snowflakes, snow days and winter is coming

Somedays can be so hard…like today. Chronic pain, persistent anger that simmers at a low boil and long awaited and prayed-for winter storms take their toll…and today it was just that.

Expressing frustrations socially can help except in this time of political incorrectness; which is basically code for a hall pass for bullying anyone who doesn’t agree with you. Still today was a day where I spoke my mind, because I have a mind dammit and as long as it is my social space and the First Amendment remains, I’m going to express myself. It feels good. It’s even better to bask in the warmth of the like-minded in my own circle. In church we used to refer to it as encouragement. Of course, not everyone I know thinks like me. That’s okay. Most can just agree to disagree because it’s the mature thing to do. Others just walk away, mute, unfollow, scroll past or just ignore – equally mature. I respect these choices. I honor them. I give thanks for each and everyone in my circles who do this. You all are amazing! Mad love and respect for you all because we regularly exchange ideas and challenge one another.

It’s all fine until that one person you know stops by to troll. YES, troll! We all know that one person…or two or maybe more. The ones who have nothing to say when you get that promotion at work, or your kid does something great, or when you wreck your car, or when you are lonely or afraid. But express an opinion that differs from theirs and THEY ARE THERE!

Hey there trolls. How the hell are you? Let’s talk. Engage. Trade ideas. Brag about our kids and grandkids.

Trolls respond as trolls do with shrill screeching, yelling and name-calling.

I’m a snowflake?

Okay fine, I am a snowflake.

You think that will hurt me? Oh bitch please. I have been called much worse…in fact one of you actually was one of those who called me much worse back in the day. I forgave you then. You were just a punky kid then. Today you are an adult, an adult armed with the idea that this Republican administration gives you a pass to insult and name call anyone who does not agree with your opinions, your beliefs, your politics or the Administration that you voted for. Now who is the snowflake, really?

But go ahead, if it makes you feel better about yourself, your opinions, your politics, call me a snowflake.

I’m a snowflake…one tiny snowflake alone, so delicate, so fragile, so ethereal. No wonder you feel so brave with your trolling. And yet, let a billion of them come together through the majestic force of nature, they can screw up a whole city…highways, airports, businesses and schools.

Winter is coming my friends.

So is a snow day.

Get ready.

best made winter break plans

On New Year’s Eve, Christmas left The Big Top; and it packed up and left very quickly thanks to the help from my darling husband and my favorite son. Nothing more motivating than the idea of kicking 2016 to the curb and getting our New Year’s Party on I guess.

Happy New Year Bitches!

Yeah, she hated us for a moment there.

And so onward because with holidays over and one more week of Winter Break before back to school it was time for a little fun. Block out a week off from work. Have that What do you want to do…I don’t know what do you want to do conversation. Make some plans thinking this week is going to be fun.

And…

You will wake up like this. Guaranteed! At least I am still a majestic unicorn. A sick majestic unicorn who can barely get out of bed and squeak I’m sorry son as he brings you tea and cup of noodles.

He really is my favorite son!

And come Friday, just as you are starting to feel a little bit better, except for the coughing up a lung, you learn that atmospheric river is an actual thing. A real thing that has people in Northern Cali who actually remember the 1997 New Year storm and flooding in the Central Valley to stock up some supplies, clear the gutters, maybe get some sand bags, have the candles ready, charge all the tech devices and hunker down

Probably a very good idea since I am still coughing up a lung and a little bit…okay, a lot of snot! And with the NFL Wildcard Games and the Golden Globes on this weekend, well, I’m sorry son. Spring Break will be here soon.

2016 festivus is best for us

Something about this year, 2016, makes Festivus the perfect thing to be celebrating right now. Should we begin with the airing of grievances?

Oh dear. We could be here for a very great while.

A. Very. Great. While.

Personally, today I have survived the epic quest that is grocery shopping on December 23. As I began my odyssey, two women were very angry at me because while they waited for a bagger to find them each a shopping cart, because there literally were none to be had, I offered to share my umbrella with a shopper leaving the store and walk with her to her car in exchange for her shopping cart. I must have an honest smile because she gratefully accepted.

