When It Snows It Blizzards

84 Hours

The worst part, at first, was the boredom. Or maybe the lack of coffee.

No, definitely the boredom. When we woke up on Saturday to discover we had no power, I immediately groaned at the prospect of keeping the snowed-in kids occupied without the television. And then I groaned again, wistfully thinking of the weeks' worth of unwatched programming our TiVo had recorded while we were away. LOMFGST! Project Runway! Big Love! Assorted sitcoms! A good dozen or so competitive cake decorating shows! DAMMIT.

No, wait. The coffee. Definitely the coffee. By 11 am I had a raging caffeine withdrawal headache, the likes of which I hadn't experienced since the first trimester of pregnancy (i.e. the last time I gave the slightest asscrap about improving my health and tried to cut back).

No, wait. The boredom. I'd gone to bed without charging my phone or laptop, leaving my time to muck around on pointless computer games and/or complain about our lack of electricity to Twitter painfully limited.

No, wait. The battery-backup feature on the Verizon Fios Boxamajig in the basement. That was the worst thing, at first. I have no idea what purpose the battery-backup actually serves, except to beep every few minutes to alert you to the fact that the Boxamajig is operating on battery-backup power. You know, just in case you also had a battery backup on your wireless router (WARNING: YOU HAVE PRECIOUS LITTLE TIME TO FINISH READING THAT WIKIPEDIA ARTICLE) or on your television (WARNING: YOU SHOULD JUST FASTFORWARD TO THE PART WHERE THE CAKE DECORATORS HAVE TO MOVE THEIR CAKES TO THE TABLE SO YOU CAN SEE WHICH ONE FALLS OVER). 

Every few minutes: Beep. Beep. Beep.

And every few minutes, I would hear the beep and think, "Ooh, maybe that's the power trying to come back on." Just like the lawyer in Jurassic Park said, when the water cup started vibrating on the dashboard, shortly before the T-Rex came around and ate him off the toilet.

(Speaking of which: I was absolutely SHOCKED to discover just how cold the average toilet seat gets after just a few hours of no heat. It's like, BRACING, you guys.)

I took a shower, only to break out in a vicious attack of cold urticaria the instant I stepped out of the warm-ish water. Raised welts and red hives covered my face and hands. "Look at how weird I am!" I told Jason. We ate tuna fish sandwiches for lunch. We put on extra sweaters and socks and stressed about the lack of firewood. (We'd made a fire the night before and burned through half our supply, you know, because it was SNOWY OUTSIDE. Never mind that it was 72 degrees INSIDE. Snowy! Make a fire! I might feel subliminally chilly!) We kicked ourselves for not having any propane for the grill. We all took naps because we didn't know what else to do. We kept flipping light-switches on and off. When Jason and I decided to stay warm the -- ahem -- old-fashioned way, I realized the distinct disadvantage the Hitachi Magic Wand has over other battery-powered -- ahem -- personal massagers. 

My headache finally went away (must have been that -- ahem -- fantastic massage), so I started re-reading a couple of my favorite books. At some point, while halfway through The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, I realized I was squinting. Oh, right! Darkness. That. We scrambled to light a motley assortment of scented decorative candles and shoved cheap Ikea taper candles into empty wine and beer bottles. I was a little embarrassed to find that we had PLENTY of bottles.

When faced with tuna fish sandwiches again for dinner, we revolted. I remembered Alton Brown (our personal culinary lord and savior) had an episode about cooking over an open fire, and we eyed our three or four sticks of firewood with inspiration. And hunger.

Ezra got chicken sausages. Noah ate a grilled cheese. We ate a couple awesomely smoky turkey burgers.


We chilled some white wine out on the back deck. You know, for the CANDLES.


We were feeling triumphant. The snow had stopped, clearly we had weathered the worst of it.

Then the fire went out. 

The next morning, Sunday, the power still wasn't on. Our street wasn't plowed. The plows weren't even running. The number of people in our county without power was about 75,000, and climbing by the hour. The weight of the heavy, wet snow had caused an alarming number of branches to snap off a pine tree next to our house (but on common neighborhood property, that we've repeatedly, unsuccessfully lobbied for removal). Luckily, they'd missed our roof...and Ezra's bedroom window.



