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Memories of a Northern Winter

C’mon Kali, let’s blow this joint.  Why?  It’s nice and cozy in here.  We need the fresh air blowing in our furs.  The wind is terrible.  I want to be warm.  Ok, so it’s cold.  How cold is it, Shoko?  It’s so cold the snowman has rosy cheeks!

Do you remember the time mom was out shovelling off the deck and then came in to have a hot bath?                                                                             aamomsnow

Boy, do I ever. MOL The hot water on her cold butt was not relaxing….she said it was so painful and she was fussing about. MOL. She learned to get herself a little wet with warm water before leaping into a hot tub.  Experience is a great teacher.

You’re too young to remember mom with the old Taurus but she had trouble plugging the car in so dad got her a light that would turn on when the car was plugged in.  You mean sorta like a plug-in for idiots?  MOL…exactly.

Ohhh, what about the time Cow Kitty’s dad left his truck on the street and the snow plough came along and blocked him in.  The snow was deep that year.  It was so funny watching him dig his car out,,,he used words we can’t say…..at least when mom’s looking. MOL

C’mon sis let’s get some air….ok, lead on Shoko.

aakalishoksnowsmI’m going into a nice warm heat register.  It’s too cold for me.  Leave me some room on that warm heat register….I’ll just *sniff*, *sniff* this patch of dirt.    Make room for moi….coming through.                                                             aaakalitoy                                                                    aashoksleepMuch better….I feel like a princess again instead of a pioneer braving the elements.  Not that again, Kali.  Go to sleep.

What’s worse than snowing cats and dogs?
A: Hailing taxi cabs!

SHOKO…..BLACK

KALI…..ORANGE                                                                                         sistersinarmswinter                                                                  

Where’s Your Easter Spirit?

We posted this experience early last year.  It’s true and a good read for a happy day.  Have fun my friends.

There have been many comical moments in my mom’s life.   Many of them are not nice to talk about and she’s the only one that thought they were funny anyway….or so I’ve been told. This incident happened many moons ago…in the 80’s.  Dad was working out-of-town and would come home every 4 or 5 days to visit with mom.  Usually he was just home for the night until his turnaround came.  His turnaround was like 5 days at home and then back to work.  That was construction in the boonies.  There wasn’t the access to cell phones like now.  Mobile phones were huge and cost a small fortune.  So dad rarely called mom and when he did the conversation was very unsatisfactory.  For example:  “I love you” became…”I live less.”  It was always nice to hear his voice though.  This one year dad had come home and explained to mom that he had to work through Easter and wouldn’t be home for days afterward so mom decided to boil up some eggs, decorate them and put them all through his flat deck one ton truck.  She made the designs with the paint and brushes, got the stencils for the hard ones.  They were beautiful…according to mom.

That's more like the type of designs on the eggs!!

That’s more like the type of designs on the eggs!!

Mom decided to hide the eggs in dad’s truck, on his seat, under the seat covers, on the visors, in the glove compartment, one on the floor by the gas peddle…you get the idea. Well, dad left real early the next day before mom was up and motored back to work. That evening mom got a phone call from dad and he was fuming mad. She was delighted to hear from him…until he told her why he was calling. Apparently she hadn’t cooked the eggs long enough before putting the designs on them and disbursing them throughout the truck. He had jumped in the truck and broke the first egg…no sweat, he thought, I’ll just change my jeans. That done he got back in the truck and headed up the mountain dirt road toward the camp. He quickly applied the gas and broke another egg. The sun was shining in his eyes and so he pulled the visor down and a partially cooked, painted egg  fell and cracked on his lap. What did mom do when he told her?? She laughed her fool head off. What can I say…that’s my mom.