That time the power went out…


I went out Monday evening.  While I was at my friend’s house, her power flickered on and off a few times.  We were a little bit weirded out by it, because the weather was pretty good, and in the middle of February there’s really no reason beyond an ice storm or someone crashing into a hydro pole for the power to go out.

At about 11:15 I decided I really should go home because, well, sometimes I need to sleep to be able to teach well 🙂 …. sometimes.

On my drive back to my neighbourhood, only about 10 minutes away from hers, I come down a hill and to a stop at a T intersection.  Normally this is a pretty well-lit intersection that doesn’t make me think twice about my drive home, even though my neighbourhood is truly not the greatest.

Monday night, though, it was dark.  The street lights weren’t on, and the whole neighbourhood was dark.

As I got closer to my house, I had to very carefully navigate my way through a traffic light that wasn’t working either, just hoping that anyone else approaching it would also treat it as a 4-way stop.

By this point it was clear that the power in my neighbourhood was in fact out.  I had no idea how long, though it was reasonable to assume it had been about an hour, given that that’s when my friend’s power was flickering.  I didn’t yet know what had happened, though.

It’s funny the things we take for granted, having power.  I remembered that I’d left my back porch light on, otherwise it’s hard to see to get the key into the lock on the back door… but it was dark and I had a hard time doing that.  Upon finally getting in the door, my first instinct was to switch on the lights (despite knowing that I had no power).

I checked my phone because, it being my alarm clock, I needed to make sure it could last through the night with no electricity with which to charge it…. sadly, no.  37%.  I used it as a flashlight for a couple minutes which brought it down to 29%.  Because my phone has a flashlight, I don’t actually own one, so…. I should probably fix that at this point.

I got the bright idea to plug my phone into my fully charged laptop, and let it charge off the laptop’s battery — but I also knew that that could only last so long.

My plan when I got home had been to have a shower, hard-boil some eggs so I had lunches for the week, and go to bed.  I couldn’t do any of those things!

With my phone plugged into my computer, I checked Facebook to see if there was any information — apparently a car crashed into a transformer, knocking out the power to my neighbourhood and most of the next one over.

I fumbled around in a drawer to find matches to light a candle so I could leave my phone charging.  This would let me brush my teeth (with a bottle of water, mind you :p ) and get ready for bed.  My thermostat was down to 62º F (16.7º C), which is not a big deal since I enjoy sleeping in the cold, but when it’s 5º F (-15º C) outside, you just know that the 62 isn’t gonna stay there for long.  I bundled up, expecting a cold night, and prayed that my pipes didn’t freeze if the power was off for too long.

Right as I was about to crawl into bed, I heard my refrigerator compressor kick in, then the furnace blower (my furnace is natural gas, so it would stay working, but the blower has no power so it doesn’t throw any heat when the power goes out).  Then I noticed that my laptop was charging.  I quickly got up, cranked the thermostat up so that if the power went out again, at least it had further to fall before it got too cold in my house again, and I jumped in the shower.

I was praying prayers of thankfulness that I didn’t have to suffer too long, and that everything righted itself.

And that’s when it hit me. (I do my best and deepest thinking in the shower…)

Someone crashed their car into a transformer hard enough that power was out all over my neighbourhood for at least 2-3 hours.  I have friends about 5 minutes away who said their furnace didn’t kick in until about 3 hours later than mine did.  The accident happened right in front of my school board’s office, and they didn’t have power back until mid-morning.

It occurred to me that while I was being thankful that my house didn’t get colder than 62º, someone or more than one someone could be in the hospital fighting for their life.  At that point I didn’t know who was in the car or the circumstances of the accident, but I don’t even really think those circumstances matter.  Someone crashed hard enough that they could very well be dead or dying, and I was praying prayers of thanksgiving over my furnace.  Yes, I’m grateful for my furnace working, as I hear burst pipes aren’t the most fun… but I’m also grateful for many other things.  And I felt I had to say a prayer for those potentially injured in this situation.

I also felt strongly that I needed to ask God to protect those who were out in that cold Monday night, worried about more than their pipes freezing, because they don’t even have pipes to freeze.  There have been several nights this winter where the fate of the homeless have been on my mind, because I know I don’t like to be out in that cold very long at all, and I’m usually dressed for it!  I can’t imagine knowing that the temperature is going down to -20º C with a windchill, and that you’ll have to find something to bury yourself under so that the wind doesn’t kill you in your sleep.  I just…. can’t wrap my mind around it.

