in the dumps because of the weight issues, the job issues, the general lack of a life issues, and the fact that even though I think my interview went well, and I brought in all of the info that they asked for, and I got a mini tour of the place in addition to meeting HR and the managers, they still just thanked me for coming in and told me they would call or e-mail. I guess that’s how it goes, but I don’t know. I hate to jinx it by saying anything but I figure it’s after the fact so it probably doesn’t matter. And even though my mom knows all these things, because she read my last few posts, the first thing she said to me, the very first thing, and I am not exaggerating in any way, shape or form, when I walked into her house was, “Oh! You should have put your hair up instead of wearing it down like that. Oh it looks so messy! Pulled back would have been so much better!” And she made some hand gestures while pulling on her frosted scrags. Really mom?
Don’t worry, I said that right to her face. I even told her I was gonna write about our little visit. (Hi Mom! Hope that internet is back up and running so you can read this!) I even wrote down all the other gems she had to share with me because I didn’t want to deprive any of you, especially my sissy Amanda, of my mother’s supreme hilarity and lack of tact. I guess technically, her other comments were meant to be nice. But, well, I’ll let you guys judge that.
Let me just get my notes here. Ok. After she criticized my hair and made us coffee and put out some cookies, we tried to get her computer to work. No luck. As we sat down at the kitchen table, my mom picked up the cookies and said, “You probably don’t want these right? I’ll put them away to make it less tempting.” She had been reading my posts so she knew I probably wouldn’t want them but it was the only snack she had that goes with coffee. Then she said, kind of off-handed, “I expected you to be bigger.” I said, “What? What do you mean?”
“Oh well, the way you made it sound I expected you would come lumbering into my house looking like a big stuffed elephant like you put on your website. I was wondering, ‘how much weight did you gain in the last month?’ I mean, I just saw you.” While she’s telling me this she is also gesturing with her hands and kind of holding them out in front of her to indicate how “stuffed” she expected me to be. And she went on, “I would say you’re not like an elephant. More like a baby moose.”
Uh huh. I said, “Well geez mom, thanks. We were just at Cabela’s and the moose they had there was actually bigger than the elephant. So thanks a lot. I’m as big as a moose. That’s much better.”
Bring it home mom: “No, I said a baby moose.” Just holding her coffee cup, sitting across from me, drinking and comparing me to the wildlife. I stared at her for what seemed like a minute, and I really don’t remember if I was actually thinking anything. But for some reason when my mom says stuff like that it just makes me burst into laughter. I guess maybe because I never expect it. So I laughed and I said that I am writing all of this down so I don’t forget and I thanked her for giving me my next article here. Cause really, let’s face it now, some of these posts are turning into mini-novels already.
But back to Rita. She said, “See? What would you do if I didn’t give you something to write about?” Hmm. I just don’t know.
So that’s my mish mash story for today. Haven’t heard anything back from the interview. So I wait. I felt so bad I wasn’t even going to go exercise, which is exactly the time I should go. Thanks to a movie due back to the video store today, my unwillingness to drive on the unplowed streets where I live, and the fact that my daughter suggested it to begin with, we were able to sneak in almost an hour of walking, about 1.7 miles, in unshoveled snow. It’s like walking on sand, but in boots and jeans and coats and hats and gloves. It was actually quite fun and a pretty good work out. My legs were burning! And my calves are sore. But that makes FOUR days in a row. Now I need to go to bed because I am tired from the stress of worrying about everything and nothing.
I’ll throw in another animal shot to keep things even. I think they’re bucks, not moose, but you get the idea. And for those keeping count, my push up total still stands at about half of one. BUT, I was able to hover above the ground, in the down position for much longer than yesterday before my chubby gut hit the floor. Then I pushed myself back up and called it “one.” Have a good night.
just shy of pretty 
Linda said,
January 13, 2012 at 7:37 am
What the heck are you doing up at 12:40AM??? lol
Glad you had
an interview, and glad you got a walk in, and surely glad you were able to get TP.
Thanks for making me laugh this morning!
Lorraine said,
January 13, 2012 at 9:29 am
Hey Chick! How about returning my call?? 🙂
Linda said,
January 14, 2012 at 7:46 am
10-4 good buddy 🙂
Lorraine said,
January 13, 2012 at 9:29 am
Your stories about Auntie Rita crack me up! I can just see the gestures…..and amazingly the resemblance to her sister. You can always count on family for a dose of reality and comedy!
Good choice to walk. Fresh air is good….even though it is 26 degrees with 25 mph winds. You really are a Chi-Town Girl! 🙂
Amanda a.k.a The Greatest Sister of All time! said,
January 13, 2012 at 1:16 pm
hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha. Oh my gosh…wait…..hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha. That is some funny Rita! hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
And an FYI to Rita if she is reading…Don’t EVER talk to me like that or I WILL smack ya! hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaa
Amanda a.k.a The Greatest Sister of All time! said,
January 13, 2012 at 1:18 pm
Oh and to Lorraine, slick move having your name on here connect to your homepage for Mica stables! Niiiiiice!
stevie a.k.a your daughter said,
January 13, 2012 at 3:03 pm
hahaha mom i thinks those “bucks” are elks! 🙂 jus sayin I THINK.
Lorraine said,
January 13, 2012 at 4:16 pm
Hmmmm. I think “buck” is a gender designation and Elk is a species of deer. Maybe you could check this out with your casserole teacher?? 🙂
Love you Stevie!
Mom...aka Rita said,
January 13, 2012 at 4:45 pm
To my daughters and nieces…………….Lisa does exagerate my comments just a wee bit to get a laugh! Ya gotta remember, I did kinda say those things, but, in a nicer way. It really was a compliment to her because of the way she talks about her weight I was expecting her to look REALLY big, and she doesn’t. So Amanda, hush up and go eat a box of donuts!! Love ya all…………….
masnstevy said,
January 13, 2012 at 7:13 pm
I did not exaggerate even one of those last words. I wrote it down! I asked for clarification! I made her repeat the things I missed the first time. And then she comments and admits it all. I do go for the laugh above all, and I know it was meant kindly. It’s just….damn. And I could go for a box of donuts! Mmmmm…..donuts! I will be near a Krispy Kreme tomorrow. Must resist! XO to you Mom!