Jason dug and dug and shoveled and shoveled until he was able to get our car out. There was no way around it: We needed firewood. It was getting pretty cold.


Jason drove to our local hardware store: they had eight small bags of sadly damp wood, TOTAL. Jason couldn't bear the thought of someone else arriving after him and finding no wood, so he only took a couple. He brought it back to us, along with the Other Greatest Thing Ever:


Then he went back out in search of more wood.

A nearby Whole Foods indicated they would be open on their answering machine message, but when Jason arrived they'd lost their water overnight and were closed. While he was standing outside counting his cash and wondering where he could leave it before taking some of the bags of wood stacked outside, the manager came outside. Jason explained that we had no power and needed some firewood. The manager told him to take as many bags as he needed, and refused to take any money. 

Meanwhile, I started moving essentials out of our rapidly-warming fridge.


A few years ago, Jason's mother gave us a wind-up radio/flashlight thing, in preparation for the End Times. Or maybe Terrorists. I forget which kick she was on at the time. We used it to listen for news from the power companies, which was not good. "Multiple-day event," they admitted. Probably another full day without electricity. 

At some point, another Whosawhatzit started beeping. The power! It's the power! I stared expectantly at the TiVo, waiting for it to light up back to life. Nothing. I went off in search of the beeping. As I got closer, I realized that in between the beeping was an electronic voice saying WARNING! CARBON MONOXIDE! WARNING CARBON MONOXIDE!

We stared at the detector for a couple minutes, like...seriously? Seriously seriously? We have no gas or kerosene sources in the house, no garage...the fireplace? Oh my God, do you think it's the fireplace?

Suddenly the alarm changed its mind: WARNING! FIRE! WARNING! FIRE!

Being a woman of action, I yanked it out of the ceiling and replaced the batteries. Everything was fine.

But cold. Frigging freezing, man.

Jason and I had an old bag of ski clothing to dig through -- long underwear and fancy moisture-wicking layers and such -- but the boys were woefully unprepared. We prepared to go out again in search of warmer clothing to get them through the night, but alas, stores were either closed or sold out of all kids' sizes, having been cleared out that morning by more prepared, on-top-of-the-situation parents.

Instead, we went out for dinner, in hopes of getting warmed up temporarily, and maybe getting to see a little bit of the Super Bowl, which was bumming Jason out in particular. He'd been pretty dismissive about the road conditions, which shocked THE HELL out of me on the way to dinner. I gripped the door and the dashboard and closed my eyes and made all kinds of annoying, involuntary gasps and squawks because OH MY GOD, WE ARE ALL GOING TO DIE FOR THE SAKE OF GETTING A DAMN CHEESEBURGER.

On the way home, in the dark, it became easy to spot who had power and who didn't. We played spot-the-lights all the way back though nearby neighborhoods, learning that the outages were not huge chunks of houses, but instead dozens of small, concentrated spots. We turned our final corner and I saw that the single family homes ACROSS THE STREET had power...but the townhouses were still completely cloaked in blackness. This was the psychic equivalent to getting kicked in the head. I stomped my foot. I said it wasn't fair. 


Jason wondered if we were making a mistake by not getting a hotel room that night. I worried about it too, but whenever I thought about putting the boys back in the car and taking them out on those roads...no. NO. We were staying put. The power would be back on tomorrow. We could do one more night. We all slept in the same bed for awhile, until it became clear that nobody was getting any sleep, so Jason and Noah went in one room and Ezra, the pets and I stayed put in our bed. This may have worked, except that Noah spent most of the night wailing about unspecified complaints (which turned out to be too-small footie jammies), and Ezra refused to sleep under the covers, choosing to stick his head in my armpit and the kick the blankets off, leaving my torso exposed and freezing and my brain convinced that I -- a one-time experienced cosleeper! -- was going to inadvertently smother him. 

