Sunday, January 31, 2010


Winter Wonderland - 01.30.10

Winter Storm v2.0 blew through town Friday afternoon and I awoke on Saturday morning to eight and a half inches of snow. Then it sleeted for a while, giving the snow a crunchy layer of ice on top and creating the perfect sledding conditions. My parents' house is on a hill, and at the bottom of the hill runs a creek, which makes this a tad bit more chancy that your average sledding hill.

The sledding was excellent yesterday and I spent the afternoon chanting, "Creek, creek, creek!" whenever someone else was sledding and frantically bailing out of the sled when it was my turn to go. We had several near misses (I spent a lot of time yelling at the sledders "Look, all I want in this world is to see a loved one sled into a creek. WHY MUST YOU DENY ME!"), but at the end of a long afternoon, my younger brother finally got an impromptu bath. I'll be honest; I was too busy laughing and shouting, "YES!" while pumping my fist in the air to really help him out, although I did almost fall in myself trying to rescue our sled.

Winter Wonderland - 01.31.10

Later that afternoon, we lit the burn pile (covered with a tarp before the snow started for just this purpose) and made s'mores, and then went back inside to drink hot chocolate and watch the Ocean movies. I walked the road today and we're still snowed in, but we never lost power and our neighbor plowed the driveway with his tractor, so we can skip the hour of shoveling snow once we can get out. Not a bad way to spend the weekend. The pictures are here.

Winter Wonderland - 01.31.10

Tuesday, January 19, 2010


I am a quarter of a century old today! Wait, that sound super old. Twenty-five sounds much younger. Today I am 25!

A bunch of college friends came into town this weekend, and I started celebrating early with copious amounts of Bones marathons, Mario Kart and midnight trips to the grocery store. For my actual birthday, I'm going out to dinner and a movie with Sarah and tomorrow I get the birthday meal of my choice from my mom. (Thai squash soup! Suck on that, brother who won't eat vegetables.)

From my friends I got lots and lots of yarn, from my family I got money for a pre-Korea shopping trip next month, from myself I got a Kindle (not quite as extravagant as what I gave myself last year) and from the god of bad birthday presents, I got an nasty upper repository infection and have spent the day coughing like I've had a pack a day habit for longer than I've been alive.

Friday, January 8, 2010

[see I was born and raised in Texas // and it means so much to me]

It's been eleven years since I lived in Texas, but for some things time doesn't matter. Even though I know nothing about football* I am deeply invested in the 'Bama Longhorns game currently playing, as are my staunchly pro-Texas siblings. The only holdout is our father, who is supporting 'Bama just to be contrary. We kept interrupting dinner to point at him and shout, "Hook 'em! HOOK 'EM!" He would respond with something about slaughtering cattle. I finally told him, "That's right (you're not from Texas)."

No one got the reference, so I guess I'm the only Lyle Lovett fan in the family.

*True conversation I just had with my sister.
Baby sister: We have three sacks!
Me: I would be more impressed if I knew what a sack was.
Baby sister: I'm pretty sure it's a good thing.
Me: I'm pretty sure it's a type of bag. I think maybe you carry groceries in it?