When it Snows it Rains

BRRRRRR-
The past two days have been COLD.
The days before that, I wore just jeans and a light sweater. This is ridiculous!
She digresses...

My Dad had his gull bladder out on Wed. Yey Dad! He's doing well... thanks for asking.

Due to his vegetated state (or just doctor's orders not to go out in the sub-degree weather... either way... I prefer drama), he could not attend my sister's lacrosse game at Washington College, Saturday, with my Mom and me.

Now I want you to take a minute to imagine life in Antarctica...

got it?

That's what it was like sitting in the stands. I love my sister that much.

(My sister, Erin. Go #12!)

My Mom came prepared (unlike her spawn). She brought sit-upons, blankets, gloves and the almighty hand warmers! Now comes my point-- She brought 2 hand warmers and 2 foot warmers (feet warmers?). The hand warmers look like bean bags, the foot warmers look like maxi-pads cut in half.



My Mom posed a question: "Why are you taking a picture of it?"
To which I responded: "To blog about, Mom. I have no running theme."*

Now, to address the title.
It is SNOWING in Salisbury.

This is almost unheard of in this neck of the woods.
I found out, through this particular snow shower, that I have not one thing that is affected by the snow, beyond wiping off the windows of my car.
Now that I don't go to school, I don't have any reason to get excited about snow in Salisbury.
Snow in Salisbury means one or two snowballs, maybe a snowman, but no sledding and an exorbitant amount of time inside.

This all sparked memories of checking the weather and leaving little notes to God... yes to God... to ask for a snow day. I think my Mother might still do this on occasion (though I have yet to catch her). Good 'ole Catholic school for you, telling you to pray, well I did... I prayed for snow!
Bomb scares were another clutch day off, but that's a different story for another day... Carol.

When I lived in Connecticut there were no snow days. It had to be ICE and SNOW and something had to have gone wrong in a building (couldn't get in, frozen pipes...etc). I remember one morning in particular at Quinnipiac when it had snowed and was as icy as an ice skating rink.
My friends M.J. and Kaitlin and I were all walking to a 5 am practice (inside the gym) and it was probably 2 degrees outside. We were all tired and miserable and Kaitlin said "Do you think if I slipped on this black ice and busted my head I wouldn't have to practice today?" M.J. responded, "Only if you take us down with you."
I love friends like that. All for involved, or not at all. Lol.

I'm sure none of the schools will have class tomorrow, there is at least 2 inches on the ground here. That means people will act like the apocalyps is happening, drive like idiots and I will now pray that Julia wants to throw a snowball or two! Haha!

* Themes referring to the blog not entries individually. I can do whatever I want.

Things You Should Be Jealous Of...Me.

Undoubtedly Salisbury is the hippest and most happening place on earth during January.
I mean, where else can you sit inside all day because it is raining and bitterly cold? Where can you stay in every night because no one is around to bother with a social life? Where else can you find such a sweet landscape full of browns and browns? You're probably jealous at this point so I'll stop.

My nights in Salisbury have lately been spent staying with Julia, Sarah and Jay for dinner and playdough (of course we only pretend to eat the playdough). I'm not much of a social butterfly, if the occasion draws me, or I feel like it, I can be, but for the most part I like watching movies and reading over clubs or bars. This all makes my sarcasm less potent, but I'll take the risk.
I have gained a lot of characters as well as a lot of memories hanging out in the Case/Carlander home. These nights of being held captive for dinner...which is AWESOME... have been nothing but entertaining (and Sarah would probably be pissed if she knew that I broke my streak of healthy homecooked meals tonight with a heafty helping of Taco Bell: THEY BROUGHT BACK THE CHEESEY GORDITA CRUNCH!).
Last night, I stayed after babysitting to read in the "yellow room." Sarah and Jay have allowed me to stake a claim in the "yellow room" after I finish watching Julia to have some quiet, alone time to read, write, listen to my ipod, chill or whatever. It's nice because although I love my roommates, this space is just for me and I don't feel obligated to anyone.
Generally this time works for me to get tons done, but last night was different because Julia is on West Coast time.
They spent the holiday in Santa Barbara with family, which has, so far, made for an interesting schdeule for all involved. Julia was running around and she realized that "Yeh-eesh" (as I am so lovingly referred) was sitting in the corner of the couch trying to write some potentially GENIUS work in a journal. Well, Julia would have none of that. "Yeh-eesh! Come in playroom and play green playdough!" There is little to stand between young Caesar and what she desires, especially since she is probably the cutest little gal on earth, so of course I budged.
I warned Sarah that I wasn't trying to stay after to have dinner. I didn't want things to come off that way, because I truly just wanted to get some writing done in peace.
Sarah does what Sarah wants. When it was dinnertime, all were summoned to the table and we ate a delectable meal of chicken, potatoes and cauliflower! I was delighted, but also slightly embarrassed. I'm 12 apparently.

After dinner, there was no reading. Julia was in hypermode and was loving having everyone around to pay attention to her. She decided that since I was trying to be in the "yellow room" in peace and quiet, that she would bring the whole family in and that's where we would all play.
The one catch-- her favorite "yellow room" activity is "hide with Julia in a plastic closet." Bonus material-- Sarah and I didn't have to play the game, as we normally would, since Jay was around! Yey!
All 6'5" of Jay Carlander was decidingly pushed into the small plastic closet. Julia told him how to stand and we just sat back and watched.
I took pictures with my cell phone and told Sarah that "this is blog material." I am simply, now, living up to my words.

(Julia putting Jay in the closet while Sarah watches and I take pictures)

(Julia wins.)