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SNOW!!!!!
So it's been an interesting week of what I like to call Snowpacalpse 2011! It's certainly not one I would have foreseen when I packed up my two dogs and went to stay with my grandmother. Sure, they were predicting snow and ice. I'd made the trusty grocery run, not to mention the school system I teach in(think extreme mountain roads, curves, etc) had already called off school for Monday and Tuesday.
But what no one really could foresee would be how the temperatures would not get above freezing all week, and we'd be STUCK! *flails hands and runs around the room* Yep, that's right. I've been snowbound since Sunday night until I chipped out of the ice today.
Yeah, the South just doesn't quite do snow well. I think this picture sums it up pretty well!!
And they're really not joking about us having so few plows!
Or this guy who made an ice rink out of one end of Peachtree Street in Atlanta
But I digress.
This week on Flashback Friday we want to hear about your Snow Day memories. Can you remember as a child what it felt like when you would hear your county had called off school for the day? Oh, I can....in fact, I still feel that way! I just wonder if my teachers hoped, prayed and did snow dances quite like I do....
What about the Blizzard of 93'? Oh yeah, I have not so fond memories of it. Try a massive oak tree falling over a power line and knocking out the power. At the time, we didn't have a fireplace, so we were forced to refugee to local National Guard Armory. Desert Storm vehicles came to pick us up, and we spent the night on cots in a mass room of people. It really made you feel homeless. But the epic of embarrassment to my uptight 8th grade self occurred when we made it to the armory and stepped out of the Desert Storm vehicles. That's when a local news crew shoved a camera and a mic in our faces. Let's just say I was NOT camera best in my two layers of clothes, no makeup, and unwashed air. Not how you want to be caught at that age!! When the snow finally melted and we went back to school, some people in homeroom were like, "Hey, didn't I see you on television?" I played dumb and said, "I have no idea what your talking about!!
So tell us your favorite snow day memories, or tell us how you've been surviving Snowpacalypse 2011!!!
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My county? My county didn't decide if we had, off, my school would, and my school was notorious for closing down the least amount of times in a year. Oh the memories of waiting for that school name to pop up on the bottom of the screen... waiting, waiting, waiting... through all the schools that start with "St" all the way to the end... then back to the "A's" and it's almost there... almost there.... and... commercial.
Last year was a good year for snow though. My senior year of high school. Seniors are not obligated to make up snow days at the end of the year, so I welcomed the 20-something feet of snow we got. Although I wasn't too fond of all the "Weekend" snow storms that closed down all my school band events.
I was only a year or 2 old in '93. As for the snowpacalypse this year, I work in a grocery store, and let me just say, it's not fun having long lines of full carts at 10pm the night before, despite the fact that the store is out of bread and milk.
Our snow this year was epic with 6-8" My mom's cat would go out and immediately come back in, over and over until mom finally left him out for 15 minutes at 11pm on Wednesday. When she opened the door, he raced in, stopping long enough to growl at her as if to say, "screw you."
My friend's cat, an escape artist, was allowed to "escape" Instead of bolting, as usual, he stopped when the snow covered his legs and gingerly backed up and into the house. It was hilarious.
'93 - I don't remember much, except being glad there was no school. I was always one of the first to know if there was no school, because the superintendent would call my dad to get his opinion on canceling and I'd call all of my friends to tell them before it was announced.
I live in Australia, away from the mountains. We don't get snow down here. We have to go chasing after snow. Once we went to the mountains when I was little, my snowsuit tucked into my gumboots and sealed off with duct tape to keep the snow out. I was in red and my little brother in blue. We held snowballs and realized they weren't as fun as they seemed on TV. They were cold and wet and I was far too clumsy to throw them.
In the blizzard of '93, I had just moved to Atlanta and was living with my best friend's parents. I had a first date with a guy I met at a party the weekend before and as I was getting ready to go, my best friend's mom said, "You might want to take your toothbrush and your contact lens stuff." And I, blushing furiously, said, "No, no. It's not that kind of thing."
She explained that snow was expected and I might be stuck. Better to be safe than sorry. I was skeptical, but threw a backpack in my car.
The date lasted 3 days. Longest first date ever. He let me have the bed and he took the couch, but he had this little white yappy dog that slept on the pillow and licked my hair.
I only remember one snow day, and it wasn't official. The bus driver just gave up and took us home after getting stuck for the fifth time. How much snow did we have? I could walk off the roof of our two-story house onto the snow banks. Yup. Mountains of Utah=no snow days but plenty of snow.
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