there's snow, and then there's SNOW
Dec. 25th, 2002 11:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fearlesstempIt's crazy here! Two feet already and still stuff coming down and, of course, I have a job interview tomorrow morning! For a job I don't particularly want (it's a secretarial position with a long commute at a place where a friend of mine worked and hated, not to mention the fact that the job description asked for candidates who could "think outside the secretarial box," which could mean more autonomy or, you know, more waiting on higher-ups hand and foot), but, you know. I should probably go. I will have to dig out the moderately ghetto electric blue station wagon since it has not earned a place in the garage, and conceivably do something with my hair, and allow extra time for the commute because who knows how the roads will be, so I guess I should leave for my 10AM interview in about twenty minutes.
Ooh, maybe they'll be closed! It would be like a snow day. That would be nice.
Also Re: Interview -- Have chosen new Interview Outfit as the outfit I've worn to the past two interviews has done me no good! It must scream Unqualified, Unskilled Slacker or something. Because really, that's gotta be the reason someone wouldn't want to hire me! It couldn't be *me* as an individual, my skills, my talents, my personality! It must be my clothes! Perhaps I need new shoes.
Anyway, all my previous excitement over the snow is pretty much gone now. Or it should be, since I spent an hour this evening shoveling the front walk and will be doing more shoveling tomorrow, no doubt. But I still maintain a childish excitement over the fact that there's snow! And it's so pretty! And soft! Which is good for those of us who fall down a lot!
I, naturally, fell down while shoveling, but this was absolutely Not My Fault. I was clearing off the front stoop and kind of forgot where the stoop ended and the rest of the lawn began and stepped out into nothing but snow and fell a few feet. Again, soft snow, so there were no major injuries, save my snow-soaked jeans. And I did a truly excellent job clearing off the front stoop, if I do say so myself (and I do). Not that it means much, since the snow's still coming down and my handiwork will likely mean nothing tomorrow.
Went down for the Christmas Day gathering with my father's family this afternoon, which was a good time. Escaped all lectures until the very end, when my grandfather pinned my brother and me down by the door with Lecture #35B - You Should Really Go To Church, It Doesn't Cost Anything (HaHa). It may sound familiar; it's closely related to Lecture #35A - You Should Really Go To Church, It's Only An Hour Of Your Week And God Gave You Your Whole Life YOU SHOULD BE GRATEFUL, YOU HEATHENS!!! I think he went for Lecture B in light of the holiday, trying to keep things peppy.
For those of you playing along at home, there were no mentions of the joint campaign of the homosexuals and abortionists to take over the media (and then the WORLD!!), though a tiny plastic fetus was discovered in my grandfather's Kleenex Box. A good weapon in Stealth Freaking Outage, because at first you were all "Oh, it's the Jesus from the Nativity Scene!" and then you were all "Hey, there's a cord hanging from its OH MY GOD!!"
All in all, it was a nice day, except for the whiteout conditions on the roadways. But we made it home alive.
Christmas evening was nice. After Jim, my father, and I tag-teamed it with the snow removal on the driveway and front walkway, Jim and Dad hunkered down with some straight-from-the-can Lasagna (I know, how ew is that? But I can't really criticize.) while Mom and I broke out the Kraft Spirals Mac and Cheese Dinner (Why I can't criticize other people's culinary choices). Continuing with the gender divide, Jim and Dad played chess in the family room while Mom and I indulged ourselves in the Trading Spaces marathon for a bit, and then happened upon what is, quite possibly, one of the worst television movies ever. Naturally, I love it, and was SO EXCITED to see it on, to the point that I threatened to withhold birthday presents for The Brother (whose birthday is tomorrow) if he put up any more of a stink over having to watch it.
The movie was Borrowed Hearts, starring Roma Downey, Eric McCormack, Hector Elizondo, and quite possibly the most annoying child actor in the history of time. Now, it should be noted that I'm not usually annoyed by child actors! I love kids! I like to cut child actors a lot of slack, since they are kids first and actors second and I don't particularly like saying mean things about kids! But there's just something about the little girl in this movie that makes me think the most mean thoughts about her character. I kind of hate myself for it. Why do I watch the movie? You are undoubtedly asking yourself this (that is, of course, assuming you've made it this far into the post) -- the answer is that I really don't know. I've watched it every Christmas since it was made, and every time I watch it I am blown away by its suckiness, Eric McCormack's extremely bad hair, and Roma Downey's barely-there American accent. But turning it off is just so Not An Option.
