Snow Day!
January 21, 2009
I have work to do, but I couldn’t resist throwing a few pics from Nina’s romp in the snow yesterday. I guess this much snow around these parts is a freak occurrence – who knows when Nina will see this much snow again?
You can't tell from this picture, but Nina is swiping the snow from our lawn chair with much force. Nothing is gentle with this girl!
Burying her froggie boots.
Sneaking off to the pond...so tiny, but so determined
And now for a brief service interruption.
January 20, 2009
My life is in absolute chaos until the end of the month, as I’m a slave to deadlines and my job is nothing but until the 28th. I even gave up my daily run last Friday, came into the office on my day off, AND worked several hours from home, so you know I mean business. Keeping Nina and her orange crayon away from my paperwork was an exercise in futility, so now I also have some artwork for my walls. Thankfully, due to a two inch snowstorm (so wrong, but so true!) the office is quiet this morning. I thought it was absolutely beautiful (and yes, I packed a new sports bra with a snowy lunch hour run in mind), but the collective anxiety of the other drivers was almost palpable. Which makes me wonder about drivers in the South: I got hit by a car WITH NO DRIVER on Friday, and I experienced my first North Carolina “snow storm.” What’s with these people? More on that later – I have work to do! Catch you all on the flip side.
Argh!
January 16, 2009
There is a reason why I run – I have absolutely no coordination whatsoever, and moving in a straight line seems to be the path to least injury or embarrassment.
Yesterday I thought I would trade in my daily lunch hour run for a sculpting class. Little did I know that “sculpt and tone” is code for “Jazzercize-esque step aerobics torture with a wee little bit of pseudo sculpting sprinkled in as an afterthought.”
Yeah, I made an ass of myself. You betcha, I did! In an effort to throw people off of the fact that I can barely walk today, I am wearing the highest heels I could find in my closet. I may only have a 4″ stride and look like a geisha tip toeing on ice, but it’s better than trying to affect a normal walk and groaning every time I move.