Anyway, I’m sure there are things I can do, and I’ve been pondering that.  Praying about that.  Thinking on that…. but at the very least on Monday evening, I was whacked in the face with a huge load of perspective.

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#BoycottSochi, #SochiProblems, and other Sochi thoughts


I’ll be honest when I start this off.

I am not a sports fan.

I’m ok with playing some of them — I’ll play volleyball, quite happily.  I love swimming.  I’ve dabbled in snowboarding.  I like to think I’m a runner, even though I haven’t run in months, haha…. I love cardio kick boxing…

But I participate in every single one of those.

I don’t watch sports…… except for every four years in February.  Then… and only then… the PVR needs to be regularly emptied so I can record some more, and I make sure I’ve watched all of the sports that I want to see.  It’s the only time I care about results, scores, whatever…. it’s the Winter Olympics.

This year, they’re being held in Sochi, Russia.  Personally, my patriotic support of the games has never been higher than on the last ones, Vancouver 2010.  That might be my Canadian Passport talking, though.  Plus… there were Inuksuks everywhere, and if I had to pick a symbol of Canada that I love most, it wouldn’t be the maple leaf; It’d be the Inuksuk.

But I digress.

There’s been a lot of controversy over the location of these games.  There are many people out there… I even know some of them… who believe that we shouldn’t be there — that the depth of the inappropriateness, criminal activity, prejudice, and discrimination that happen in Russia in general is too great, and that we as a global community can’t possibly support Russia by showing up for the Olympics.

To be honest, I don’t know that much about what’s been going on.  And that is what’s going to fuel my argument in this debate.

Prior to January 2014, I knew virtually nothing of the conflicts going on in Russia in regard to human rights, gay rights, war crimes… just to name a few.  I’ve had to do some reading.  I’ve been sitting on this post for about a week and a half… and then Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop Prompts came out for this week and gave me the platform to write the back half of the post… and so I sat on it some more.

As food for thought, here are some of the things I read.  Now, I realize that some of the sources here aren’t amazing.  I realize that my search term – “boycott Sochi” – was a very leading search term, and that it’s probably led to some biased results… but… for me, that’s inconsequential.  If that matters to you, you can stop reading right here.  I’m being honest with you so that in the comments, I don’t get blasted for using slightly slanted sources…. plus, as a fair warning, I probably won’t approve any comments that are rude, anyway.  I never do.

Now — here’s my stance.

First of all, the only thing I’d heard about Sochi at all was the anti-gay policies and the eradication of stray dogs.  I’m not minimizing these things at all; They’re awful.  But there are other issues at hand here.  There are all kinds of human rights issues that are massive, all surrounding Russian government.  “Human Rights Watch have documented exploitation of migrant workers in violation of Russian law; evictions of residents without fair compensation and in some cases, with no compensation at all. Many resettled residents lost a portion of their livelihoods; Threats, harassment, and lawsuits of activists and journalists critical of the Games, as well as Russia’s discriminatory anti-LGBT propaganda law.” [Source]

And I think that’s my point…. before the Olympics started, that’s all I’d heard about.  While they aren’t good things, by any stretch of the word, and they aren’t things I want to draw attention away from, there are issues that go so deep in Russia…. that I would never have known about.  Because I wouldn’t have looked.

So yes, I know many people wanted Sochi boycotted.  They wanted The Olympics not to be held on a world stage that’s so fraught with issues deserving of international attention……. but if The Olympics weren’t being held in Sochi, would all of these issues be garnering such international attention?  Or would they have gone on, largely unnoticed, out of the public eye?

I get it.  We don’t want to be supportive of crimes that are being committed what appears to be completely intentionally.  But my argument is, if we boycott and keep international attention out of such places, how can any change be effected?  How will we know?  I wouldn’t have known.  Maybe that’s my own fault, but the point stands.  I would have been completely clueless that most of that was going on in Russia.

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Now that I’ve expressed that, Mama Kat’s prompt that I chose for this week is to choose one Olympic sport we’d like to compete in and explain why.

I can’t choose.  I can’t.  I need two choices!!

I want Slope Style Snowboarding.  And I want Ice Dance.  I want them both.

Why?

Because both of them are beautifully artistic and require incredible athletic ability (neither of which I’m very good at — my art comes out in words, and I’m a super klutz.)

Like I said above, I have dabbled in snowboarding.  I know PRECISELY how difficult it is.  I learned in the Alps in France, and I couldn’t even handle the Bunny Hills.  Wrecked my knee… basically proved for a whole week why I should never strap my feet on top of a waxy board and slide around on slippy snow.  Period.

