tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409329.post3133530668519421131..comments2023-10-18T05:21:05.766-07:00Comments on pagooey: Come on, it's lovely weatherKimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04986083061824260700noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409329.post-67581247916174523972008-12-22T14:30:00.000-08:002008-12-22T14:30:00.000-08:00I really, really need YouTube footage of the cold-...I really, really need YouTube footage of the cold-weather news-anchor breakdown.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409329.post-66213742594708799852008-12-21T11:35:00.000-08:002008-12-21T11:35:00.000-08:00We went out shopping yesterday -- the Sat before X...We went out shopping yesterday -- the Sat before Xmas, what were we thinking? -- but didn't make it as far as the mall, due to the several hundred cars in line ahead of us. We parked the chariot at the south end of Southcenter Parkway and checked our list twice at (e.g.) Marshall's. Then we trudged through thickening snow to Half-Price Books, where an ominous portend greeted us: "Closing at 5 due to weather." That gave us 20 minutes. But by the time we finished that and a leisurely trip to Best Buy ("The Guy Store," Sarah called it), and some Starbucks downtime, everyone else seemed to have gone home: traffic was almost gone. Huh, where'd everyone go?<BR/><BR/>However, our next stop was the airport, where we waited for one of the many incoming relatives. Plane late; luggage slow, so we spent about 2-1/2 hours there. (Sister-in-law said they were Alaska's last plane to Seattle from the Bay Area yesterday.) By the time we left, even the freeways were an inch thick with snow. Much to my amazement, and traveling about 20 mph the whole way, we crunched our way up 405 and (astonishingly) the hill by Valley Medical, passing some who weren't making it, following fainter and fainter tire tracks until we were blazing a path through the new snow in our own (quite car-free) neighborhood.<BR/><BR/>You know who loves this weather? Doggies.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409329.post-9890495878901171972008-12-19T09:00:00.000-08:002008-12-19T09:00:00.000-08:00Ah, the gender-inappropriate hand-me-down! The fri...Ah, the gender-inappropriate hand-me-down! The friends we have Christmas dinner with had four kids, three boys--the youngest of whom is now mid 20s but still remembers inheriting my sister's dainty powder-blue ski jacket in about 1986. "It's BLUE! Blue is for boys!" both his mother and mine told him...but he knew. :)Kimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04986083061824260700noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409329.post-2992805189592982872008-12-18T22:37:00.000-08:002008-12-18T22:37:00.000-08:00I got a good chuckle out of this post; just yester...I got a good chuckle out of this post; just yesterday Jim and I were reminiscing about the bread-bags-rubber-banded-over-the-shoes thing, which both of our parents used to do, since it was too spendy trying to keep All. Those. Kids. in winter boots (his family had six kid, mine had five). The lucky ones got the bread bags; the unlucky were forced to wear gender-inappropriate hand-me-down moon boots of hot pink or camo (before camo was cool).chicklegirlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03000215636803243874noreply@blogger.com