I think I might have single-handedly caused this ice storm. You know how I am about confessing things. So, I only feel that it is right to fess up to what I have done. It was only a couple of weeks ago that I said to a man on a plane "Oh, I'm not ready for winter to be over. No sir, not me. I'm waiting on that one good winter storm! I LOVE it when everything is covered in white!" What the french toast was I saying? I know God listens to me, but I didn't realize I had so much pull. Over the weekend, the talk really started about getting some freezing rain, sleet, possibly some snow. I was in denial, and was saying as any true Oklahoman would say "I'll believe it when I see it!" You must know that when weather men predict storms here in Oklahoma, it's only a guess really...and you don't take the predictions too seriously. They could say we're going to have a bright sunshiny day and end up with a tornado. On the other hand, they could say we're going to have an ice storm and end up with mid-40's and a gust of wind. You get the drift. There is something else you need to know about Oklahoma and things the weather men say. If a storm of some sort is predicted, especially a snow or ice storm, everyone flocks to the stores and buys every last loaf of bread and every last bottle of water.
I present to you exhibit A. Taken on Sunday at my local Wal-Mart.
Come Monday night, we were in a deep freeze with rain and sleet. It was forming a thick layer on everything. Isaiah kept wanting to go outside and play in the "snow". I told him it was not snow that it was ice. All he knew is that it was white and cold...and looked like more fun than a barrel of monkeys (apparently these are really fun?)! I said, "It's so cold out there. You'll freeze your hiney off!" He looked at me and said, "REALLY?" He, of course, believes everything I say and takes me literal. Poor kid. You know if that were true I would be standing out there stark naked to give myself the best chance (somewhere secluded of course, I wouldn't want to frighten small children and nosey neighbors). I digress.
The good news was that I got to stay home with Isaiah on Monday. We played with the Wii and the Star Wars bobble heads. It was super fun.
Although I was not enjoying the slick roads and Michael getting stuck away from home for 3 days, I can not deny that it was beautiful. Here's a tree in my backyard covered in ice. I'm cool with that as long as no large branches break off and crash on my roof. (Thank you Jesus that no large branches crash onto my roof or any nearby power lines. Amen.)
On Wednesday morning, my mom and I made our first attempt at driving to work. We live about 35 miles away from work. The roads were YUCK! Have no fear I was not driving while taking pictures. I was only a passenger taking pictures and saying things like "You're going too fast", "Do you see them stopping?", "How fast are you going?", "Shouldn't we drive a little slower?", "What was that?" Thank goodness my mom is used to my passenger seat driving. I was only trying to help.
We did eventually make it to work...only 35 minutes longer than usual. Below is a picture from outside my office building. I thought the field looked so cool covered in ice. I really wanted to run/walk through it and crunch all the ice covered grass, but I was trying to keep up professional appearances. However, I did do a few ice skating moves on my way to the door. Then I felt a slight twinge in my right hamstring and realized that I'm probably not as young as I once was. Plus, I was laughing hysterically every time I would slip and almost bite it...I have no idea why it was so funny, but it was hard to contain myself. I am really just a kid in an adult body.
So, here we are 3 days later and the white stuff is starting to annoy me. If anyone knows where the defrost button is, help a girl out.
...dreaming of bright sunshiny days.
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