As I sit and write this it's all of 12F outside and we're bracing ourselves for another Sunday evening/Monday morning Nor'easter...or for those reading who live in So Cal and Arizona and don't know what that is and don't want to Google it, it's akin to a blizzard.
Alas, I'm not dreading this one as much as I thought I would be for three huge reasons; 1.) We have the Godzilla of generators sitting in our garage. So if the lights go out, at least we'll have something to plug into to keep the house warm and we can avoid any more posts like this one. We haven't quite worked out how to plug the hot water heater, stove and fridge into it yet, but rest assured, this bad boy can run our entire house. Nope, we didn't get our own generator fixed yet, or get a new one...we borrowed one from the hubby's company. 2.) The snowblower has been repaired! I'm seething about how much 2 teeny little sheer-pins that were $2.95, cost to repair. Oh and we can't forget, the labor involved in extracting the pair of sweats from around the blades and up into the snow shute. $100!
And (I know you should never start off a sentence, let alone a paragraph with "and" but I'm going to claim 'artistic license' here, so just go with it.) coming in at 3.) last however far from least, the legal wranglings wrapped up with the Very Bad Thing are moving ahead at such a speed as to distract me from pretty much anything else. Tuesday will be the first time in more than a year that I've had to be in the same room, let alone face to face with those who are responsible for what happened to me, and I'm sick with nerves over it.
The hubby will be with me, but not allowed to be in the actual room where the meeting is taking place. At least I know he's close by. I have the most wonderful and compassionate, not to mention amazing, attorney anyone could ask for and I'm lucky to have him. However, I'm dreading this entire thing. There's no other way to put it. When I think about those men looking at me and judging me, it makes me physically ill and I'm overcome with an anger, the likes of which, I haven't ever felt before. I will deal with it though...because I have to. I may be a blubbering puddle of fat by Tuesday night, but at least I'll be bolstered by two strong men at my side.
In light of the fact that I can't focus on anything of substance, I thought I'd share some pics I took last weekend of the Little Imp and the hubby sledding. We went to a little place about 50 miles south of where we live; a place where I knew there would be few if any people. It's nestled next to the ocean and along with a wonderful view of my beloved Atlantic, there were several places for my little kid and the bigger one I'm married to, to sled.
It had been a while since we'd taken the Little Imp sledding and weren't really sure if she'd be terrified, or fall in love with it. No sooner had we sent her down the slope on her initial run did we get the answer to our question!
Up the hill they go! I know I'm bragging, but I LOVE this photo! I think it's both beautiful and adorable.
Daddy getting ready to give the Little Imp a good shove down the hill!
She's the tiniest bit apprehensive...will this be fun or terrifying?
I think she's enjoying it!
A super-close up of that burgeoning sled-love!
Yep! It's official...we have a sledder on our hands! Snowboards are just around the corner and I could not be more excited!
She couldn't wait to get back up the hill and do it again...this time with the blue saucer! She walked that thing all the way up the hill all by herself and flung herself back down that hill more times than I can count!
No post about sledding would be complete without the obligatory "wipe-out" shots. And why yes, I do have some of those very photos that I can't wait to share with you!
The hubby is such a good sport about this!
Anatomy of a sledding wipe-out
Where are the pictures of my fat ass on a sled? Yeah right. Someone's gotta be the one to take the pictures. It's a sacrifice, but one I'm more than willing to make!
