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Saturday, 06 February 2010

  • Hick Chicks Hit the Slopes

    By Day 3 of the snow, we needed to get out. My brilliant offspring wanted to try Sugarloaf-a local landmark noted for it's height.

    Side note here. Thirty seven years ago my parents were travelling through this flat, rolling country. They had been given directions for wherever they were going in the area and Sugarloaf is where they were supposed to make a turn. Being accustomed to actual mountains in PA and MD, they never noticed Sugarloaf Mountain and never did reach their destination.

    Now we all live here and yes, that little rise does mean something. But not sledding for us this time. There are real bumps and something approaching rocks, not to mention plant stubble.

    The children were ready to camp out in the house and continue annoying each other but their aunty and mother, like the graceful chicks they are, stayed firm.

    We put the pickup in 4wd, tied on snowboats that dad brought from a real wintery place out of state several years ago where they sell these things, loaded the dog and ice chest that wasn't icy, and stuffed kidders in the back seat like cattle in a trailer.  4wd is good. Especially for two Hick Chicks on a snowpacked dirt road.

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    Hick Chick #1 holds the fence for the reluctant adventurers. Her children really weren't so pathetic. See, she's a real country gal-it shows.

     

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    First screaming shove.

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    Hick Chicks in training. My word! she's smiling! Her Mom might have a faint clue in her brain!

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    Heading across really slick snow to a 'better' slope. Slope, not hill.

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    My darlings who have never screamed "meany" at each other. choke.

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    She's really hanging tight so the sled doesn't, you know drag her along headfirst.

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    Push!

     

    We invited SIL Lisa to come along and bring her boyfriend. They thought it sounded like a good idea.

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    It took them an hour to get ready to drive a mile.

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    was an immediate snowball fight. The boys seemed happy to have a man at the party.

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    Hot chocolate! Church cookies AKA sugar cookies. I, on the other hand had whipped up a coffee cake to have ready when we got home but the electric went off at the wrong moment and it had to wait to bake until we got back. So my children's mother only took along water bottles and left them on the pickup seat.

     

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    I am so relieved to have two SILs who take up the slack for my featherbrain.

     

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    Ach! such choy we never expected.

     

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    Hot cider.

     

     

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    Round 15.

     

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    The little ones can really step it off.

     

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    Aunt girlfriend, who can take seven nephews out for pizza and trail them through Wal Mart single handed begs for mercy in the snow.

     

     

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    Back on her feet, she's in control again.

     

     

     

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    Our friend Emily was skiing with her family. We thought about her nice vacation but we went ahead and laughed at our Hick Chick selves.

     

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    I want to unburden my Hick Chick soul. Boots: Mom bought them for me when I went to CO sixteen years ago. Carhartt bibs: Dragged them out of  a dark corner of the basement since Freeman has moved on to better insulation. Coat: bought it new fifteen years ago to mark a new era in my life.Leather gloves. I keep them in my long leather coat pockets but I have used them to chop ice on tanks and put out minerals for cows. (who knew hick chicks have long, black leather coats?)

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    Hick Chicks #2, #3.

     

     

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    When I think of the snowmen we made when I was a little girl. They were so proud of their creation.

     

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    Not a stone or chunk of coal to be had, mud face.

     

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    After sufficently freezing fingers and toes, demolishing the cookies and drinks, the Chicks decided to have mercy on their now tired but smiling offspring. But wait, daughter was helping her mom there until she went to her knees and slithered up the slope-not hill. It was a belly cruncher.

     

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    And the longsuffering boyfriend? He shook his head and lit out. We're pretty sure he's not scared off yet. He came for a few days and stayed longer than a week. Most likely he senses a need to rescue Ms. Lisa from these dames who don't know how to act their age.

     

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    Did I mention poor Frosty? The nephew's tender heart couldn't leave him alone on the slope. He rode home in pieces on the back of the pickup.

     

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    Lonely road.

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    Lonely barn.

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    If you wonder why this farm truck is referred to as a pickup-I don't know. I grew up thinking it's a truck. But nooo, anything bigger is a truck. Even my boys laugh at me..

     

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    Now you know how Frosty got to be smiling at you when you drove up the road.

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      Just like my girls walked in the lane afterwards, I'm going to walk away from this keyboard and go to sleep. I've waited up long enough for my hard working man.

    And the term Hick Chicks is never to return. Our daughters deserve a better legacy.

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

  • Storms-Nature and Life

    Today. Yes, beautiful today. Sunshine for the first time in a week.

    Things have been getting harried around here; gloomy days, snowy days, foggy days, cold days without electricity and a mother whose nails have been getting sharper with voice to match.

