Why Florida's snow days will ALWAYS beat your northern snow days.......

Have you been told that Floridians approach hurricanes much the way the 6th grade child of the north anticipates the snow day?

It's totally true. We first hear rumors of the storm from the "grownups", (AKA snowbirds at the grocery). We never see at first how it may relate to our life. Then, within the three day prediction cone, we begin to be inundated with tracking updates on all channels.

At this time, the excitement sets in. Oh, will we need to stock up? Do we have water and flashlights and tuna? Do we have cash and gas? Where to go if we need to execute the big E plan. Evacuation plans are always changing. When would we leave? Which bridge will hold?

Never mind..........we'll just settle in and let it blow over us. But of course we'll still watch the news every chance we get.

Then we see this:

And then the news we've all been waiting for:

Schools will be closed on Tuesday!

But wait, it gets better............that's the first day!

Unh hunh, beat that Yankees.........snow day on the first day of school!

Where did it go wrong?

During my recovery period........we've had to get creative about fun things I can do.

Stop it; I'm not gonna post about that!

Last weekend we had Neurotically Yours and The Keeper families over for dinner and a good old fashion game of SPOONS!



After the baby, bunnyboo went to bed the kids got in on the action: All 10 playing at the same time.


Now if I were a betting woman I would have placed my money on the kids being the most, well, most everything. Most loud, most argumentative, most competitive, most aggressive....... And I would have lost everything.

Seems The Keeper drank some competitive juice that night! After the first few hands she kicked it up a notch. And her stupid husband tried to fight her for the last spoon. So she......




Bit him!!!!!!

In her defense, she had the spoon first and he tried to strong arm it out of her hands. That seemed to be his M.O. for the night. We had begun the game using plastic spoons but there was too much breakage and some who shall remain unnamed were using them for shanks! (I am only allowing us to remain unnamed because when it was all said and done I think each of us had tried out our prison weapon).

Now usually Tami is the highly competitive one but she had never played before so she was getting out on the first round for the first few sets. Sure she cursed and threw her cards across the table, but no one was physically hurt by her actions.

Ironically, The Keeper was actually kicking almost every one's butt (she and My Man were going back and forth with winning) but that seemed to only enhance her efforts.

I backed out of what was (unbeknown to us) the last round. My foot was swelling and aching and it had been stepped on once or twice it the ruckus! (Thanks BudMan)

The night ended short when the last spoon clattered to the floor between Dustin's legs and The Keeper dove across the coffee table to get it before Dustin and it broke. The coffee table. Not Dustin.



Moral to this night: Only bring out the good silverware but hide the furniture when these families get together!

I've been tagged!

My friend Tami at Neurotically Yours tagged me awhile ago for this but I was still wallowing in self pity so I'm just now getting to this.

*Share 7 facts about yourself on your blog, some random, some weird.
* Tag 7 people at the end of your post by leaving their names as well as links to their blogs.
* Let them know they are tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.

1. I've been wallowing in self pity for the last 5 weeks! My broken foot has really put a damper on my summer fun!!!!! I've basically laid on the couch reading or watching the Olympics. I've hobbled a few places, but always end up overdoing it and having to spend the next day laid up again. It sucks and I'm over it!!!! The cast came off Monday, but it's been replaced with a tall walking boot which is actually bigger and heavier than the cast was. But I can walk on it and take it off to shower and sleep in. I'm probably looking at 4 weeks in this.

2. This is my first "official" broken bone. I did break my pinky playing softball when I was in 7th grade but my mom just made a homemade splint out of tongue depressors. Don't try this at home. It didn't work and it's still crooked!!!

3. I'm having trouble with blogging. I was really enjoying myself but I'm feeling pressured lately so I haven't done any blogging. Did you notice??? I want to be funny and I'd love to be supportive or motivational or whatever but I want these posts to come easily. They aren't right now. Aren't I a barrel of fun???


4. I love to be a barrel of fun! I don't have to be the center of attention..........but always like to be thought of as that fun girl. Stop it, I didn't mean you should laugh AT me, but more like WITH me!

5. I was averaging more than a book a day for the first three weeks of my solitary confinement. I've slowed down considerably but still read every night.

6. My bedroom becomes my catch all. Whenever we are having a party I clean the "main rooms" by putting things in my room until I can find a place for them. Sometimes it takes me awhile to find a place for them.

7. I hate odd numbers. Is that a weird enough fact for you?


Since I probably don't have 7 people who still read me I'll tag anyone who wants to do this........

If you've read this please leave a comment (even if it's anonymous) so I know it's worth it to come up with SOMETHING to say on here! Show me the love!!!!