Don’t hate angry women.

I dodged carts and shoppers and kids while filling my cart with all the Festivus, Christmas Eve and Christmas Day food supplies…and I might have added just one more bottle of wine because of the dodging carts, shoppers and kids and waiting in line to pay for my very full cart for over an hour.

Why would anyone be surprised that two days before Christmas the friendly, neighborhood Safeway would be so crowded?

To be honest, the wait for the next available checker was actually not bad. We became a community cheering one another on for finding the very last carton of egg nog or box of candy canes and watching each other’s carts because “Shit, I forgot ____ and _____.” It might be crowded, the shelves might be quickly emptying of holiday necessities, one might have to beg and barter for an empty shopping cart, and there might be that one shopper who tries to ignore the line completely, but I have survived and have completed my quest!

I think I got everything.

I hope that I got everything.

Oh well!

All the gifts are wrapped and under the tree, except that one for that one kid, I survived the epic quest that is grocery shopping on December 23. It’s windy, cold and raining right now. I’m cuddled up with my new heating pad for my aching joints and back. I just now opened that one more bottle of wine. I’m going to stay right here.

Happy Festivus to rest of us!

putting up with the rain

Remember when I bought myself a sweet pair of rain boots and predicted the possible end of El Niño? Sometimes I hate it when I am mostly right because given the bright, sunshine-y days and the fact that my favorite son put away his jeans and sweat pants and pulled out his shorts, it would seem that our El Niño sputtered and faltered…

Until Friday and the beginning of our Spring Break.

Extended forecast promises rain and rain and thunderstorms and more rain all but one day this Spring Break. Perhaps I didn’t break El Niño after all. A good thing, a very good thing. But looks like once again our Spring Break plans are spoiled. It’s okay. Expert juggler that I am sure we can find alternative fun Spring Break things to do…added bonus is I’ll get to wear my sweet rain boots.

The way I see it, if you want the rainbow, you gotta put up with the rain.
~ Dolly Parton

possibly the end

Years ago during what was maybe an El Pequeño Niño, I gave birth on a windy, rainy, blustery evening. Having as many kids as I do the odds had to be in my favor at least once that this would happen. And because it was the days of drive-thru deliveries, baby Abigael and I found ourselves coming home scarcely 24 hours after we met face to face for the first time…on another dark and stormy night. My darling husband easily stepped over the giant 3 foot puddle that he parked my new minivan in front of to get our new baby safely buckled in for her first ride. Naturally, I stepped right into the middle of that puddle of cold, brackish rainwater with my fuzzy socks and Birkenstocks because I had just pushed a 7 pound baby out of my vagina just 24 hours before and I was still bruised and swollen enough to not be as flexible as my darling husband imagined that I must be because

weren’t you doing all kinds of crazy downward doggie-warrior kind of yoga-y stretches right before we went to the hospital yesterday morning?

Because I was in labor, BACK LABOR and I might have hurt you were it not for that distraction!

Oh. So I guess puddle jumping is hard for you right now.

Just a little.

Maybe rain boots would have been better than Birkenstocks then.

Maybe.

Somedays he’s lucky that I love him so. That day was one of those days.

Looks like we are having a proper winter finally here in our neck of the woods. Yes, Jonas had his way with the Eastern part of the United States which many have yet to dig out from. I’ve seen all the Facebook posts. Hang in there y’all. I grew up in Western Pennsylvania and I promise you that I had experienced more than my fair share of epic snow storms of the century to dig out from whether or not the snow ploughs came by to clear the main road and block our street and driveway…and of course school was not cancelled because as long as the school superintendent can get out of his driveway it’s all good. Still I am thankful for winds and the rains and the snow piling up in the Sierra because we need all the precipitation, all of it.

So while the rains came down, down, down in and all over Northern Cali this past week I set about to be prepared because El Niño finally is here!

This just might bring on the end of El Niño.

God I hope not because I want nothing more than to jump in some puddles while wearing these sweet boots.

Peeking ahead at the extended forecast I just might get my wish.