On Monday, our neighborhood was plowed, but the power wasn't back on. While Pepco publicly promised "the majority of customers" would be restored by Tuesday night, multiple people were getting told a different story directly. Friday by six. FRIDAY. BY SIX.

Our electric toothbrush was slowwwwwly losing its charge, reminding me of that mournful dying cassette player from Apollo 13. I was perhaps kind of definitely getting a tad over-dramatic.

Back out, like it or not, in search of warmer clothing. We loaded up on kids' heavy-duty layers and socks at REI (where we noted, somewhat suspiciously, that it seemed like most of the stuff had been put on clearance racks to make way for spring merchandise, but the marked-down price stickers were mostly missing and everything was full price). We ate lunch at our favorite weekend breakfast place, surrounded by fellow power refugees -- we all had the same slightly dirty, greasy look about us, thanks to no hot water. We were all ridiculously overdressed for the warm restaurant but no one took off any of their extra layers. What have you heard? Have you gotten through to a person? Have you heard by tomorrow night? Have you heard this Friday by six nonsense? You have? Oh, my God. 

I spent the whole meal fighting back tears. I was tired. I was cold. I was tired of feeling my children's icy cold ears and fingers, no matter how many layers I dressed them in. Everyone's nose was running and I was coughing. Our faces were bright red and chapped. I was tired of dark cold rooms and my shivering dog and fretting about how much food we were losing in the freezer. I started thinking about families who routinely escape to low-cost breakfast joints just to escape cold houses because they couldn't make the utility payments and, naturally, this healthy dose of perfuckingspective pushed me over the edge and I went into a bathroom stall to have a mini-cry.

We decided to get a hotel room. A bunch of people on Twitter had suggested that hotels would likely have a "disaster rate" for families like us. We called around and found no such thing. We booked a room anyway at a decent-ish rate, at a pet-friendly Kimpton near Dupont Circle where we'd stayed once upon a time, with the sad little fantasy that we'd maybe be able to take the boys out and enjoy the neighborhood. Once we got there, of course, it was all treacherous, unshoveled sidewalks, closed stores, and we couldn't leave Ceiba in the room ANYWAY, as she just barked her fool head off the instant we tried to do anything, like retrieve a bucket of ice down the hall. We were essentially even more shut-in than at home, where at least we could run errands without fear of dog-noise-related eviction.

After overpriced room service meals and morning breakfast buffet, plus the exorbitant cost of a one-time viewing of The Princess and the Frog (the hotel's one lone DVD player was broken [WTF] and the bag containing toys for the boys had accidentally been left in our foyer at home, so we had zero other entertainment options), the hotel room was much too expensive to book again, particularly with another storm coming.

Yes. Another storm. Predicted to be even worse. If we stayed at the hotel we risked being snowed OUT of our house. If we went home and power wasn't restored, we'd essentially be completely fucked for the rest of the week as the house got colder and colder.

We decided to go home, pack up a few more essentials and head up to Pennsylvania, to our families. The storm was set to hit them a bit later, albeit worse. But our parents' power lines ran underground and they never seemed to lose power, no matter how bad the weather. We packed and turned our water off, and Jason stopped to shovel our elderly neighbors' car out. We gave them a bag of firewood, though they said they'd been unable to start a fire because of the amount of snow covering their chimney.

I was buckling Noah in, not feeling super great about undertaking a long drive, or the prospect of being stranded away from home for Godonlyknows. Jason had the baby and was about to the lock the front door...


"Babe, the power just came back on," he said.

And it had! Oh my God! I ran back in and started flipping lights on and off. Jason turned on the water and cranked up the thermostat. (Interior rooms near the fire: 45 degrees. Bedrooms: in the fucking thirties.) Noah stood just outside, terribly confused. "Grandma and Grandpa's house?" he asked, near tears. I felt badly, but LOOK LOOK LOOK I CAN PEE WITH THE LIGHTS ON.

I started the dishwasher, drained the sink of all the crap we'd absentmindedly dumped in the garbage disposal, put a load of diapers in the wash, freaked out on Twitter and called my mom, in that order. 

