Friday, February 23, 2007

Trapped by Bad Weather

What a strange week it's been with the weather. I was out riding Wednesday in thin layers. Tonight I shut down the entire shipping operation at work to make sure everyone (including myself) could get home safely. We were planning on heading to Belmond this weekend to see my parents. That ain't gonna happen. Looks like next weekend we'll get to though. Mom is totally stoked to see the girls. It's funny how when you're a new parent you don't want to be apart from your kids. Then you spend about two years of sleepless night, diaper changing, snot wiping, bottle feeding, temper tantrum chaos and you can't wait for someone to take over even for just a couple hours. I know, boo hoo. (Shut up, you're welcome to come over anytime. Wait, no you're not.)

Now instead of going to see grandparents, we're probably going to be trapped in the house all weekend. And if you know me, trapped in the house is not all that enjoyable. I love my family, but I don't do well at "sitting around". I'm a lot like my dad that way. He can't sit still for 5 minutes. You can see him getting antzy. I think of him when I hear the stories about airplanes sitting on runways for hours. He'd be in jail, I'm sure of it. The headlines would read something like "Northern Iowa Ag Business Owner Faces Felony Charges For Throwing a Flight Attendant Through the Window of a Taxiing Jetliner. The Attendant is listed in Critical condition with multiple injuries resulting from the fall and is recovering from surgery from having her PA microphone surgically removed from her ass."

I'm looking forward to spending the whole weekend at home with the kids, don't get me wrong. But I bet I'll watch Baby Einstein MacDonald (at Mara's request of course) at least a dozen times. Oh well, I stopped by HyVee on my way home. Got a case of Guinness and a Jumbo bag of Pizza Rolls. Can't hear the kids wake up in the middle of the night if you're passed out in the basement. I hope DCFS isn't monitoring my Blog.

Stay tuned tomorrow for a piece on "My Piece of Shit Truck."