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Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Fa La La La La and lots of snow

We're here in Utah and the kids are in decompression mode after a long day yesterday of travelling that included a blown radiator hose. (The husband wanted to fix it with a sodapop can and zip ties ala Macgyver, but logic prevailed and he settled for putting in a new radiator hose. The husband can be uber geeky at times--it's part of his charm. It's also annoying at times.)

It's snowy and cold here--really cold. Brrrr. I did like a monologue to how much I hate being cold and the snow in Di's journal so I'll just settle for saying I intend to remain snuggly inside as much as possible.

Anyway, I'm here. I'm here. Yay.

My mother-in-law has a tiny dog that keeps following me so closely that I feel like I'm kicking up a little dog with each step. She also jumps up on my lap if I so much as shift my laptop slightly. It's hilarious. I've never seen such a needy little dog--and she's still a hyper puppy.

I'll be in and out and around. I did a little typing on Without Honor on the drive and this morning. Hopefully, I'll be able to concentrate on other things while here, but we'll see what my brain allows.

Merry Christmas or Happy Holidays!


  1. Merry Christmas! I hope you enjoy the holidays! I so wish I was in Utah with all that snow!!

  2. Awesome that you find humor in the bumps life throws at ya. Happy Holidays!

  3. Happy holimas!

    Stinks about the car trouble... it's always one thing after another, isn't it?

    Glad you made it safely though. Stay warm!

  4. I have a cat just like that dog. She thinks she is a dog.

    Merry Christmas!

  5. Car troubles again? Huge hugs. I'm so glad you guys made it okay, but I'm going to be worried until you get back again. The snowy Christmas sounds pretty. Are the kids enjoying it?

    I love your monologues, monologue my blog anytime baby. My anti-cold monologue was ridiculously long though. At least you guys can click away from me. Every time we leave the house my husband has to listen to my miserable whining and it's really intolerable. I can't even stand me when it's cold.

  6. Merry Christmas! And good luck with the whole cold thing. I'm dying when it gets below fifty:)

  7. LOL, you have a Macgyver wannabe for a husband, too? My hubby hates to throw anything away because he might need it in the future to fix something:)

    Have a Merry Christmas! I hope the cold doesn't get to you too much.

  8. Glad you were able to make it to Utah Wendy without too much trouble. Your hubbie sounds very handy. Are you near by me? I live on the east side of Salt Lake city close to the entrance of Parleys canyon.
    Hope you have a wonderful Christmas.

  9. Merry Christmas Wendy!!!! I linked your Nativity post in my holiday linkfest :)

  10. Oh snow Wendy, you're so lucky. My kids have seen snow once or twice, like "Look kids, there's a flake over there." I hate the cold but a day in the snow is soooo awesome. I have such fantastic memories as a kid in Tennessee, sledding and snowball fights and forts. Until global warming hit and Tennessee hasn't seen a good snow in years.

    I think well drive to the mountains one day next week, just so they can play in the snow.

    I wish you guys a safe trip home and Merry Christmas.

  11. So glad you made it! Have a great time.

  12. It sounds like the little dog would be a great character in a book. :) I'm glad you were able to write over the holiday...I blogged today, but that was it since December 19th. UGH!

    Have a happy New Year, Wendy.

  13. That's adorable that your husband can (and seems to enjoy) fixing things. Yes. The geeky men are always best.

    You were able to type while in the car? This is a skill I wish I had: I seem, always, to get carsick.


    All best wishes,

  14. Thanks, AG.

    Actually, the husband fixed something on the car on the way back with a condom. (You almost don't want to know, but you sort of do, don't you?) He didn't screw the oil cap back on the car well enough when he was checking the oil--it flew off and is somewhere between Utah and Oregon. Apparently, getting crud in the oil tank on a drive is bad. It would screw up the whole engine or something. The husband said that he needed to cover it with plastic wrap rubber-banded on, but we didn't have that. (We don't carry around plastic wrap and rubberbands where ever we go.)

    So, trip back--Day two--

    Husband said, "I settled for something rubbery and uhhh elasticky."

    Wendy asked, "Won't it melt?"


    Wendy was skeptical. "Have you done this before?"

    Husband looks at her in horror and shouts "NO!"

    (Wendy rolls eyes. Yes, I know he hasn't spent his life exploring a hundred and one uses for condoms--even if his look of shock hadn't told me.)

    "No, I mean the whole plastic wrap thing," Wendy said.

    "Oh, yeah. I have. It's fine."

    There you go, MacGyver has nothing on the husband's smooth moves. The husband is a "safe" driver in so many ways.

    By the way, all use of the term "screw" in the above post was purely accidental--maybe.

    No, it wasn't. I'm so immature.

    Note to self, buy a new oil can cover before you give local elderly mechanic a stroke.

  15. Oh, hey, AG, Diana just told me who you are. (I've got the retention of my mother-in-law's puppy. Oh look. Something shiny.) Thanks for visiting. Air kisses. BTW, I really did appreciate reading your take on Shiver. I'd been emailing back and forth with Diana, complaining about all my issues, and I was feeling weird about it. (I've started wondering if I just can't enjoy books as much now that I've seen the man behind the curtain.) Every time I complain it makes me feel like I'm an egomaniac for some reason. Anyway, reading a critique by someone else that echoed my thoughts will make it easier to sleep tonight. (As will the rx meds to that endeavor, but really... it was all you. Wink wink.)

  16. BTW, the husband just saw this story and wanted me to make a public service announcement about the size being a factor.

    (Husband cuts power to Wendy's internet.)

    Okay. So, maybe he didn't.

    (Wendy whispers, "Size may have mattered a GREAT deal.")

    cough cough

  17. See. Don't worry, honey, I've got you covered.

    (Yes, I just thought of that all by myself. I'm so immaturely creative. Right now, the geeky husband is trying to remember why he married me.)

  18. The condom story! You need a "Watch for Falling Puns" sign, ha!! Gutter humor is my very favorite, thanks so much Wendy. I have no idea whatsoever about cars, so my mind is going crazy imagining the thing his condom must have fit around. Especially if, as you say, size matters such a GREAT deal.

    Shiver should be at my front door the day after tomorrow... but it's coming with Catching Fire and there's no way I'll be able to read anything else first!

    Tell Geeky Husband his auto skills are impressive. I'm glad he's such a safe driver hee hee.