I Am Woman Hear Me Roar

Well an Arctic Winter Blast has nuzzled his way into the Deep South. He even set up camp on MY street. I mean I can hardly blame him. We are awful hospitable here in the south and all. We draw people in with our sweet tea and hugs. With our callin everyone "sweetie" and our fluffy arm chairs. With our gingham towels and grits. Its just what we do.

But normally when we send the monogrammed invites out, the guest list only includes Sunshine and Magnolia Trees and Spanish Moss. I guess it is high time we start embracing and accepting all.

So we embraced....And laughed

And started to love and accept our new guest.

Maybe we could get use to this new friend in our lives.

Maybe we had enough love to share. Maybe we should have invited for him all along.

I threw the invite out but I had not planned on the fact that by loving and embracing this new friend, there would be certain ramifications for a certain 6-year-olds birthday party. The Star Wars invites had gone out. And when Mr Blizzard hit, the guests all had to send their regrets... And when a certain almost six year old found out his party was canceled.....

all Hades broke loose....

And apparently it was contagious....cause soon a hallelujah choir was singing the blues.

And what is a momma to do?

Why what any good Southern Woman would do -- bring out the hospitality. And YES -- I know it was early and the night before. Go ahead. Let the judgement flow. But I just can't say no. And they each get a certain amount of gifts on their birthday. This year MT asked for half of his gifts to go to his little brother. These are the things that make my heart swell. Others.

But soon the gifts were unwrapped and we were ready for the cake and ice cream. Only slight problemo was I could not get down my nine kinds of crazy steep driveway. IJ said there was no way. Only an emergency could get us down that driveway.

Why this Southern Gal had a party to give -- And what would a party be without some cake and ice cream? No Arctic blast could challenge this momma. So I improvised...

a little.

If this Country Girl learned anything from her roots....
It was how to make some killer snow ice cream.

The only thing missing now was the cake...

So after a little bit of this and a little more of that....

It was shake and bake....

I was practically a 19th century pioneer woman

or something like that. Just cause we could not get down our driveway,w e were not letting that slow us down.

Oooohhhh yeahhh....This Birthday Boy can make some cake.....

I mean every good chef has to taste test, right????

Or as my friends from the south say --Help me Hey Zeus

Since we were snowed in with no possible way to get to any grocery we decided to call the family in for cake and ice cream. IJ? IF? Where artst thou IJ?

Uhm, I thought you said we could not get down the driveway? That there was no way we could get cake and ice cream. That there would have to be a serious emergency to get us out???

Then he looks at me with that wild hunter and gather look in his eyes..He was low on beer.