Winter Storm 2011

One of the best things about living in the Midwest is the threat of sever winter weather.  Sure, many people whine and complain about how much they hate the cold and the snow (I am one of those people), but everyone stops complaining when said elements get so extreme that cities literally shut down and we're forced to stay home from work or school and snuggle up with cozy blankets, hot chocolate and movies.

Midwesterners are a resourceful people.  We know how to light candles, stock up on non-perishable groceries, and scrape our windshields with random objects we find in our trunks.  We know how to navigate our cars through treturous road conditions and we don't freak out at the possibility of 3-4 inches.  We shake our fists at the gray, threatening skies and say,"BRING IT ON!"

We are a sturdy bunch. We've got our tornadoes in the spring, our ice storms in the winter, and all the wonderful bipolar Indiana weather in between.

A friend of mine who moved to South Carolina called me one day last winter and told me that her entire town closed down for the day because it had snowed an inch the previous night. 


This is the storm that rolled through these parts in the past 48 hours:

The photo is courtesy of WTHR-TV's Facebook page.  That's right - the storm contained snow, ice, rain and thunderstorms, but I'm pretty sure it didn't actually have giant googly eyes.

Our power went out around 1:00 a.m. this morning while Clayton and I were in the middle of an episode of Friends. Having nothing better to do, we decided to just go to bed.  But I can't sleep when it's dead quiet (I need a fan), so I kinda just laid there and looked up at the ceiling, listening to the wind scream across the side of our apartment building.

Since I couldn't sleep, I sure as heck wasn't going to let Clayton sleep (I'm a jerk like that), so I kept waking him up to talk about random issues that kept popping into my head and begged to be discussed.

In a little over an hour we covered the topics of:
  • the end of the world
  • the anti-Christ
  • hate crimes
  • hell
  • anything else creepy that would keep me even further from slumber
Clayton eventually got sick of my rambling and tried to tune me out so he could fall asleep. When that proved unsuccessful, he got his revenge. He waited until I exhausted myself talking and right before I was about ready start dozing off, Clayton, being the jerk that he is, brought up the most HORRIBLE thing imaginable:

"Hey Court, do you remember back in high school when you guys found that sick newborn kitten in the woodpile behind your house?"

"... yes."

"And do you remember that day I called you after school and you were in tears because the kitten wasn't doing too well after you guys tried to feed it with milk in an eye dropper?"

"Clayton, that kitten eventually DIED in my hand."

"Yeah, that was really, really heartbreaking to listen to on the phone.  Gosh, I'm sorry you had to go through that."

"I hate you so much," I whimpered, rolling over to face the wall. I think I finally fell asleep around dawn.

Well played, Clayton.  Well played.


  1. I love reading your blog! What a great writer you are!

  2. I DO remember that kitten and feeding it milk out of an eye dropper... :(


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