Blanket love

This is not an ad. This is my favorite napping blanket. This is the company we found a few years ago in Woodstock, Vermont. Maybe it was more than a few years ago. We loved it so much we bought many other people this blanket. If you didn’t get one and want one, and are related to me or plan to buy me something nice – tell me and I’ll get you one too.

It’s attractive enough. But that’s not the reason you love it. The reason you love it is that it’s heavy. I know weighted blankets are all the rage now, but this is naturally heavy. You sink deeper into the coach or chair when it’s on you. This is not the blanket you want if you’re binge watching a show, or curling up with a good book. You’ll be snoring 5 minutes in. Not that that’s a bad thing.

It’s like anesthesia.

And if you’re like me, you enjoy anything that makes you numb, sleepy and out of it.

Or maybe you’re not like me and you like to live life, do things and feel all emotions. To each his own.

I literally just yawned writing this.

Happy weekend.

Night Riders

I’ve never done an all nighter. Not even in college. So, last Saturday night, well into my 40s, I did it. We had 3 short days to enjoy in Vermont and my daughter had a dance she couldn’t miss. So around midnight, we loaded up the kids and left. In 6 hours we’d be having breakfast in our favorite spot in town.
My husband drove. We had coffee. We had snacks. We were on our way.
I fell asleep before we hit the highway.
To be fair, I did get up a few times. So it wasn’t a deep sleep. Does that count?
Here I am waking up at 2am…

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And then 5am…

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And 6:30am…(apparently I slept thru an accident that set us back an hour)

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And then I woke up to this…

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And this…

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Totally worth the lack of sleep (on my husband’s part).

We had some weather

Hurricane Sandy came and went and thankfully we are intact. Parts of the Jersey Shore and NYC bore the full brunt of the storm – and we woke up thinking about those affected.

Here’s the worst of our damage – every leaf on every tree on the lawn.

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Since Friday, when we first started hearing about the reports, I’ve been stressed. Expecting. Waiting. Here’s where I’ve been stationed. Partly working, partly parenting, full-time meteorologist groupie. Wrapped up in a blanket staring at radar. I could run those reports at this point.

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Speaking of blankets, during our 24 hour stint in Vermont, I did some shopping. Let me tell you about The Vermont Flannel Company. They are the new love of my life. They make this 8 pound, flannel patchwork blanket that lulled me into a deep, safe sleep when I wasn’t stalking the TV.

Not a paid advertisement, just some facts. To all my East Coasters our there – stay safe!

Short but Sweet

Oh Sandy.

Right now, at this minute, we are supposed to be tucked away in Vermont. But instead we’re home, having cut our trip short. Doesn’t everyone drive 6 1/2 hours each way for a day and a half? I’m not bitter. It was a great little visit full of food and family and fun.

The East Coast of the country is a flutter – the perfect storm, a hybrid Frankenstorm is on its way! Save yourselves!

I’m not making light of it. I hope everyone is safe and sound.

So we headed home and bought a ton of crap and some booze to get us through. Isn’t that really what storm preparedness is all about?

Here’s some quick shots of our weekend.

All good times start with my munchkins -here they are on the farm.  We missed the foliage by about 2 weeks – typical.

So during that short time, we went on a cheese tasting and a maple syrup tasting. We were busy.  I liked the lightest and darkest versions of the syrup. All or nothing for me baby.

Cheese wise I’m not picky – except for anything “smoked” which is the devil.

 

And because I’m making a conscious effort to “stay in the picture” (read Allison Tate’s post on The Huffington Post called,”The Mom Stays in the Picture”).  Here’s me with my husband’s gorgeous cousin. She’s the hot blond on the right. That’s her hubby getting personal with a horse on the farm.

  

We went to Quechee Gorge which was really cool and funky. It also reminded me of what a chicken shit I am about heights, large falls, falling to my death, etc.

Here’s my girl and my sister-in-law – this is one of 40 photos I took titled “Gorge Glam”.  What?

As I posted this I noticed that my girl is a wee bit taller than her god mother! Then I cried about how fast time goes by and about how my sister-in-law was just holding her swaddled up in a rocking chair. Yesterday. Anyway. I digress.