I have a similar experience on ice.  I think that ice dance is phenomenally, outstandingly…. pulchritudinous (Characterized by or having great physical beauty and appeal ~ because I needed a word that carried more punch than ‘beautiful,’ ‘stunning,’ ‘gorgeous’ etc.)  My heart nearly broke when Tessa and Scott were beaten by Meryl and Charlie and ‘only’ took silver.  I love Tessa and Scott.  I think they should get married and have figure skating prodigies, and I’m super sad at the thought that this is their last Olympics.  I want to a) be in that incredible shape physically, and b) be able to move around on skates while letting go of the boards.  Both of those things would be amazing.

Speaking of figure skating… have you seen this?  I’ve thought pretty much all of these things (27 Things You’re Really Thinking About During Figure Skating)

Those are my sports.  Or, if I was athletic at all… those would be my sports.  But those are my choices 🙂

So there you have it.  Not only would I NOT boycott Sochi, but in an ideal world, I’d be the only athlete to compete in two completely different disciplines.  Everyone was super surprised when Torah Bright of Australia decided to compete in Slope Style, Snowboard Cross, and half pipe…. well I’d compete in Slope Style, then blow the competition off of the frozen water in ice dance.

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Happy Flipping Valentine’s Day


**That title is very much the PG version of what I wanted to call this post… I decided to behave :p**

This year, I’d determined that I was not going to let Valentine’s Day get me down.  I was doing really, really well with that actually until about 1 pm.  I got slammed with a cold.  I was teaching Grade 2 Drama and my head plugged up, I couldn’t finish sentences without sneezing, and the kids were all like “you sound funny!”

I know, right?  Funnier than usual, of course 😉

I’m supposed to be headed away for the weekend, since in Ontario it’s Family Day weekend and it’s a long weekend.  Wooo!  No school on Monday!  I’m picking my brother and his fiancée up on my way, and it’s supposed to be fun.  I was supposed to go away two weekends ago as well, to see a bunch of my Camp peeps… and I got sick then, too.

You see, this is the curse of working with children who don’t blow their noses, who sneeze directly onto my arm without covering my mouth, and who insist on hugging me all. the. time whilst snot drips from their noses.  And you’d think that by Kindergarten, Grade 1, and Grade 2… they’d have figured out that these things are not ok.  Well… some of them haven’t.  They share their germs quite freely.  I’ve been sick off and on since November…. more on… but I digress.

I was having a really good Valentine’s Day until I got sick, and then came home and opened Facebook.  I should have known better than to open Facebook when I was already feeling icky, but Facebook did me in.  When I opened it up, I found that….

  • Several of my friends received beautiful bouquets of roses today
  • Several of my friends are going out for lovely dinners this evening
  • Some of my friends are going out with their friends to celebrate their singleness together (which I’d totally be doing if not for the snot coming out of my own nose… bahaha)
  • Many of my friends are chilling with their kids
  • Every blog I follow has posted about Valentine’s Day… all week.
  • A friend’s Dad drove all the way out to her home to deliver her flowers, a Starbucks card, and a card just for her.  My heart melted.
  • One friend has posted honeymoon pictures

Now, this side of a spoonful of Buckley’s, I have a bit of a better perspective.

I love my God, my friends, my family, my job, my students, my house, pretty much my life… I don’t need to be upset because I lack any of the things in that point form list on Valentine’s Day for a couple of reasons.

  1. It’s one day a year, and it’s highly over-commercialized …. therefore its sole purpose isn’t for love, it’s for money.
  2. I was completely content with everything in my life … um… yesterday.  So this is silly.
  3. I am genuinely happy that all of the people in my life have things that they can look at and be truly thankful for.  We’re all blessed.

So instead of burying myself under my blankets and crying or moping about the things I don’t have, I choose to be thankful for the many, MANY things I DO have.  I think that I will go to the store, and I will buy some conditioner (I’m almost out, and I’m going away all weekend.  Bad news bears.), and then I will hit the Tim Horton’s Drive Thru for some soup.  What else would any good Canadian girl do when she’s not feeling well?  If it can’t be cured by Timmy’s Chicken Noodle and some Buckley’s, you might as well buy a gravestone.

This post was brought to you by Buckley’s — the giver of perspective (because it’s the clearer of heads).  Also brought to you with indirect support from Tim Horton’s and WordPress.

