Stress, Ice and Another Jammie Day
But for those who do need to drive, the ice and fog I am sure are causing stress. Not to mention what plan B needs to be implemented for kids home from school. I am thinking particularly of my friend Shelley who started a new job yesterday. Whammo, a school cancellation on her second day of work, that is stressful.
But let me remind all of us (myself at the top of the list) that we do have a choice in how we respond to events, especially ones we can't control, like the weather or someone rear-ending you while you are still wearing your pajamas.
So here are my choices:
- Do what you can and let the rest go.
- Try to make others laugh, or at least smile! Even the policman who successfully wears his professional and poker face.
- Pray that you don't allow your frustrations to be vented on innocent observers like your children. This is really hard for me.
- Jesus is a good role model. In particular don't get too far ahead of yourself. There is enough worry for today. Ain't that the truth!
The other choice I fortunately get to make today is to not drive. Oh, by the way, get this. I thought the only damage to the back end of my car was a couple of scratches to my bumper, but then I saw it was cracked underneath, but since I needed an oil change anyway, I took it to the mechanic who gave me the good news that my entire trunk cavity (where my rear seat collapses into) became detached. I think she must have been driving faster than me...
Matt and Carolyn went out last night to hang out with Chris and had the common sense to spend the night. But they decided to melt the ice on Matt's windshield by throwing pots of hot water on it while I was taking a shower. That caused me stress, as we have been having water pressure issues. Not fun
Nicole has been wanting to go ice skating, so here we have our own rink right on our deck. Who needs skates?
Labels: cute pajamas, Ice storm, school cancellations, stress and joy

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Okay, the verdict is in: we are twins separated at birth. Go read my post: http://livinglifepassionately.blogspot.com.
I wrote about the ice (and nearly killed myself taking pictures). I didn't have the good sense to stay on the porch. Oh no, I had to slide down the grass to experience its full effect.
And my jammies...well that's for another post entirely (they're pink). And now I have ones that can duplicate "real" clothes (in a pinch!). And my place of choice to type is in bed with my laptop on my "lap" (because after falling, I wrenched my back).
Question: And why are we moving to California?!?!?
Answer: No ice!
HUGS!
you two are too funny. My dh says that you were lucky you didn't get arrested for a fashion crime. I told him you were wearing a coat, which of course I rarely do....It's a different sort of crazy out here on the left coast.
Hey, I am SO glad you think we are funny! We are formulating Diva for a Day Retreats,that we intend to be very funny, full of joy inspiring, stress releasing relationship building simplified to the max!
oh, and do you really pour HOT water on the ice on the windshield? I would think that would be a good way to need a new windshield...or do we know so little about those things out here? (We use cold water).
I remember using water once to melt the ice on the door handle of our little Ford Festiva when we were first married. It was so cold that it just froze more and when Jeff tried to open the door the plastic door handle broke and went flying across the driveway. We didn't have a lot then and since the door handle was too expensive to fix, we just left it and I would crawl from the passenger side door across the gear shift to get to the driver's side to drive every morning to work. Yes, it's a good thing I'm little because those Festivas are little too.
One day, probably a year later, I came out of work and the passenger side was frozen. I thought, "Now what!" But remember I'm little, so I got the hatch opened and crawled through the hatch to the driver's seat. Here's the funny part. I worked at a very corporate place out in Pittsburgh at the time and so I had to wear a suit everyday. Of course, it was a knee length skirt AND the parking lot was monitored by survelience tape. I could not help but think about how hard the security officers were laughing that day watching me out there! I think that's when we sprung for the new door handle.
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