Comments on: snow http://darmfield.com/2006/snow-2/ doctoral candidate in rhetoric and scientific and technical communication Mon, 02 Jan 2012 18:28:38 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.2 By: sage http://darmfield.com/2006/snow-2/#comment-2520 sage Wed, 15 Mar 2006 17:40:48 +0000 http://girl-inchoate.com/weblog/?p=874#comment-2520 I wish I had more snow--as always, loved the picture. I've learned to make sure to buy houses with a south-facing drives and entries I wish I had more snow–as always, loved the picture. I’ve learned to make sure to buy houses with a south-facing drives and entries

]]> By: Bella http://darmfield.com/2006/snow-2/#comment-2519 Bella Tue, 14 Mar 2006 23:07:43 +0000 http://girl-inchoate.com/weblog/?p=874#comment-2519 You know, snow is my excuse to stay in and be a hermit. :) You know, snow is my excuse to stay in and be a hermit. :)

]]> By: Kierstin http://darmfield.com/2006/snow-2/#comment-2518 Kierstin Tue, 14 Mar 2006 19:49:55 +0000 http://girl-inchoate.com/weblog/?p=874#comment-2518 Those damn north-facing entryways. I had a similar mishap as I was rushing back into our townhouse yesterday to get something silly I'd forgotten. It was actually on the departure when--woosh!--suddenly my feet were no longer on the ground. I was catapulted into the mound of snow that used to be our minimalistic lawn. Ouch! My husband and daughter were in the car and were both amazed at how fast I went down. The former rushed out to rescue me from my awkward landing and the latter, once I hobbled back to the car, asked in her two-year-old-sweetness, "Okay, Mommy?" Now I'm feeling it in my neck every time I turn my head, but I still have that tiny concerned (and oh so sweet) voice in my head, so I guess there's a little bit of pleasure in the pain. Those damn north-facing entryways. I had a similar mishap as I was rushing back into our townhouse yesterday to get something silly I’d forgotten. It was actually on the departure when–woosh!–suddenly my feet were no longer on the ground. I was catapulted into the mound of snow that used to be our minimalistic lawn. Ouch!

My husband and daughter were in the car and were both amazed at how fast I went down. The former rushed out to rescue me from my awkward landing and the latter, once I hobbled back to the car, asked in her two-year-old-sweetness, “Okay, Mommy?”

Now I’m feeling it in my neck every time I turn my head, but I still have that tiny concerned (and oh so sweet) voice in my head, so I guess there’s a little bit of pleasure in the pain.

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