Probably the most unusual thing that happened this week is that Phillip, who is a leader for the boy scout troop at our church, took the boys on an overnight campout.
This is unusual because it's February in New England and the weather forecast looked like this:
Apparently someone missed the memo that normal people who live here are supposed to just hide inside until spring comes.
In addition to the single digit temperatures on the campout, there was also a -40 degree windchill on the mountain. I can imagine this made it feel slightly colder.
Allow me to paint a picture for you: To avoid having their water freeze during the night, each person had to sleep with their water bottle tucked inside their shirts. True story.
Surprisingly, the report was that the leaders and the boys all had fun. And despite my predictions to the contrary, each of them also survived.
|Did not win the 2015 Darwin Awards.|
Because of all the snow we've gotten lately, most of our neighbors have also had a visit from the ice dam fairy. The ones with money lying around are hiring ice dam removal companies to shovel off their roof.
It's funny how you can get used to things. At first my kids were excited to see guys walking around with shovels on a rooftop, but now they don't even look twice. It's old news.
This has been an interesting week on the old blog. My piece "Why I Make My Kids Go To Church" has been getting shared like hotcakes on Facebook and was also picked up by the Deseret News, a Utah-based faith and family newspaper and news site.
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If you're one of the people tweeting, pinning, or sharing, thanks a lot! If you aren't, I still like you, but maybe slightly less than the other guys.
At heart I think I'll always be a technophobe, but you can't really be a blogger without social media. So I bit the bullet and started accounts for the blog, first on Facebook and this week, on Twitter.
To those of you who've taken pity on me and offered kind words of encouragement as I've ventured into the world of social media about 15 years late, I appreciate it.
All I ask is that you not be offended if I don't respond to your messages (I probably don't even know I have a 'messages' section,) and don't assume that I know what a re-tweet is or how to do it.
My 3-year-old has a bad habit of leaving her coat in the car, creating intense panic when we're heading out the door and can't find it. Since I like asking 3-year-olds "why" (I find it always yields such well thought-out and logical answers,) I asked why she did that.
In response she smiled at me, shrugged her teeny little shoulders, and said cheerfully, "I'm just a bad girl!"
Now, how do you argue with that?
Ummm... I don't know exactly what to say about this because I was made aware recently that minors are reading my blog, but... what is up with these carrots?
|My usual brand of carrots, never looked at the label until now.|
And here I was, thinking I shopped at a family-friendly grocery store.