Welcome to Snowpocalypse 2016

Where’s Buffy the Vampire Yeti Slayer when you need her? 

Actually, I love snow…in theory. In reality, snow is cold and I’m Southern. I like snow, but I haven’t really forgiven snow for the near-frostbite of 1993

My friend and classmate Lindsay invited me to her house that Sunday. On the way to her house I fell and hit my butt on the ice-covered sidewalk.  I continued to her house, which is ten houses from me. I got there & we played in the yard. Her backyard neighbor invited us to play with her. Instead of going across the sidewalk, we walked across the ice-covered ditch. The ice was thin, I was not. My foot went through the ice and the water entered my sneakers & multiple pairs of socks. We continued to play. I started having trouble walking and my feet hurt. Then they didn’t hurt, but walking got harder. I finally convinced Lindsay something was wrong. Her mom had me sit in their garage for a little while to warm myself. Then she drove me home from their house—the only time that ever happened in our friendship. She told me to take a lukewarm shower, NOT a hot one,1 and take some Tylenol. 

Also, I’m a little annoyed over the week in 1996 we got iced in at Nana’s when Granddaddy died.23 Nana, Mom, Dad, Aunt Barbara, Uncle Danny, Eric, and I were “stuck together” in the same house for a week, with enough clothes and medicine for two days. Mom & Dad had to come back to Huntsville, at one point, to feed Blizzard,4 Snowflake,5 & Tom,67 who were at home by themselves, and to get some clothes, medicine, etc.8 It was an odd week, but we had plenty of food9 and were able to get along pretty well.10 

Maybe I’m annoyed with ice, not snow. It’s all cold and wet, though. They go together, so…I’ll blame it on the snow. But snow does go well with my gingerness.11

 

And snow itself is very pretty, which I like. It also seems to make the neighborhood quieter, which I also like. 

Anyway, it’s cold and I’m conflicted on how on how I feel about the coldness. 
Oh, a progress note on my knee, I tried on a pair of my “high”12 heeled  shoes. That sounds like an odd and random thing to mention, right? It was my first time wearing heels at all since before the surgery. I walked in them for a few minutes. I nearly fell a few times, too.13 

But I didn’t actually fall. 

Go me. 

Mom and I argued a bit about the height of the shoes. They were three inches tall, which is like 7 or 8 inches to her.  I was a little flabbergasted at her “they’re just so high” angst. They’re only slightly higher than I am supposed to wear.14 But she’s my mom and she is supposed to freak out over that sort of thing. Even if I am almost 32.15

Anyway, my knee did fine with the shoes, so that was good.

Pictures here


  1. That’s so important to know, FYI, because you can burn yourself easily if you have frostbite. 

  2. He had died at the hospital the day before. He was not dead in the house with us. 

  3. We were all at her house because his visitation was February 1st and his funeral was scheduled for the 2nd. It ended up being the 7th, which was the day after what could have been his 77th birthday. 

  4. Black female cat. 

  5. Black female cat. 

  6. Siamese female cat named by a two year old. 

  7. If you are wanting to mock said two year old, remember how adorable that toddler could be.

    I can still do that thing with my tongue to my nose.

    Yep. I was so cute. Basically:

      

  8. Etc. being code for pads because that was also the week my second period ever decided to start. 

  9. People had brought a lot of food over because people do that when someone dies. 

  10. This was before I broke my family apart with my blog. 

  11. I like how I look when I’m out in snow better than I do in most other weather. 

  12. 3 inches are not that high, comparatively speaking. 

  13. It’s amazing how quickly one can lose the ability to walk in heels. 

  14. Two inches is max when you have joint issues. It’s supposed to be the max for everyone. 

  15. Less than a month. 

Throwback Thursday: My Beloved Peace Sign Earrings

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This one is from 2008. I really miss the peace sign earrings. I also miss being able to wear earrings in general. (Metal allergies and scarring/infection issues ruined them for me.)

I lost the earring the night of the Halloween Dance in 2008, which was the week after Jennifer’s car caught fire while we were driving back to Huntsville from Scottsboro. Some of the events of that night (as well as the weeks surrounding it) are part of why I’m not active in the LDS church now. None of those reasons have to do with the lost earring, except that part of why I got the third piercing in each ear was due to the church’s “one piercing” policy, aka:

If girls or women desire to have their ears pierced, they are encouraged to wear only one pair of modest earrings.

There is also an anti-tattoo sentiment within the church that had me considering saving up for a tattoo, but I didn’t.

I guess I’ve digressed from talking about my love for these stupid (yet pretty) earrings.

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Everywhere A Snip Snip

Something very, very unusual happened less than 10 hours ago. I got my hair chopped off. Most people do that sort of thing on a regular basis. I haven’t had a haircut since around the time I had my sinuses roto-rootered. I actually got one this time for the same reason I had last time–a few big tangles/mats.

I haven’t had the energy to brush my hair for over a month. I would brush the very top of it when I would have to go out so that the quick-bun that I would do wouldn’t look too horrible. Most days I would just walk around with it up in a similar fake bun. My mom and I had tried to work the mats and the tangles out, but it was too much for us. It was almost too much for Rhonda, the friend of the family that does our hair.

She was going to wash it, deep condition it, then cut and style it. Instead, she had to chop off some of the big tangles at the bottom, then wash it. Then it was deep conditioned for 10 minutes before it was combed out, cut and styled. Actually, the second round of cutting and combing out of the hair took around an hour.

Rhonda wanted to do a bob, but the tangles and mats were so extensive that it ended up in kind of pixie-style. It actually looks cute, and I think it makes my eyes look better. That was the main thing I noticed.

Of course now I keep reaching up to touch my hair and having a bit of a panic attack because it’s gone. That’s part of why I’m so opposed to having my hair cut more than once every few years. I’ll get used to it. Actually, I’ll probably get used to right before it grows out of the pixie cut stage, since my hair grows so fast. (Rhonda said she thinks that I put Miracle-Gro in my hair because it grows out so quickly.)

In case you haven’t seen it on Facebook or Tumblr and you’re curious, this how it looks now:

my new haircut

And if you’re from the Huntsville area and want to get your hair cut, go to Our Place for Style.

Review: Shoe Addicts Anonymous

Shoe Addicts Anonymous (Shoe Addict, #1)Shoe Addicts Anonymous by Beth Harbison

My rating: 2 of 5 stars

I hadn’t heard of this book before seeing it at the library a few weeks ago, so I didn’t go into it thinking that it would be great or awful and it didn’t offer me some great surprise when I realized it was neither. It’s an okay piece of chick lit. It took me a while to get into it, which seems a bit messed up for a work in that genre. Chick lit is supposed to be mindless fun, and this wasn’t.

The characters were interesting, but there wasn’t really any structure to the story. Going back and forth between four different main characters and having to remember each one’s separate storyline was a bit too tedious. Sometimes a story with a focus on multiple main characters is a great thing, i.e. The Help. In this case, it felt like Harbison couldn’t commit to who she wanted as the lead and how she wanted the story to unfold.

I don’t know that this story could have been better, so I guess my word of warning to anyone who has yet to read it is to not get their hopes up if they feel frustrated early on. It does get a little stronger after those first couple of chapters, but not much. Honestly, there are so many other chick lit stories out there that are so much better than this one.

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