Are YOU my husband?


When I was younger, this book came out called Are You My Mother?  I thought it came out much earlier than it did… my experience reading it must have been to groups of young children… because it came out when I was in Grade 8 so I guess it’s not something that my Mom would have read to me.

Anyway, if you haven’t read it, the premise of the book is this:  This baby bird starts to hatch, and its mother decides it’s going to need something to eat when it comes out.  Well wouldn’t you know it, after the mother bird has flown off to get ready to feed her baby, the egg hatches, and this poor baby bird wonders where its mother is.  He winds up out of the nest, hopping around like the precious, lost little baby bird that he is, and he hops up to many things, asking “Are you my Mother?”  The dog says no, the construction equipment says no… pretty much everything says no.

To be truthful, I honestly can’t even remember how the story ends… so you’ll have to watch it yourself…

I was talking to someone yesterday, and we were talking about being single and online dating a little bit.  I asked her if she ever feels like every time she goes somewhere new, she’s sizing up who’s in the room, wondering if she might meet her husband there.

I’ll confess I’ve done it.  I don’t do it all the time, thankfully… I think that’d drive me over the edge… but I’ve done it.

I compared it while talking with her to that little baby bird… I sometimes feel like I hop from new setting to new setting, and like maybe I’m sending off this “Are you my husband??” vibe to every single man in the room.  I don’t mean to, but it’s hard sometimes not to be thinking ‘maybe I’ll meet my husband here!’

It’s funny though, because I have actually never been more content with being single than I am right now (we’ll see how I feel in ten months when I turn 30, haha), but those habits are so engrained that it’s hard to convince my brain that we’re not on the lookout for the first man with no ring.

And… to end this post on kind of a bummed out note… I thought that this analogy — my comparison of myself to the baby bird in Are You My Mother? — was really original.  I found it extremely humorous… and I had a brief moment this afternoon while thinking through this post in my head where I thought it’d be kind of neat to write a book in the same style as Are You My Mother? but change it to Are You My Husband? and kind of make fun of myself in the process in a children’s-book style.

I went to Amazon though to find Are You My Mother? to link into this post…. and I found this brilliant, yet terribly disappointing gem called Are You My Boyfriend?

Not gonna lie…. I might buy it.

Split Perspectives ~ Snow Day


I woke up this morning to the abrasive sound of my obnoxious text message ring tone, twenty five minutes before my alarm was supposed to go off.  It was my student teacher.

“I heard on the radio that all buses were canceled today, so I looked on the board website and it says all schools are closed and the transportation is canceled… what does that mean??”

At 6:35 am, my heart exploded with joy.

“Michaela* my dear, it means go back to bed!”

And that’s what I did.  I got up, went to the bathroom, and then crawled back into my warm, toasty bed.  The dog didn’t even stir… she stayed curled up in a tight little ball at the foot of my bed.

IMG_3081*(this picture was taken later, after I woke back up… it was dark when I went back to bed the first time :p)*

Sure, before I fell back into a blissful sleep, I updated Facebook and texted a few of my coworkers to make sure they knew, but I mostly drifted back into a lovely, deep sleep.

I slept until 10:30, then did a few things around the house before going out to tackle the mess that the overnight snow had made of my driveway and sidewalk.  While I was out, I was very grateful (for one of the only times this winter) that it has been so frigid outside.  When it’s not frigid, the snow comes down heavy and thick, full of moisture, and it takes forever to move with a shovel.  Every time that kind of snow shows up, I’m always just a little envious of the neighbours beside and across from me who have snow blowers.  Today, though, the snow slid almost effortlessly across the pavement of the driveway and the sidewalk, and the only trouble I had while shoveling was that I’m starting to now know where to PUT the shoveled snow.

While shoveling, my trusty Canada Post mail carrier came and dropped off my mail, right into my mailbox, her head bopping along to some presumably rocking tunes, and then she plodded on through the piles of unshoveled snow and the snow banks to finish her route.  She moved quickly and with purpose, I’m sure partly because it’s a big job but also because it was freezing cold out this afternoon.  At -16, feels like -25, I’d hustle too.  I thanked her, but I don’t think she heard me through the headphones.

When I was done shoveling, I took my phone out to the snow hill I’ve been creating in the front lawn, I flopped into the fluffy powder, and I took some selfies.  (If you haven’t seen that video I linked there on the word Selfie, please take 8 minutes and watch it.  It’s great.)  Then I took the pooch into the backyard and we played!  We played fetch with some sticks, with some tennis balls she found buried in the snow, and just with the snow in general.  Her favourite game is when I kick snow in her face, and she tries to catch it.  No joke… she’ll just stand in front of me and stare until I kick snow in her face.

