We braved the winter storm to visit my mother this past weekend. She asked us not to come, but since she is prone to dramatics when it comes to weather, we decided to travel anyway. It wasn't so bad on the way up. VDOT was out doing a fairly good job. It wasn't clear by any means but passable.
We did have a slight slippedy slide when BN passed a tractor while going a little fast. But he understands all that turn the wheel right when the ass slips left or maybe it is the reverse. Anyway, he gets it and corrected like a pro.
She had close to a foot of snow upon arrival. It snowed while we were there and by the time we left, VDOT was at home by the fireplace and we were in snow/ice up to our yingyangs. Again, BN's mad skills behind the wheel got us home safely, although I think I had my first panic attack.
When Grandmas ask what to get the boys, I pull out the list and let them pick and choose. So this past weekend we had Christmas at my moms. When we returned home and the boys pulled out their goodies to play, RePete suddenly looked at me and asked to please remove this goody from his list. He didn't want Santa to bring him the same item. He's so thoughtful.
I rock at Spongebob Typing. 75 WPM. Too bad I didn't know about blogging when I worked. I think I could only do about 45 wpm back them. I wonder if I can list Blogging under education on my resume. Hmmm.
This is the first year we've been able to put presents under our Christmas tree. I was always afraid the boys would open the presents (because Pete did many years ago) so we've always had an empty tree underneath. Of course, none of the boys gifts are under there because BN believes they should wake up on Christmas morning to a magical wonder. Oooo. Ahhh. He also believes we have to buy every stinkin' thing on their list. The more the merrier and all that.
It's my first year not sending Christmas cards. That month I lost after my knee surgery just messed me up. It's during that month that I would have made cards, extra handmade gifts, kids Christmas party and just all my planning. Instead I was laid up or on crutches or just feeling tired. What a difference two months makes. I feel fantastic now, but alas it is too late to worry with cards. Oh well.
Have a Great Christmas or whatever you celebrate. Even Festivus!