I usually try to be all cheery, and positive. Self serving, pity parties are just not my thing. Well, sorry folks, here comes a Dennis Miller-ish rant!
Woke up to our first lovely snow of the season. It usually snows by early December in our neck of the Oklahoma woods, but we've had a dry winter. I think it might just be a magical, crystal, dusting over the landscape ,since school was not called off, so I skiddadle off to work whistling a happy tune. The students were in frozen, freak out mode. They all wanted to be out in it. I eventually get the class I was sub-ing for under control, and pulled away from the cold windows.
Within a few hours my husband calls my cell to let me know that he slid off the road in his U.P.S truck, but he was ok. Literally, as I'm speaking to him, telling him that he needs to be ready to bail out of it in case someone else comes down the same hill, out of control, he starts yelling, "OH MY GOSH, oh gosh, a semi's coming!!!!" I freak out, and am frantically telling him to get out of the way! It was like he was running from a bomb that was ready to go off, while we were on the phone!
His truck gets smashed into a tree and pushed up in the air, but thankfully, he got out of the way of the fuel tanker that railed into his truck---yes, a fuel tanker! He assured me that he was ok, but that still didn't help me from thinking what could have happened. I then start worrying about Forrest, who was sitting in English class at TCC in Tulsa. I wanted him home now.
The end of the school day rolls around, the roads clear a bit, so I run to the post office to get some stamps. I reach into my bag to retrieve my wallet, and it's not there. My wallet apparently got stolen that afternoon. There was no cash in my wallet at the time, but there were credit cards,my license, etc. Back home I go to place a stop on all my personal items. I then sit and pout, but am happy that Forrest made it home from school on the bad roads. He gets a hug.
Not a good day---
It's 10:00 at night. Monty just walked in the door from his U.P.S. route, (they got him another truck, and sent him back out, because the package delivery show had to go on.) He gets a hug!
I'm sitting here thinking what a bad day, but trucks and credit cards can be replaced, people cannot.
I usually make snow angels when it's a winter wonderland in Oklahoma, but tomorrow I think I'm going to go out to throw some snowballs, so if you're in my line of fire, you'd better watch out!
My great grandma came to America on a boat from Norway, and great grandpa came from Sweden...they settled in Wisconsin. How did I not get a love for snow? It just didn't happen. I do like the Packers though~
Be careful out there all!