Jason went outside to start unloading the car...


"Oh my God," I said to my mom. "It just went off again."

And it had! Barely 30 minutes had passed and poof. Gone.

I went outside and shrieked to Jason. He came in. I kept shrieking.

Jason wanted to know what I thought we should do. I wanted to him to STOP FUCKING ASKING. He wanted me to calm down. I wanted him to STOP TELLING ME TO CALM DOWN.

It was not my finest moment. I was just...furious. Devastated. Exhausted. And oh, so fucking cold.

Some random Old Guy was wandering around outside, railing about Pepco, our own equivalent to The End Is Near Sandwich Board Prophets. He claimed to know that the power thing was a fluke, a mistake, the result of a repair being made elsewhere. He also claimed that the crew was getting pulled before the next storm started.

Jason jumped in the car and drove off, in search of this mysterious crew. To beg? Bribe? Offer his services as a human electrical conductor? I don't know.

He returned a few minutes later. The crew was indeed working around the corner. They were not even from Pepco, but from another utility company in Delaware, in town to help with the insane number of outages. They were very tired. They were especially tired, apparently, of people like Jason knocking on their windows in search of news. Jason tried to not ask too many questions and to be unfailingly polite, lest they pack up and leave us to our crotchety elderly messengers of doom.

"They said it will be another few hours." Jason reported.

I had so many more questions: Like, for sure? Like, they aren't leaving until it happens? Like, the repair they're working on is OUR REPAIR, and not like, another repair BEFORE our repair and then a couple more hours after that?

Jason was all, that's all I know, crazy lady. I decided to leave and LET THEM WORK instead of pestering them to death. 

So we decided to give them two more hours. In two hours, if the power was still off, we'd leave for PA after all, hopefully still staying ahead of the storm. 

In the meantime, Jason assessed my mental state and offered to go get me some Chipotle. It's pretty much my Prozac, he's learned.

He was still in line when I called him.

"It's on. It's back on."

And it still is. For now. For hopefully good. We're at about three feet of snow and counting.


Stay warm, everybody.



We're right outside of Old Town Alexandria and we lost power for over 24 hours over the weekend. And I thought we had it bad! We reached 52 in the house. I was ready to throw the Ikea into the fireplace - no joke. We saw the transformer boxes popping and sparking and just thought - oh shit. Then total darkness.

At this point - we are fresh out of wine, Jameson, Doritos, firewood, and sanity. We have power now, but can't get out of the driveway / down the street. I'm originally from NE Ohio and am pretty used to excessive snow but honestly - we've had ENOUGH.


OMFG, I don't know how you dealt. Ours was off for 4 1/2 hours and they were the longest of my life. I was a wreck because I was picturing a days long ordeal like we went through a few summers ago. But loosing power in the summertime is a bummer to have no AC, but it is manageable and at least I could drive around freely to friends houses willing to put us up and sleep in their AC. When I put on facebook that the power was out everyone said. "Come over here!" but no way I was risking getting stuck in a car on the side of a road in a snowstorm with three kids, Being stuck in a house with no power and three kids was bad enough. I am so glad you are home and warm. Hope it stays that way.


I'm in Olney. We've kept power so far but I'm weary of being stuck on my court and also of shoveling. I am glad all of you are safe and (now) warm. On the up side, spring and summer will be very, very sweet this year. :)


I'm in Olney. We've kept power so far but I'm weary of being stuck on my court and also of shoveling. I am glad all of you are safe and (now) warm. On the up side, spring and summer will be very, very sweet this year. :)


So great you have power! Last January we had an ice storm and were without power for 30 DAYS! Yes days! We were without water for 2 days! Now everytime the weather looks bad here people get crazy buying up food! Hate you had to go 3 days though, I know it's tough with kids!My kids were bored stiff!


We lost power for a week last year due to a freak thing called a gravity wave that blew through town unexpectedly & tore down thousands of trees. We had 15 trees down in our yard & 4 enormous, old oak trees lying on our house.

