Estrogen

My mom sent me these pictures. She drove down to Memaw's this weekend, since her Texan sister was going to be in town. Her other sister lives in the same town as Memaw so all the girls were reunited. Mom found some fabulously hideous sweaters to wear randomly. Take a look:
Aren't they adorable. A little too much estrogen in one room leads to things like this. I wish I had a sweater like this [pout!]

And isn't it creepy how much they all look alike? I'm getting there, myself. I think I resemble my mom already, and each year it's more obvious. Not a bad thing, since she is gorgeous!

Bling-tastic snow

So, it snowed another six inches today. And it hasn't stopped yet. Big whoop, right? I know. I'm not even phased by massive amounts of snow anymore. Totally over it already, it's not even exciting...UNTIL....this type of snow appeared today:Glittery, sparkley, iridescent, and glassy. On my way home I was trying to figure out the best way to describe this snow [while simultaneously avoiding a massive wreck]. It's like a bunch of flat, glossy discs are sticking together to make one big bling-tastic mess. It's very light, fluffy, and dry. And it almost looks like artificial snow. Take a look again:

Oh and apparently Milwaukee is totally over the snow too. So much so that they forgot to pre-treat our street. Looks pretty safe, right?
Henry is an absolute animal in this airy blanket of snow. He thinks he is a polar bear, I'm pretty sure.

Did I ever mention how much I love snow on trees? Especially when we get six inches and it sticks perfectly:
Oh, and Missouri girls: Don't worry. This isn't even a blip in the radar around here. The news barely even talks about the weather, as it's saturated with the Packers. Not even a slim chance of leaving work early or getting off tomorrow. And sadly, I'm turning into one of the weathered northerners because I'm not even afraid to drive in it anymore. I just distract myself with descriptive terms for the snow instead:)

Two more...

During a very intense Packer game I needed a distraction. So I made these two pages:

Seriously, wasn't that the most heartbreaking game ever? Poor Brett and crew. Poor Nate. I'm not kidding when I say he received about 30 text messages before, during, and after the game last night. I received 3 myself! Apparently that is the way we communicate with friends these days.

Speaking of communicating with friends, I'm warming up to Facebook now. And by "warming up" I mean spending entirely too much time on there. Just one more way to waste my night on the internet, which is another reason Nate whole-heartedly approves of my newest addiction. Eh, he'll live:)

And speaking of Facebook, Memaw [my VERY hip 76 year old grandma] called me last night. She is still mastering the comment function on my blog but is an avid lurker. Not only that, but she has a freaking Facebook account. When FB searched my email address book, it pulled up hers. I thought, "That is obviously a fluke." But then she confirmed it by saying, "I have one of those...whaddya call em?.....Myspace, er Facebook thingys." I love Memaw!