Snow Day!

As you probably know already, I am not a big fan of snow. I think it is quite annoying actually, but since today was a snow day, I decided to think of some things that I like about snow. 

Tired. 10:45 p.m. Need to sleep; school in the morning. Land line rings; the call we were all waiting for. Rudy comes running up the stairs turning on every single light screaming, “No school JackWagons! Snow day tomorrow!” Somehow my sisters slept through that. I immediately throw my comforter off of me. I grab my glasses, fuzzy blanket, and my slippers and head down stairs. I made myself a cup of peppermint coffee, and settled into Gregory’s recliner. I buried myself in five blankets and enjoyed the heat from the wood-burning stove from our basement. Somewhere in between NCIS reruns and new episodes of Chicago Fire, I drifted off into a peaceful doze. I forgot to put my stupid BreatheRight strip on my nose, so I was snoring like a freaking chain saw.

I was awoken around 4 a.m. when Daddy was leaving for work. I felt him brush my frizzy hair off of my forehead and tell me that he loves me. I replied with a simple, “If you turn that light on again I’m going to kill your family. Love you too.” He laughed and said, “You are my family. Behave yourself today, or you will get your oboe taken away.” (I love the fact that they can’t take away my All-State music anymore.) I said, “Yes Daddy.” Then he left closing the door quietly and locking it behind him.

Then at 6 a.m. Izzy came down and got in the shower. About half hour later, she came out dressed and with her hair and make-up done. I looked at her and laughed. She gave me a look like I was crazy and said, “Stazia, if you don’t get in the shower now, you’re not going to have any time to do your hair.” I laughed again and said, “We don’t have school today you silly jackwagon.”  She rolled her eyes, and then went back to bed.

Around 8 a.m. Momma came down and made breakfast. It was delicious: homemade apple cinnamon oatmeal. Since I don’t appear to have inherited my mother’s height, I hope I inherit her cooking abilities; otherwise I will have a very unhappy family. The girls went out to play in the snow while Rudy carried wood in for the stove and Momma and I cleaned the house.

Now I am enjoying my lazy day. I can’t wait until this weekend when we can go redneck sledding with Daddy. It is so fun! All you need is a four-wheeler, an old car hood, and an old fire hose (a tow-rope works best, but a fire hose and some hay-bail twine work well enough). You lay flat on your stomach on top of the hood, and you basically have nothing to hold on to. Our land is really awesome to do this on, especially the alfalfa field (aka: “the bottom ground”)The corn field is fun as well, but then you have pieces of corn stalks flying up in your face. The pond hasn’t completely frozen yet, so we can go redneck sledding on that.

The best part of redneck sledding is when you get to push your siblings off of the hood as we are going really fast around a corner. All is fair in love and war. Although, my siblings know not to push me off because they are aware that I know all of the good “dumping places” where you could find yourself dumped in a drift over a badger hole.

Redneck sledding has been a tradition in our family for a long time. It is one of those traditions that I hope to keep going forever.