IMG_3032 IMG_3039 IMG_3050IMG_3017The rest of the afternoon I’ve spent chilling.  I watched a movie, and now here I am.  Blogging.

WordPress’s Weekly Writing Challenge this week is to write a story from multiple perspectives.  So here are a couple more Snow Day perspectives!

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Christine’s alarm went off at 6:45 am.  Time to get up, get the kids ready for school, and get to work.  She got dressed slowly.  She was exhausted from the day before.  Working two jobs to pay for private school and the after school care necessary to let her work two jobs was set to kill her, she was sure.

‘Only a matter of time,’ she thought, as she plodded into the kitchen.  She switched the news on in the living room to listen to the weather as she made lunches before waking the kids up.

“All schools closed and all transportation canceled due to inclement weather.”

“NO!” Christine ran to the window.  “I have to go to work!”

Sure enough, the phone rang a minute later.  It was Jen, calling her part of the private school phone tree to let Christine know that because the public schools were closed, so were they.

“Do you want to take my kids for the day?” sighed Christine.  “I have to go to work, and my parents are in Jamaica.”

“I can’t!  I’m so sorry!”

“That’s ok… I guess I was kidding,” Christine sighed.  “I’ll find somewhere for them to go.”

She called all around, finally finding another Mom who happened to be able to work from home.  They had daughters in the same class, and Sheila was happy to take Christine’s daughters until 3:30, when the babysitter would pick them up from Sheila’s.

Christine woke her girls up, got them dressed, packed them games and some snacks, and dropped them off at Sheila’s before heading off to her first job — delivering mail for Canada Post.  She liked the job, but it was awfully cold outside and she dreaded the fact that as she started, she doubted many houses would have shoveled their sidewalks, driveways, and porches yet.  It was going to be a long day.  Waitressing to finish off the night would be busy, she was sure.  No one ever wants to cook on snow days.  It always seems like a good day to go out.

Christine picked Samantha and Luke up from the babysitter’s at 7:30.  She took them home, gave them baths, and put them to bed.  She flopped into bed herself and read until she fell asleep.  What a long day.

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Madeleine woke up to her blaring alarm at 5:15 am.  She had her math exam at 10, and even though she went to bed at 2 for all the studying she’d been doing, she sincerely felt like she needed to study some more.

“Don’t over study,” her teacher had explained.  But he didn’t get it.  He didn’t know how much anxiety and stress this stupid exam was causing her.  He didn’t understand how difficult she found math.  He just didn’t see the hours she spent crying in frustration over her homework.  He didn’t get that no matter how hard she tried, she just wasn’t going to understand it.

She thought if she could just study for a couple more hours, she might get it.  She might be able to handle this.  She downed a protein shake, and by 5:30, she had set everything out at the kitchen table, ready to study.  She crammed everything she could into her brain for an hour and a half, and then started to gather her stuff up to go have a shower and be ready to catch the bus to school.  Her Mom came out of her parents’ bedroom with a big smile on her face.

“Honey,” she exclaimed!  “It’s a snow day!  Sweetie, you can go back to sleep!”

Madeleine burst into tears.  Everything she’d just crammed into her brain would not be there tomorrow, and she’d have to do this all over again.  She hated how hard math was, and she ran to her bedroom in tears to curse this stupid snow day.  No one got it, not even her Mom.  She cried herself into a fitful sleep, knowing she’d just have to keep at it whenever she woke up.

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Please note that Michaela is a made up name for a real person, and that Christine, Jen, Samantha, Luke, Sheila, Madeleine, and her Mom are all fictional characters invented for the sole purpose of this writing prompt.  I made them up.  Cool, huh?  This is my brain not on report cards.

Perspective: My Love-Hate Relationship with Driving


Today’s WordPress Prompt asked us to talk about something that drives us crazy, and then something that makes us happy.  The end result should be finding out if the thing that makes us happy changes our perspective on the thing that drives us crazy.

To be truthful, I’m having trouble conceptualizing how I would link two completely different things together and see if one would change my perspective on the other.  For example, my initial thought was that centipedes drive me crazy…. because they do…. and that I love playing the violin… but I can’t come up with ANY way that loving to play the violin would make me ‘appreciate’ a centipede.  None.

