There has been some dissent over what to name this storm, because in the Age of the Hashtag, all storms must have a name. The Weather Channel seems to have settled on a hurricane style, human name approach to winter storms, dubbing this one Jonas.
But our local weather gurus, the Washington Post’s Capital Weather Gang, knew that to be lame and solicited other options, settling on #Snowzilla, thanks to this graphic:
Because no good idea on the internet goes un-stolen, I hereby present my inaugural “weekending” post, inspired by Amanda at The Habit of Being. (And also by sprite, who is the one who brought Amanda to my attention.)
I started my weekend on Friday night at the Verizon Center watching the Caps with my brother, nephews, and friends of theirs. It was the last home game of the pre-season, so next time I’m at a game it will actually mean something. Yippee!
What it looks like when you let a seven-year-old take pictures at the hockey game. I have about two dozen shots on my iPhone camera roll that look pretty much just like this.
Saturday morning started off as it often does, with errands. I rewarded myself with a bagel sandwich for lunch, and as I headed home, I came across the sign below at a local business. It’s a company town, which I guess means dealing with ongoing shenanigans up the street the best way we know how.
I guess if there’s going to be a government shutdown, we might as well take it with a sense of humor… and a beer.
It was a big birthday week for the nephews — we have two newly-minted seven-year-olds (G in Virginia and H in Minnesota) and sweet baby James in Texas is officially a big boy of three.
I think G’s birthday party was all a seven-year-old boy could want: We played baseball in the park, popped a lot of balloons, ate pizza and ice cream cake — and of course, showered him with presents.
Looks like G liked my gift to him, a Caps hoodie.
The hit of the day, gift-wise, was seven decorate-your-own cookies shaped like the letter “G” that were specifically noted as being all for him. (File under: other ideas I will steal.)
My Sunday started as it usually does, with coffee, Twitter, and CBS Sunday Morning. Twitter informed me that it was National Coffee Day, so to “celebrate,” I snapped a pic of Carly snuggled up on my lap next to my cup of Joe.
Celebrating National Coffee Day with Carly and my Monet mug.
I eventually got moving and went to brunch at the Argonaut (cheese grits! bacon!) with Joanne, and then we headed up to Union Market for Crafty Bastards, the most hipster-iffic craft show in the history of crafting. (If you wanted something with a bird on it, this was the place to get it.) It wasn’t as good as last year, but I did get a pretty new notebook.
The new notebook I picked up at the Crafty Bastards festival.
The weekend also included doing laundry, and washing dishes, and taking out the trash, but there is not a bit of a thing to say about any of that beyond yay, life-maintenance!
The notebook, by the way, is for the online writing class I’m taking, called Write Now. It’s being taught by the aforementioned Amanda, and perhaps when our exercises move from pen to pixel, I’ll post some of them here.
Que sera, Sarah 