And so I watched, cringed, guiltily enjoyed it, and my Christmas was complete.
And oh, how time flies when you're rambling about holiday happenings! It's past my bedtime if I want to get up in time to clear off my car, which I really don't, so I'll probably end up reading Harry Potter fanfiction for a good spell before going to bed. I am so very week and so very predictable.
I hope everyone had a lovely day.
Ooh, maybe they'll be closed! It would be like a snow day. That would be nice.
Also Re: Interview -- Have chosen new Interview Outfit as the outfit I've worn to the past two interviews has done me no good! It must scream Unqualified, Unskilled Slacker or something. Because really, that's gotta be the reason someone wouldn't want to hire me! It couldn't be *me* as an individual, my skills, my talents, my personality! It must be my clothes! Perhaps I need new shoes.
Anyway, all my previous excitement over the snow is pretty much gone now. Or it should be, since I spent an hour this evening shoveling the front walk and will be doing more shoveling tomorrow, no doubt. But I still maintain a childish excitement over the fact that there's snow! And it's so pretty! And soft! Which is good for those of us who fall down a lot!
I, naturally, fell down while shoveling, but this was absolutely Not My Fault. I was clearing off the front stoop and kind of forgot where the stoop ended and the rest of the lawn began and stepped out into nothing but snow and fell a few feet. Again, soft snow, so there were no major injuries, save my snow-soaked jeans. And I did a truly excellent job clearing off the front stoop, if I do say so myself (and I do). Not that it means much, since the snow's still coming down and my handiwork will likely mean nothing tomorrow.
Went down for the Christmas Day gathering with my father's family this afternoon, which was a good time. Escaped all lectures until the very end, when my grandfather pinned my brother and me down by the door with Lecture #35B - You Should Really Go To Church, It Doesn't Cost Anything (HaHa). It may sound familiar; it's closely related to Lecture #35A - You Should Really Go To Church, It's Only An Hour Of Your Week And God Gave You Your Whole Life YOU SHOULD BE GRATEFUL, YOU HEATHENS!!! I think he went for Lecture B in light of the holiday, trying to keep things peppy.
For those of you playing along at home, there were no mentions of the joint campaign of the homosexuals and abortionists to take over the media (and then the WORLD!!), though a tiny plastic fetus was discovered in my grandfather's Kleenex Box. A good weapon in Stealth Freaking Outage, because at first you were all "Oh, it's the Jesus from the Nativity Scene!" and then you were all "Hey, there's a cord hanging from its OH MY GOD!!"
All in all, it was a nice day, except for the whiteout conditions on the roadways. But we made it home alive.
Christmas evening was nice. After Jim, my father, and I tag-teamed it with the snow removal on the driveway and front walkway, Jim and Dad hunkered down with some straight-from-the-can Lasagna (I know, how ew is that? But I can't really criticize.) while Mom and I broke out the Kraft Spirals Mac and Cheese Dinner (Why I can't criticize other people's culinary choices). Continuing with the gender divide, Jim and Dad played chess in the family room while Mom and I indulged ourselves in the Trading Spaces marathon for a bit, and then happened upon what is, quite possibly, one of the worst television movies ever. Naturally, I love it, and was SO EXCITED to see it on, to the point that I threatened to withhold birthday presents for The Brother (whose birthday is tomorrow) if he put up any more of a stink over having to watch it.
The movie was Borrowed Hearts, starring Roma Downey, Eric McCormack, Hector Elizondo, and quite possibly the most annoying child actor in the history of time. Now, it should be noted that I'm not usually annoyed by child actors! I love kids! I like to cut child actors a lot of slack, since they are kids first and actors second and I don't particularly like saying mean things about kids! But there's just something about the little girl in this movie that makes me think the most mean thoughts about her character. I kind of hate myself for it. Why do I watch the movie? You are undoubtedly asking yourself this (that is, of course, assuming you've made it this far into the post) -- the answer is that I really don't know. I've watched it every Christmas since it was made, and every time I watch it I am blown away by its suckiness, Eric McCormack's extremely bad hair, and Roma Downey's barely-there American accent. But turning it off is just so Not An Option.
And so I watched, cringed, guiltily enjoyed it, and my Christmas was complete.
And oh, how time flies when you're rambling about holiday happenings! It's past my bedtime if I want to get up in time to clear off my car, which I really don't, so I'll probably end up reading Harry Potter fanfiction for a good spell before going to bed. I am so very week and so very predictable.
I hope everyone had a lovely day.