We spent the first 2 days of the power outage all whining over not having our cell phones & laptops before I remembered our car had an electrical outlet. Bad thing was the car had to actually be running for it to charge anything. We spent hours every day driving around town while our stuff charged up. Then we'd go home, run the batteries down & repeat the process again. There's no telling how much gas we wasted that week. It probably would have been cheaper to just go rent a generator.


Hope your power stays on this time.

For future reference (as in, not at all useful now) LED headlamps are the BEST THING EVER when you don't have electricty.

I live in northern AZ and we've had two multi-day outages so far this winter. The headlamps won't make you warmer, but they make it uncreepy to go to the bathroom at night. And you can read with them.

Best of all kids like them a lot.


My cousin gets those temperature change hives. Crazy shit. I'd never heard of it before until December.

SNOW LOOKS SCARY. I'm glad I live in Florida.

cindy w

Good lord, this post totally triggered my PTSD of the time we had a wind storm that took out our power for 9 (NINE!!) days. And I was 8 1/2 months pregnant at the time. Our neighbors had a betting pool going of when the stress was going to cause me to snap & go into early labor.

Of course, I didn't have 2 kids at the time (just the one who was still in utero), so you might be winning in the Pain & Suffering Department on that one. Gah.

This right here is a good example of why I'm not a huge fan of snow. Glad you've got your power back now, hope it stays that way!


I just have to say...that I grew up in Nebraska, and it's due to storms such as this that I live in Florida now. Stay warm, be safe. :)


Um...the stuff you're worried about in the refrigerator? Can go outside on the deck? I only know because here in Arkansas we suffered through this years ago...I'm SO hoping you guys stay warm and sane and that we get many blog stories as a result. Truly, be safe.


This is some crazy stuff isn't it? I grew up in Washington State (the snowy side) and I don't remember ANYTHING like this. My husband and I keep looking at eachother and wondering why the heck we decided to move to Baltimore again?
Hey- at least our power hasn't gone out. I really feel for you guys, 'specially with the little ones. Hope your power stayed on today- it was nasty. Keep warm!


well gosh. reading that just wiped me out.

i can't even imagine. praying the power stays ON.


Great post. You had me right there with you the whole time. Hope the power stays on.

I see many years of plenty of stockpiled wood in your future.


Oh god, the part about Jason only taking a couple of bags of wood, in case someone else needed it... he is so lovely. You are all so lovely. I think I may be in love with you all. (Sorry, I'm 20 weeks pregnant and getting rather, ahem, emotional at pretty much everything right now).

Desperately hoping your power stays on. Can't imagine how grim this must be (I'm in the UK, where we get 2 inches of snow and everyone starts wailing and renting their garments. We would all die immediately if we had 3 foot.) Stay warm and safe. Sob.


jesus, that sounds terrible


Fingers crossed that you don't lose power again. Snow I can handle, but losing power? Just, yikes! We are woefully unprepared for that sort of situation.


OMG - you came THIS close to having to brush your teeth the old fashioned way!! Whew, near miss.

I kid, I kid.

We went without power for 3 or 4 days a couple years ago and stayed at my mom's. Well, and at my sister's. It was like a big sleep-over party but still, total pain in the ass too.

I think you deserve a date-night with the Hitachi Magic Wand. You've earned it.


We are in this awful MD-DC suburb stuff too. I hope you made it through yesterday okay.

Now for my suggestion...it is time to make friends with one of the single family home families!


Here's a thought: collect all those branches that have fallen off the trees and cut and split them and dry them in your basement so you have a pile of firewood available in case it happens again. Okay, I know -- it takes a season to "season" wood for burning, and pine burns too fast anyway. Any oak or maple go down in your neighborhood?


My family and I live in MA and I could have written this post last year! We had a crazy ice storm knock out power for 10 days. It was awful to say the least. At the time my youngest daughter was only 4 months old and trying to keep her warm was intense. The feeling of my children - so cold - made me panic. It was an awful feeling. Glad you are warm now!


oooh amalah! I am so sorry! you were so brave though. and the hysterics at the end? that is how i would have STARTED OUT! I am so glad you are all safe and warm again.