I decided to take this spin on it:

Sometimes, other drivers drive me crazy.  This is not to say that I’ve never made a mistake driving, because I certainly have.  But yesterday morning, for example, I was cut off by a woman making a left turn out of a Tim Horton’s parking lot, and she just smiled and waved at me as she did it, as if I’d been nice and let her in.  I hadn’t, though I normally do if I can… but I didn’t have the space in this instance.  In fact, I had to slam on my brakes so hard to avoid slamming into her car as she did it, that the contents of my purse landed on the floor of the passenger side when it fell upside down off the seat.

BUT

The fact that I absolutely love driving, and the fact that I’m able to and have a car to do so in… it shifted my perspective a bit.  Well, more so than a violin can shift my perspective about centipedes…. I digress.

I love driving.  I love being able to go from place to place …. where I want to, when I want to… I can go see my parents.  I can leave town to go shopping.  I do what I want.  I do what I need to.  I can help others by doing the same… going where is needed.  My car is in good shape, it’s pretty fuel efficient, and being a hatchback, it has phenomenal trunk space when the back seats are folded down.

Perspective Shift:  As much as other peoples’ bad driving habits drive me crazy sometimes, as I’m sure my bad habits drive others crazy…. As much as that is true… I am so thankful that I have a car, that I’m able to drive, and that I can do so freely.

The end.

A Different Perspective


I woke up this morning, and it was difficult to do.  I was pretty much just “not in the mood to get up.”  I concocted a bunch of reasons not to drag myself out of bed until 8:04 am….. trust me, that made getting to work at 8:25 tricky.  I made it, but barely.  I had gotten up at 7:30 to let the dog out (and that would have been plenty of time), but I found this….

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I know, I know… that’s nothing.  Welcome to my little banana belt pocket of South-Western Ontario.  Other spots get pounded with lake effect snow, and we get quite literally a dusting… and one that only lasts in the shade beyond 10 am.

But to say I loathe the stuff is generally an understatement.

I was out the other night letting the pooch go pee one more time before bed, and it had just snowed… I had to admit the smell of the freshly fallen (even smaller amount than that) of snow was kind of exhilarating… it kind of smelled like Christmas.  I’m trying not to admit that too loudly… though I guess I just did just display it for the internet to see.

Before dragging myself out of bed at 8:04, I uploaded that picture to Facebook, as well as posting a plea as my status for someone to give me five good reasons to leave the house because I couldn’t come up with any.  I was really looking for reasons to get out of bed, but at the time I was disinclined to admit that I was still in bed at 8 am.

My Facebook status plea was met with nothing less than hilarity.

Here are the reasons I should leave the house:

Andrew:  A mad leprechaun is standing right outside your front door with a stick of TNT getting ready to blow the joint.

A colossal marshmallow giant is getting ready to use your house as a golf tee, he’s using motorhomes as his golf balls, get out now.

Hercules himself is getting ready to use your house for shot-put practice

Your house stands in the flight path of a swarm of parasitic carpenter ants that devour all products made from wood or synthetic wood, your house is next

A local restaurant in your area is giving away what they call free scholarships for living, essentially free money for the rest of your life, all you have to do is show up at their door step and play the fiddle for an hour

Madison replies:  Looks like Andrew just about covered your five reasons, but most importantly you need to go to work to pay for your house, otherwise you will lose your house, and have to be outside ALL the time.

Me:  LOL this is what I call perspective!!!! Thanks, guys!!

Andrew:  You also just got a summons to become the teal power ranger. With great power, comes great costuming.

Me:  bahahaha YES! Now THAT, Andrew, THAT I will leave the house for

Andrew:  Not to mention that your house stands right in the migratory path of a herd of unicorns, you need to see the herd of unicorns.

Oh and a giant talking spinach has just started sprouting in your neighbors front yard. Talking spinaches, while they can be quite condescending, are nevertheless a joy to talk too

Also, a giant, flying St Bernard has just landed two doors down from you. Flying dog… need I say more?

Finally, a dancing bowl of jello will only tango with you if you take it to the beach. You do not under any circumstances want to disappoint a dancing bowl of jello. They are extremely difficult to please once they have been rejected.

Sooooo there you have it.  That’s my perspective that came throughout the day today… that knocked me out of my funk and reminded me that a little bit of snow is not worth making me sad and moody.  I’m thankful for my friends who can turn anything into fun and always know how to make me laugh.

When your attitude is bad, all it takes is the sense of humour of a few funny friends to shake you loose.