Last week the weather gals and guys couldn't wrap their brains around the weekend weather (can they ever?). In one breath they said it would be a cold & dry weekend and in the very next, they would say that there was a chance that we'd be getting a little bit of snow. I didn't think much of it to tell you the truth. They've been threatening snow for a few weeks now and had yet to deliver. Until this weekend.
Now, normally I would share some purty photos with you of our house, piles of white fluffy snow on the sidewalks and street, and cars buried under what seemed like mounds and mounds of marshmellows. Except I can't seem to find the charger for my camera and have unfortunately worked that baby to the bone. So I decided to take a page from SAJ's book and draw a picture of how I felt that day.
Yes folks, I looked that bad at the end of the day. Actually, both Saturday and Sunday. My poor husband. I'm glad he loves me 'cause I can assure you I was a sight for sore by the end of both nights. In the end, we wound up getting a whopping 2 feet of snow. I now have muscles sore that I didn't know I had and aches in my knees and joints that make me shiver as I imagine what it will be like when I get older (now I know why Mom hates going up and down the steps!).
I can't complain though. It was a pretty good workout considering I shoveled my parents yard, their driveway and steps, my grandparent's steps, my parent's property across the street and it's driveway AND our house (which I thank GOD we aren't living on the street right now) - all multiple times mind you. Those lucky ducks with their snow blowers :P . And the cookies and hot chocolate at the end of every shoveling session were totally worth it.
But Lord, although I am thankful that you blessed me with a body that can deal adequately with hard labor, please don't bless me with anymore "fluffy" snow. At least not until the aches and pains are all gone.
I would loved to have seen the pics but that picture you drew says it all! As for those lucky people with snow blowers? Well, let's just say whether you's shoveling or blowing snow, it still hard labor and I have pains in places that I should never have know existed. Who wants to put icy hot on that pain? I'm sure the rest of our winter will be mild in comparison to that mess and hopefully if it does snow like that again, it will be Sunday into Monday and we can all have a snow day!!
Posted by: Frank | 12/22/2009 at 03:14 PM
Ha, so true :) Then again it probably wouldn't be that bad if you had less to shovel but if that were the case, why would you need to snow blower? Glad we could all suffer together.
Oh, and I wouldn't put icy hot on those places ... I can't imagine the chemical burn *that* would cause ...
Posted by: ThePhantomMoon | 12/22/2009 at 05:39 PM
You two are just too much! If we hurt it goes to show how old we are getting. When is BB going to be old enough so we can make her do it. BB hurry up and get to be a teenager already and make friends, my sciatic nerve can't take all this shoveling.
Posted by: All Sorts of Good Stuff | 12/22/2009 at 10:29 PM
I think 3 is the perfect age to start 'shubeling', don't you think?
Posted by: ThePhantomMoon | 12/23/2009 at 09:45 AM
Yes, 3 is the perfect age for shubeling, we'll event get her a pink shuble that she'll lub to use.
Posted by: All Sorts of Good Stuff | 12/23/2009 at 12:47 PM