    After three consecutive days of believing this house has the worst child training efforts possible--- the sun came out and the evening has been Little House on the Prairie perfect. Just fancy that.

    Who knows, maybe the sun will also come out tomorrow! Bet your bottom dollar...

    After heart felt prayer, concious focus and perseverance when it would have been easier to cry and let the natives go their own way, we have made it to the other side of yesterday and triumphed.

    Sweet cards, hugs, I love you's and thank you's, a promise of breakfast in bed in the morning leave my head spinning.  These children are still young enough to forgive the bumbling efforts of their mother and think she's still queen. I really cherish these days because in a few short years, it will be harder for them to overlook those flaws.

    So. The last day we saw sunshine was last Wednesday. It seemed crazy to think we'd actually get the predicted weather but better safe than sorry, right?

    Our morning history/ literature reading:

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    Anyone with a non reader in the family, "please raise your hand up and then down". When you get to this day it's time to Sing Praises and Rejoice.

     

     

     After lunch with a crew of fine ladies,

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    Hostess Martha,

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    who shared her sister Miz Madonna here on the right with us,

     

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    it was hard to go home and whack the laundry and get things done around home.

     

     

    However, come Thursday and Friday, it was a relief to be prepared.

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    Snow and cold. No kidding!

     

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    He who teaches me to break ice off the hot wire after the cattle get out and wander through the storm. Some farmer looking guy, huh? Guess who inherited his old Carhartts??

     

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    In the beginning was snow and the snow was fun and the cold was something to enjoy.

     

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    Imagine, 100' F, wind blowing through the wisteria leaves and lemonade on the patio. While perspiration trickles down your spine.

     

     

    Next up, Hick Chicks Get Fed Up With Merely Facilitating Winter Fun. In other words, Moms drying snowy clothes and feeding the starved and hungry make a dash for (freedom) .

Thursday, 04 February 2010

  • Back to Normal

    Internet service back to normal, electricity back on. Laundry caught up and cooking in my kitchen again.

    So. I should get started on that fun post, right?

    Today was co-op day so we were going all day. Eye dr., Mazzios and the library. THEN I discovered it's my turn to take hot lunch in to our church school tomorrow. And this evening the cousins are here for overnight while their parents celebrate their anniversary.

    Everyone is getting along great so I'm off to read to them before bedtime to keep the peace going.

    You'll hear from this corner when you do. Hopefully before the next and supposedly worse storm moves in on Sunday. Ahh.

Saturday, 30 January 2010

  • Coming Soon to a Blog You Read :

    "Hick Chicks Hit the Slopes"

    Including commentary on forcing children to enjoy winter fun,aged matrons navigating icy hills,disgustingly perfect SILs who remember the hot chocolate and church cookies and one shell shocked boyfriend. What kind of people lug ice chests a quarter mile across treacherous 'hills' and carry home the three foot snowman?

    Once the www gets us back in service this is going to be fun.

     

    Family: a fabulous way to ensure entertainment on a snowy weekend.

    Do take those children out instead of trying to keep the peace in a stuffy house. At the very least your children--and that astounded boyfriend will remember you as cackling hens and not tightlipped Miss Hannigans intent on squelching them-at least for one day.

     

     

Friday, 29 January 2010

  • The North Wind Doth Blow

    Winter showed up again. Imagine that.

    Wednesday was a balmy day, the children had their cousin outside in the stroller and it was hard to believe the weather predictions. but we cleaned house and tied up loose ends just in case.

    The storm did hit hard and even though the electric blinked a few times while the bread and cinnamon rolls were in the oven yesterday, we've been just fine. My parents lost their electric and are running the generator.

    Freeman finally came home last night after four days on a job to tne news that the calves were out but they were contained over night down the road a couple miles. Contained. Or is it quarantined? Or maybe confiscated. Never mind. Freeman is home and I'm not responsible for being completely normal.

    The children spent time outside today in the snow with their cousins. And on this fine day when I could have been totally alone in the house, what did I do but go along with that man of mine to put out hay and help knock ice off the fences.Francesca went along since the cold got to her before the others and she dozed in the back seat while I read when we were waiting on Freeman.

    It's been a lovely day. Puttering from one thing to the next,scrapbooking three pages, watching games of ConnectFour and Rook, now a tussling match in the living room.

    Yesterday I deboned a turkey that had roasted all night  which put certain children in fear that we'd live on turkey for days. However, there are four packs of turkey in the freezer and this evening we dined on barbequed ribs and homefried potato chips. Then just for fun we toasted mini marshmallows over candles.

    Our DSL is down because of the weather so I'll have to wait until later to post pictures.  Freeman's laptop is nice to have around to keep up with things.

    Stay warm friends, at home and at heart.

     

     

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