Monday, March 28, 2011

This Weather is Sucking My Will to Live

Snow? Check

Rain? Check

Sunshine? Check

Howling winds? Check

Calm breezes? Check

All having happened within the past five minutes? Check, check.

Welcome to Colorado.

This weekend was a replay of the weather above, making it nearly impossible to get out and enjoy nature but, I did it. I managed to take an hour-long walk in our local park each day despite running errands in Neighboring City, working on the clean-up crew following my woman’s club’s annual spring luncheon and catching up on the million-and-ten chores that I had to do around the house and; I really enjoyed the outside time. Summer cannot come soon enough for this girl, like seriously; I’m even looking forward to power-washing the porch and weeding the garden and doing battle with mutant squash bugs, again.

Well, maybe not the bug stuff but, the other chores sound like fun.

Speaking of doing fun chores and enjoying nature, Hugh managed to accomplish both this weekend by finally taking down our outdoor Christmas lights.

Yes, in March.

On one hand that seems so white-trash, to still have one’s holiday lights hanging around three months after the fact, but, on the other hand, I’m not going to be forced to entertain my friends by the glow of a million ice sicle lights during Porch Night so, no complaints here (I could complain about the fact that he is once again coming down to the wire for finishing our taxes but, I’m in a generous mood today and will therefore refrain from doing so. Ahem).

What else did I do this weekend? Hmm….oh, I taught the Man-Cub how to properly gel his hair so that his new hairstyle no longer resembles the fuzzy butt of a baby duck. Now it looks like a spiky baby hedgehog sitting on his head, instead. Don’t worry; I’m not going to tell him that; I totally learned my lesson about that last week.

In all honesty, the haircut is really handsome and the Cub pulls it off really well. I suppose I’m just having a hard time getting used to seeing such a mature style on mah baybee. Or, I was until last night when I glanced over at the Cub during The Amazing Race and the child was in absolute tears because he was so frustrated and sad for the deaf kid who was losing the challenge and “can’t we all just cut the kid some slack, I mean, he can’t hear!” and I realized that the maturity of his hairstyle is simply catching up with the maturity of his heart.

And, I can live with that.

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