Hi, it’s Christina –
Good Morning. Because
Mother Nature is pms-ing again, I’ sitting here in my pajamas, listening to the
snow plough making colossal potholes, drinking a mega mug, and writing this
blog, instead of being on the road to Vermont. This is the second year in a row
this has happened, and as you can probably guess, I’M NOT HAPPY. So I have to
do this hear…
Happy Birthday Baby Girl!
In just a few short hours (10:58) you will no longer be a teenager. I’m so
sorry we couldn’t be with you on your birthday again, but at least this year
you have Tori there to celebrate with you. We’ll see you as soon as we can. We
love you, and hope you have a fun day!
We’re not getting any
significant snow, and neither is Lys, but the path between the two of us is
getting slammed. Now if the kids didn’t have school on Monday, like pretty much
the rest of the country, then I may have attempted the trek. We could have got
there whenever, gotten a hotel for the night, and taken our time for the ride
home on Monday, but we couldn’t.
Our kids lost President’s
Day to the last snowstorm – you remember the one - Juno – the snowpocalypse that only ended up dumping
3” of snow, but they closed the schools the day before because of the 24”-36”
predicted snow. Yeah, that one. Sorry MA readers, I know you got hammered during
Juno, so your school closings were justified, but ours really weren’t.
Not seeing my kids on
their birthday, does not sit well with me. The first time my mother didn’t see
me on my birthday was my 24th, because I was leaving for my
honeymoon; and the next time was for my 40th when Paulie and I were
in New Mexico for our “why the heck did we get married?” weekend. Only twice in
48 years. I have now missed two in 20 years for Lys, and I don’t like it. We
still have a perfect record for PJ and Dani…
I got home from the B&C early yesterday, around 3:30. The snow started around 1:30 and things
slowed down in the shop after that – which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. When
I left we had three mixed flower basket arrangements, two - three red roses and
mixed flowers in a vase arrangements, one - six red roses in a vase arrangement,
one six red/six white rose in a vase being hugged by a teddy bear arrangement,
and two red and white dozen carnation wrapped bouquets left – and that was it. So
only nine last minute shoppers would be able to get something beautiful,
everyone else would have to make do with grocery store flowers.
Can you believe it, my feet
are still aching this morning? Yesterday my back was a little sore, and so were
my legs, but my feet actually hurt. I think I stood more in the past three days
then I have in the past month – over 18 hours of standing. Think about it,
unless you’re a hairdresser or a cashier, you get to sit down for part of your
work day, and hairdressers sometimes get breaks between clients where they can
sit. Not so much in a flower shop. I truly love going in and working for
B&C when they need a hand, but there is no way I would be able to do it all
the time. I guess I’m just too old, too fat and too out of shape to handle it.
Lol.
After things settle down a
little, I’m going to pop back into the shop and snap some pictures. I’ve been
talking about B&C and the folks who work there so much, I thought it would
be appropriate for y’all to “meet” them. The only one who I won’t be able to
get is Nick, because he’s headed back up to school.
As much as I love flowers,
I don’t want them purchased for me. Other than my wedding ring, I don’t wear jewelry
often, so that’s not a good gift. I love chocolate, but I’m trying to lose
weight. I don’t wear perfume. So, as you can see, my hubby doesn’t have it easy
for Valentine’s. This year, my Valentine’s gift from my hubby was a nice
dinner. He made filet mignon wrapped in bacon, sautéed mushrooms and onions, baked
potatoes, broccoli, cauliflower, and candied carrots. It was very yummy, and
the perfect gift.
Okay, off to tackle the
99+ Twitter notifications, then I think I might take a nap. I’m whooped. I hope
you have a fantastic day, and happy writing!
Your
Next Challenge is:
Angry
tears…
You have ten minutes (be
honest). There is no right or wrong, just write. Spelling and punctuation don’t
count, and NO ONE is allowed to criticize what someone else has written. Go.
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