I can totally identify. We live in Baton Rouge, LA, so in September '08 we were without power for seven days, in the height of the Louisiana summer, and I was 5 months pregnant. I had nightmares about cannibalizing babies because we were basically living on deviled ham and peanut butter and I was worried the baby would be malnourished. I drank three glasses of reconstituted powdered milk a day; vanilla and sugar don't make it taste any less like powdered milk. The baby is now a healthy and food-focused 14-month-old little boy.

We're New Yorkers, so we spent a lot of time saying, "At least we're not in the northeast during an ice storm!" because we were without power for 24 hours for the Blizzard of '96, too, and it's WAY worse to be without power in the cold. We'll be praying you keep your power through the second storm!


That's a hell of an ordeal Amy! I'm glad you made it through though. And you'll always have to story to tell. Like the time it snowed and iced when I was a kid and our pipes froze. We went my Grandmas's house to shower and warm up, but when we got there she was gone. So my dad used his key to get in, but he didn't know how to turn the alarm off! So we waited inside of the cops to show up. And we explained the situation and when my Grandma came home she turned off the alarm with her super secret code: 1234. We still laugh about that one!

I also want to tell you that the picture you posted from the hotel made me realize how much Ezra looks just. like. you. It's crazy how sometimes it takes just the right angle or expression to realize how much kids resemble their parents. Like my husband's grandma sorta resembles Sam Waterston. Then I saw Sam Waterston with a beard and BAM I realized how much her son (my father in law) looks just. like. her! Anyway, I hope these stories at least gave you something to chuckle about while you dig out!

Miss Britt

Wow. That is insane - much more "real" than what I gathered watching it all on Twitter.

I remember once when we still lived in Iowa and an ice storm knocked power out for a lot of us for several days. It was eerie to suddenly feel so primitive. In a world full of iPhones and Twitter - we can still be resorted to storing food in the snow and scrambling for wood.

Katie Kat

WOW... I thought we had it bad when we got 18 inches at Christmas, and I was PISSED when this storm missed us (here in Kansas), but now I feel lucky!

I'm also lucky that I have an uber-prepared, Boy Scout, ready for anything hubby. We have a generator, 3 months of food and water, backups to backups, etc. So, you know - just move to my city and BECOME MY BEST FRIEND. Bring the pets...

:) Here's hoping the power stays on!


The one time I have ever been anywhere where we lost power for a significant amount of time we at least had a gas stove so we could get hot food. We also had some camping gear so we had some light (a propane lamp). Unfortunately the gas fireplace couldn't keep the whole house very warm so after two days we bailed and went to stay at my brother's for a few days until we got power back.

Gawd! Modern humans are such pansies.


That sounds absolutely miserable! I hope the power stays on! And about that Magic Wand... is it worth it? As a 'personal massager'? I have a friend who wants to know.


Make you want to go back to Jamaica?:)


Holy shit, we've all been worried about you! Stay safe and keep those babies warm!


Wow, that's insane. I'm glad you guys (currently) have power and I hope you're staying warm!


My thoughts are with everyone dealing with this storm. Our power went out for just a few hours last winter in one of Portland's few snowstorms and I was surprised at how quickly the house got cold. Glad your power is back. All the best.


I so know where you are coming from. On St Patricks day about 5 years ago it started snowing here. We were without power the next day so we started a fire...went to bed and woke up about 2:30 in morning smoke everywhere our kitchen was on fire ( the fire place got so hot that it start the floor joists on fire by convection) needless to say our power didn't go on for 6 days, and every day I would call the power company and cry, (you don't understand I smell like a campfire).. It did snow about 30" here in Colorado..


You should write corporate about the store that gave you the free firewood. The manager would surely appreciate it and it helps to spread some good cheer during times like these.


I'm so sorry! I've been in your shoes and it sucks. Maybe you should head to PA while you still can, life might be less stressful.

I've been lurking for a really long time, emergencies seem to bring out the chatty in me.

