I just wanted to post a quick note to say THANK YOU for the response to my free printable below. I’ve been completely shocked at how many times it has been downloaded! I sincerely hope the stickers bring a little bit of light and motivation to your week. I know I love seeing them in my planner! Speaking of which, I need to print out and whip up some more.
Mother Nature is back at it for Snowmageddon, Part Deaux! Or Snowpocalypse 2, SnowJam Part 2…whatever you want to call it, we’ve been slammed, again. This time around, however, preparedness has ridden the line of paranoia for the last week, in my opinion. As soon as the mere possibility of snow and ice was reported, the region reacted. Afterall, who would want a repeat of the mess that happened a mere two weeks ago? Things are a titch different this time, thankfully. As far as I know, there were no children stuck at school – how could they have been; school was cancelled early on Monday for Tuesday and Wednesday. This was a bit of overkill, as all it did on Tuesday was rain. Today, Wednesday, there’s no way anybody should be going anywhere, as it snowed and sleeted overnight, then promptly froze on the ground. But at least it started overnight, when most people were home, as opposed to the middle of the day.
I’m prepared for the onslaught of jokes about how we Southerners just don’t know how to handle bad weather. It’s inevitable. When you hear words such as “catastrophic” and even “biblical” being used on the news to describe a storm, it’s just opening us up for ridicule. Southerners, though, take it in stride. Sure, there was panic beforehand. The grocery stores were packed on Monday, pictures of empty milk coolers and bread shelves floated around Facebook and Instagram, My kids and I ventured out on Tuesday to pick up some non-essential items such as chocolate chips and goldfish food, and I had a nice chuckle at this one:
My Publix had milk and bread, but if you wanted chicken, you were out of luck. Southerners: if the lights go out, we can still barbecue!
But my favorite part of “weather events” like this are the memes, I must admit. Here are a few favorites:
Some important things to remember through all of this: stay positive, keep things light, and remember to laugh. It’ll be 70 again next week. Seriously.
I get it. Southerners are generally the laughing-stock of the nation, for more than a few reasons. Every winter we go through the same thing anytime there’s even a hint of snow in the forecast. Most of the time those forecasts never come to fruition, but it seems like every 3 or 4 years, we get slammed. And when we get slammed, boy do we get slammed. Snow Jam 2014 is no exception.
I’m not going to go into the politics of this mess, or who may or may not be to blame, but I will say this: We all knew it was coming. We all saw the weather reports. I have to admit, I never expected to see it get as bad as it did, and I’m very thankful that my family and friends were all safe, even if they didn’t make it home. I’m so glad I was able to get my children and get home before things got really bad. It took my husband almost 4 hours to drive what would normally be a 20-minute commute. A neighbor abandoned his car and walked 11 miles because it was quicker than driving. Another neighbor ended up spending the night in a hotel lobby because she couldn’t get home, and there were no more rooms. There was even a baby born on the interstate because they couldn’t get to the hospital. A BABY. On a gridlocked interstate. You know it’s a crisis when there’s a baby born in the middle of the chaos.
If you’re from any part of the country other than the South, you don’t understand, plain and simple. Two inches of snow is nothing to those areas that have snow every year, and have the equipment to deal with it. I’m from Pennsylvania, where I remember going to school in 3 feet of snow. No, I didn’t have to walk very far, but those school buses had chains on the tires and drivers who knew how to deal with that weather. Now living in the Atlanta suburbs, I get tired of seeing and hearing people saying “I’m from the North, I know how to drive in this *insert expletive*”. You don’t. You don’t know how to drive in this mess, unless you learned to drive on frozen Lake Michigan or some other sheet of ice. The problem with snow here is that it turns into ice. Fast. So shut your pieholes. And we don’t like your haughty attitude, either, thankyouverymuch. Southerners are polite and all, but there is a breaking point.
I will say, that in the aftermath of people being stranded on roads for 12+ hours and children being stuck at school overnight, I’m proud to be an Atlantan. There were so many Good Samaritans who out of the kindness of their hearts went out in freezing weather to try and help those in need. They passed out blankets, food, hot chocolate, water, coffee, diapers, and many opened their homes to complete strangers for the night.
Two days after the storm, things are still a mess. People are still rounding up their abandoned cars, while the people in charge are pointing fingers everywhere else. Roads are still icy, people are still recovering from various ordeals resulting from the storms, schools were cancelled for another day. Let’s hope we all learned something from this fiasco, and if, God forbid, the zombie apocalypse really does come to Atlanta, we’ll be better prepared.
I have nothing against turtles, really I don’t. I actually kind of like them. Well, sea turtles anyway. Whenever we go to St. Simons Island, we hop over to Jekyll Island and visit the Georgia Sea Turtle Center. I have a t-shirt. I have a hat. The kids have stuffed sea turtles, and we even have a Turtle tag on the front of our van. We’ve talked about “adopting” a sea turtle at the Center’s hospital to help support it’s treatment. But if you asked me 2 weeks ago if I wanted to have a turtle in my house, you would have gotten a firm “NO”.
Enter my son’s Pre-K teacher. One morning as I was dropping him off, giving hugs and so on, I heard his teacher talking to another mom, and I could tell they were talking about turtles, but wasn’t paying that close attention. Then she looked at me and asked if my boy would want a turtle. A turtle? Sure! We love turtles, so of course he would love a turtle toy, especially a stuffed one. So I nodded, and said, Oh yeah, that would be fun. So she ran out of the door and caught that other mom, telling her to bring it at pick-up time in the afternoon. She comes back and says something I didn’t quite catch, like she’ll bring it and it’s box and stuff in the afternoon. At that point, by brain clicked on, and I said, Oh, wait, you mean a LIVE turtle? She says, yeah, is that a problem? Ummmm….
So, we have a turtle. In the house. And, I have to admit, it’s pretty darn cute. The kids have determined that it’s a girl, so her name is CeCe. She came to us in a little plastic box with about an inch of water, a couple of rocks, and some aquarium gravel. Word spread throughout our extended family, and I was quickly informed by my sister-in-law, the turtle expert (apparently), that we now owned a Red-Eared Slider, that the gravel would have to come out, it needed a bigger home with lights and plants and a “basking” rock. A what? She sent me pictures of her setup, and I immediately thought: I should have kept my big mouth shut.
We managed to keep CeCe alive for a week, then we decided that we should probably do something about her living situation. Luckily, the pet store actually has people that know about these things, and even have an “Aquatic Turtle Kit”, complete with everything turtle-dumb people need. Put it on plastic, please.
After some rearranging and managing to keep the kids calm and their hands out of the turtle aquarium, CeCe was in her new home. She seems to love it. She stretches out on that basking rock and stays there all day, nice and toasty under the heat lamp. She swims around and plays in the stream from the filter, hangs out on the rocks we took from her old home (note: not the gravel). I’ve become a turtle person. I’ve sent pictures of the turtle to my parents and other extended family. The family turtle expert approves.