Monday, February 27, 2012

Now, if Sherlock was in the arena....

So... I'm reading The Hunger Games.

And I really want to go see the movie that comes out March 23rd.

Jim asked me if they were good when I read the first one in half a day. I said, yes. But I added a footnote. They are entertaining and page-turning. But they are NOT, by any stretch of the imagination, helping my vocabulary or grammar. Especially after just reading Sherlock Holmes. Yes, Logan. I JUST read Sherlock Holmes for the first time ever. And they were brilliant!

I doubly realized the shallowness of them when the second book had a Stephanie Meyer quote on the back of it, stating how she was, "so obsessed with this book." Dang it.

And the quote from a woman at work: "Oh! I loved those! I really liked that it went from one scene to the next and then to the next so quickly! She didn't drag out long descriptions of scenery or thoughts or anything like that!" I told Jim and he laughed and said, "So, basically she's on her last leg of reading? From here on, it's cable all the way!"

Read good books, people.

Thursday, February 9, 2012

Wait! Scroll down!

That's weird. The blog I just wrote appears after the one I had written before it.


How 'bout those italics?

Monday, February 6, 2012

touche husband

Jim and I were watching Flywheel...


Actor on movie to wife - "You shut up! The next time you open your mouth it had better be to put food in it!!"
...Yikes...
Me - "You'd better not EVER tell me to shut up or to open my mouth just to put food in it."
Jim - "Oh, I don't think I'll ever have to tell you to open your mouth to put food in it."

He's such a poophead.

Saturday, February 4, 2012

Vermont cont.

The second day started with interesting perspectives. The boys would be happy if they had another day HALF as fun as they had had the day before. Anna was looking forward to some REAL shopping. I was too terrified of doing any more driving. Jim tried to calm me down by taking me to an expensive restaurant for breakfast.

Ha. Ha. Ha.
Just keeding.
We went into the breakfast room of our hotel and were shown our seats and told to enjoy the hot buffet. And it was a good looking buffet. One of the reasons we had picked that hotel was because we had understood that it served a continental breakfast every morning. Apparently, the cold air had gone to our heads because no alarms went off when they walked us to our seats. Well, a very, very dim bulb blinked in mine, but I didn't say anything. We served our plates (Asa and Anna were getting dressed and about to join us) and had taken two bites when a lady walked by and handed us a receipt. We froze, him with his bacon, me with my eggs. Twenty dollars, man. He looked at me and said, "Well, eat up. Because we've paid for it now." Then he called Asa and Anna and told them that the food wasn't really that good and that he knew a much better place down the road called Dunkin' Donuts where they would really enjoy a good breakfast.

Anyway, memory won't allow me to give you a play-by-play of the rest of our time there. For that, I'm sure you just sighed with relief. The boys had an incredible time and Anna and I found some amazing sales. It was a good day.

We got to wear toboggans. Alabama usually doesn't allow these things.


I posed in a very ladylike position by a very small stop sign. It was just on the side of the road. No intersection or anything. I meant to ask my in-laws about that.


The third day we got to the lodge in time to watch Jim and Asa come down the slopes. Jim said Asa had picked it up on the very first day... they looked pretty cool, I must say. Anna and I were jealous.



They looked pretty cool most of the time, anyway.


Anna and I found a HUGE old house that just kept going and going and going with room after room of antiques.


We also went to THE Vermont Country Store and ate samples and tried on paper masks. And freaked ourselves out.


I shot a toy monkey across the room at Anna. He had rubber arms that stretched and a cape that soared behind him as he flew. He also screamed as he went through the air. Let's just say that I missed hitting a total stranger by about 6 inches. The monkey missed Anna and thudded into the wall. The man turned around only to see a brunette walking away from the toy section and a blonde studying an Etch-a-Sketch.

I did not take a single picture at the Linds... however, their hospitality was heart-warming, their house is over 200 years old with crooked doorways, the food was delicious, the games well played, and all in all we enjoyed those evenings immensely! And it was wonderful to meet Elisabeth so soon after Ben put the ring on her finger!