Hang in there.


like you I grew up in Twin Oaks (went to school with C). I lived in Boston for 17 years. Fell in love. At first he was ok to live just outside of Boston, but eventually he convinced me to move to the a house on a dirt road in New Hampshire. I feel your pain! Losing power up here is fairly common. The first time it happened for an extended period, it was due to flooding. We were without power for 3.5 days. It was April, but April is still cold in New England. My kids were just a little older than yours. I seriously thought I was going to lose my mind. The only difference between where you are and where we are is the community. We check on each other and if we had power and my neighbors across the street didn't? They'd be at my house. During that first outage, I was facing serious work deadlines and clients and colleagues alike came out of the woodwork to loan me work space and Internet Connectivity. A few months later my husband came home from Sam's with a "present" for me. It was a generator. You know what?? One of THE best presents he ever bought me. I speak from experience when I say, someday, you'll laugh about this. Give it time.



here in Anne Arundel County we also got hammered with the snow, and I complained with each and every flake that fell. But we did not lose power once and now I kinda feel like a big baby...

(we are PRAYING, BEGGING to move to FL. we were trying before the blizzards. plural. now we are desperate.)


This makes the 6-8 inches that we got in DFW seem like a piece of cake (although I believe it just set an all-time record...) Wishing you lots of dry firewood and wine to get you through!!


Underground lines. That would be smart huh. I was hoping FL would go to underground lines after the fiasco in 2004 when we were 1-2 weeks without power (in the heat rather than the freezing cold). But alas, they're not as forsight-y as we are.

So glad the power is back on. Now hopefully you'll get to keep it and have the snow STOP already!


I'm sure it was traumatic and all that, but the real tragedy of Snowmageddon 2010 is that it delayed shipment of my Sephora order. Sure, you're without power and TV and phone and lights and hot water and fresh food, but I'm going without Mineral Veil! Feel my pain!


WOW! look at all the fun i'm missing out by moving to the midwest aka usually the snowy tundra.


I've been sitting here worrying about you dealing with all the snow, I didn't even realize you had no power FOR DAYS. Keeping my fingers crossed that the power stays on for you. Also, Jason? With the not wanting to take all the firewood cuz it might leave someone else without any and not wanting to bother the repair crew? He's really got a big heart, doesn't he?


I hope it's still on. Ugh, I can't imagine going without so long!


I loved your post- but, of course, ya know I'm a fan because sometimes I write you big long epistles....

Just wanted to note that, when living in Mexico City, we went without power AND water for two weeks. TWO WEEKS! And, while no snow, it was fecking cold! COLD I SAY. However, unlike the nice cozy U.S.of A. there are no friendly electric people who come and turn the electricty back on - as I learned on Day 1 of no electricty wen I was striding around the house and saying funny things like "well, call the electricity people and have them come out and FIX THIS" and everyone just sat there staring at me as though I was extremely insane.

Now, I just resign myself that we have to shop every day for something in case the power does go out so we don't lose a week's worth of groceries, make sure I do laundry every-other-day in case we lose our water and bah-humbug. ;)


I live in Switzerland and I still feel terrible for you! I don't honestly know how we'd stay warm, we have an electric stove and no fireplace.

Frankly, I'm fucking pissed at your neighbors. Who the fuck doesn't walk across the street and say, hey - people with children, why don't you come over for a few hours? Or even spend the night? Jason is such a good guy thinking about others and helping people, and your neighbors are dickwads. I hope trees fall on their houses. And you better pretend to not be home when they ring the doorbell.


OMG I thought I had it bad when ours was off for 18 hours here in Alexandria. So so sorry it was so awful for you!


Holy crap. I can't even imagine. I'm glad you made it out - sane. I would have lost it.


I feel your pain - afer Hurricane Ike we had SEVENTEEN DAYS without power. Granted, it wasn't freezing, but it was damn inconvenient and nasty. Did I mention that day care also had no power and hubby and I tag-teamed the child care every day so each of us got a half day of work done? *shudder* What doesn't kill you makes you stronger - and really, really frustrated.

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