Day Five: Southern Style

Day Five of the Great Southern Snow Storm. And us poor sweet dear Southern Angels had no clue what to do. We were damsels in distress. Swooning and fainting all over the place. Why I do declare - all the grits and sweet tea were sold out. I'm feeling weak just relivin it. It was indeed a state of national emergency. A state of panic. I called my ma. I called my pa. I even called the law....way down in Arkansas. I was desperate. Please understand we were doing all we could do to stay sane and not lose out ever loving minds. One Day One of the Great Southern Snow Storm there were giggles and sledding. We were handling it all in grace and style. Taking photos to scrapbook and send to our Aunt Lucille's on our monogrammed stationary. On Day Two there was hot chocolate and movies. Gone with the Wind. Steel Magnolias. Driving Miss Daisy. and Oklahoma! We start them young and all. On Day Three there were naps and early bedtime. It's good for the youngnis. Keeps their immune system up. They need their dear sweet angel rest. Amen. However on Day Four - oh dear Day Four... there was Benadryl and Xanax. And I don't think any good Yankee could possibly judge us. Amen. But on Day Five... Oh on Day Five. On Day Five the heavens opened forth and dear sweet Baby Jesus decided he would have to part some sanity to us or I was gonna have to tear down the drapes and make a dress. And Lord knew that would not end well. Soooo... Momma decided to have a little fun.

I had had about enough of the kids being pulled all around like they were little prices. I demanded to be treated like to southern princess I was.

Amen.

And some may say this is a little uncalled for.
To those I have one simple thing to say....Mush! Mush! Why are we going so slow? It must be all this extra weight from MT. Cause Lord knows my waist is the size of a brooms stick.

Even after Five Days of Pancakes and Yoga Pants. (Hypothetically speaking, those yoga pants can be quite deceiving. Burp.) Snap... Crackle.... POP. Uhm, exsqueeze me... did the cord just break?Cheap silly cord.

Onward!
Cause I swear they just don't make things like they use to.

Except yoga pants. Amen.Anyhoo -- put those spawn of mine into the sled and let's go home IJ!

Momma feels her Cupcake calling.And I think the Twerps feel a nap coming on. And if they don't...It's nothing a little Benadryl and Whiskey can't solve. I kid! I kid! (If you were judgin and all).

Just Eat It.

This strange white manna began falling from the sky in the deep south on Sunday and behold us Southerners were joyous and perplexed as school was canceled and play was on!

We all have different reactions to this rare seasonal occurrence.....

Some are joyous and elated...This experience brings awe and wonderment.

Some fall down in disbelief and recreate angelic expressions in thankfulness to the heavens.Others have curiosity -- WHAT IS THIS? And we ALL know if you don't know what it is there is only way to solve the mystery -- EAT IT! and 20 minutes later if you are still unsure -- EAT IT AGAIN..

To each their own. Amen.

Anyhoo - my little dare-devil wasted no time at all... he was slipping and sliding and racing all the way home.

And soon he lured his little brother to do the same...Trust me...it will be fun.You will be safe.Nothing can go wrong.Probably. Ooops.Well, that did not go as planned, let's try it again. Let me go down with you this time. I will keep you safe and sound...And spray some snow in your face so at least you can eat some more while you are down there.Heaven help us.

But all in all we are having all too much fun. From this manna from heaven.

Burp.

Mya Husband Isa Italian Pizza Maker

One thing my spawn love to do with us is cook. Mainly due to the fact this secures the question of whether they will eat or not. Because if judgement is being withheld and all - Hypothetically, I might have kinda maybe been known to possibly forget to make supper before. Maybe. If you ain't judgin and all. Apparently, what I have learned is man cannot live on Dr Pepper Lipgloss alone. I know, I know - surprised the heck outta me too.

Anyhoo, BT LOVES to cook with us. And since IJ spent his burly strapping high school years working in a pizzeria - he thought he would pass on his skillz and legacy tonight. I just love it when IJ passes on his skills. Especailly when the side affect is supper.

Since I have already passed on my bad sillz to BT, I just sat back and took pics...what skills you may I ask? Uhm DUH, nunchuck, bow hunting, and computer hacking skills, of course. Kids only want moms with great skills.

Anyhoo - IJ passed on his pizza skills today. And he turns into an Italina New York man. It's a alla in the flicka of the wrista, Bee-a Tee-a... Famalia -- come gather round so you can see your papa at work - be proud. be in awe....be amazed...Be amazed... this spwan, this is how it is done. Aren't we a bonding??Uhm, exsqeeze me...MT? MT!?! Are you playing your Nintendo DS?!?!?Fine then. We will stick with the child who shows a glimmer of hope for the pizza industry. It's a like this BT....

Now it's your turn -- up and twist. Up and twist. Here we go... Up---

And......

Ahhhh ahhhhh AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!CATCH!YEAH!!!!

Now for the pepperonis.

Uhm, BT quit eating the pizza toppings. BT! Quit. Eating. The. Pepperonis. BT!!! Lord have mercy child. What is that in your hands that you are eating?!?!?!?

But when it is all said and done....he is Oh So Proud. And his daddy thinks he might be the next Papa BT.Burp.