Oh, we had fun. When certain people make your heart warm it is pleasant to spend time with them.

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

the green mountain state and an alabama driver

Ha! I blackmailed my younger siblings into sending me the Vermont pictures. Ahahaha! I love blackmailing people!

For those of you who didn't know, Jim moved to Vermont when he was nine. His parents and sister decided they would go with him. Thus, he learned that there are actually some pretty splendid Yankees to befriend. He also learned how to snowboard. The four days we spent there were meant to encompass these two learnings.

After driving for 24 hours, our first day consisted of sleeping. Day two, I drove to the top of the mountain, where snow was falling fast. Jim and Asa hopped out, excited about the first day on the slopes. Anna and I continued down the mountain, looking forward to Who is Sylvia? It's a vintage store in Woodstock, VT, I had found on the internet. We drove away from the fast falling snow, to the light dusting of snow. On the way, we drove past the biggest barn I have ever seen! Five stories?! Good gravy!



We drove until we had arrived. Then we stopped driving. And we also discovered that Who is Sylvia? is only opened on Mondays and Saturdays. It was, in fact, Wednesday. If you do not love vintage clothing in unique stores, you will not understand our disappointment. Especially mine. Oh well. Woodstock = very pretty, tourist priced place.

Oh yeah, they DID have some pretty cool mittens.


And dishes.


Anna and I decided to drive back over the mountain. So, up up and away! The snow? Is it falling a little faster? A little harder? How pretty! Wow, it's covering the road!
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It's thick on the road.
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My tires are spinning.
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My car is sliding sideways.
I turned around (thank YOU, God, that I didn't get stuck doing a two-point turn in the middle of the road) and parked at a gas station. Call Jim. No answer. Watch the snow get deeper and deeper. A snow plow! Get behind him only to discover my car is still going sideways. Turn around again and park at the same gas station...after driving OVER a curb that was completely covered in the white stuff. I am so... so... so SCARED at this point it doesn't make sense. I'm frantically calling Jim, and checking the depth of the snow every five minutes. In its frightened state, my brain can't even make the decision whether or not to go into the deli and get lunch. Call Asa. He answers! He hands the phone to Jim and I try not to cry as I listen to the GREAT day they are having on the slopes. "Every time we get back up at the top, there is a 1-2 inch layer of fresh snow! It's great!" He falls silent as I explain our situation, trying to keep the mounting hysteria out of my voice.
"Amy, do you want me to come get you?"
At this point, I was sniffling. "Yes! Please! I don't know why I'm so scared, but I am! Please come get us!"
"We're headed that way."
I'm so relieved it doesn't make sense. I glance at Anna, who is looking at me in a strange fashion. I ask her if I'm freaking her out. She answers calmly, "Well, yes, you are. I don't see what the big deal is. We're parked safely at a gas station with a deli. There is an inn across the street. We could stay up here for weeks." Anna will make a very level-headed wife one day. I laugh out loud at her common sense. It's an answer that I would usually be able to come up with on my own. But this time, I was so focused on what I DIDN'T know that I forgot what I DID know: that Christ was in full control of that situation. For someone who believes that with her whole heart, my frantic fear is rather shaming.

This is Anna, trying to make me calm down by taking pictures. Right before this was taken, I was probably clawing at the window or rabidly chewing on the door handle. Sweet sister.

Anyway, Asa and Jim hitchhiked a couple of miles over the mountain in the back of a pickup. They said that their snow gear was nice and warm... but it took about a hour for their rear ends to unthaw after sitting on the cold, metal truck bed. Jim climbed into the driver's seat and headed the way I had refused to go. It was a long two miles - slipping, sliding, spinning and praying. But we made it.

And just so you all know, Jim said it had nothing to do with my driving. The car did the exact same thing with him as it did with me. It's just that he knows how to drive in the snow without freaking out.