Snowpocalypse

We rarely compose posts together, mostly because we haven’t learned to work well together in writing, which is ironic since this is a marriage blog. But today we’re both contributors to a vaguely entertaining post to help you make it through your separation from all of humanity.

As a girl, I enjoy clean, dry fun. This is unfortunate because snow games don’t generally fall under those two categories. But growing up, my favorite memories of snow involved my dad, my sister, and a big red sled. My grandparents lived over a large hill which was perfect for sledding, and if we couldn’t drive up it, we’d park at the bottom and trudge our way to the top, red noses and oversized boots in tow. Our backyard snow adventures left my mom’s dryer running constantly for days on end, working only to dry us out long enough for us to get soaked again. And as mild and wonderful as our first Dallas winter has been, I must admit that my heart finds itself a bit jealous at the thought of so much snow back home, with days off work and board games and hot chili abounding. While you’re all waiting on the white death, remember to see the beauty in it all. And send us some pics!

I was a little less romantic and a tad more adventurous in my gallanting as a young lad.

My buddies and I would troll our neighborhood snagging icicles, molding snowdrifts, and precisely packing dozens upon dozens upon dozens of snowballs. We’d man our boy-made forts and wait for the signal.

Who were we waging war against? I have absolutely no idea. I think sometimes it was each other, other times an unsuspecting neighborhood family, or, if we were feeling especially dicey our parents as they got home for work.

See for us snow days meant engineering prowess, architectural ingenuity, and utter domination of any and all who would dare enter our fortresses of dominion. Like I said, less romantic than Jen, more adventurous. We’re meeting in the middle now though as I’m now subjected to things like “let’s make a rug out of old skirt material” or “can we read Norah Jones lyrics aloud to each other all day?!?”

Somebody toss an icecicle dagger for me today (at an imaginary intruder of course…not a real person)

What’s your favorite snow memory?

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4 thoughts on “Snowpocalypse”

  1. I miss those days!! And when the big red sled broke…it didn't stop us! We used cardboard boxes to go down the hill! Oh my! And when we attached the sled to the Polaris Ranger and dad and grandpa pulled us around…probably the most fun I have ever had!! But poor mom…

    However, I have to say you're not missing much today. The wind chill is in the negative digits and the weathermen's eyelashes are freezing over with snow! I don't think we would last long out there! Stay warm! Love you both!

  2. Last winter, after the big Christmas Eve snow, my boyfriend and I built a huge snowman, which quickly turned into a snow alien of sorts. Did I mention we did this in the middle of the night? Unfortunately, my brothers stole portions of it for their snow forts.

    Lindsey's right. It's very pretty, but awful to be out in.

  3. I remember by Dad, brother and I and a truck, and a rope, and a car hood, and a cul-de-sac. And then my mom being mad. Oh – and the little CT70 motorcycle. Again, and my mom mad. Dad's the adventurous one. Mom wanted us all inside reading or something like that. Snow days were few and far between as I recall. And i was the mean mom yesterday – didn't let me kids out in it. That -15 windchill scares me. maybe today…

  4. It was our first Christmas in Oklahoma away from all the snow in Colorado but it snowed! My mom and dad suprised us with the best Christmas give I've ever received–a 4-wheeler. We spent the whole day pulling each other on a sled behind the 4-wheeler. It was a complete blast!

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