People who love snow are crazy.

They're on drugs. (Or need some)

They don't have to drive my Dad's van in it. Understand that, when it's idlling, this van revs up like it's about to shoot into space. Or explode. So, when it comes to stopping in snow, it just doesn't happen. A lot of sliding & skidding out of control, followed by bumper car shinnanigans until, eventually, I've hit enough things to stop the momentum. Seriously, it sucks. He's had it into the shop and they can't seem to fix it. Idiots. I should give them a ride home one snowy night...they'd find the problem right quick if THEIR lives depended on it. It doesn't matter what I do or whether it's in park, neutral or whatever. It is just out of control, like a runaway train.

Tonight, as Linds and I did the slide right past our driveway, I eventually got us stopped and tried to crank the wheel. Only the van wouldn't go right or left - only straight. I finally had to put her in reverse and inch my way into the driveway backwards, revving to beat all shit (is that even a saying? I don't think it is). Linds was in stitches and having the time of her life and it was as if I was pulling a ferry in to dock too fast. Backwards. We almost hit the condo and I'm sure the neighbours thought I was drunk. I wish I was.

Did I tell you I hate snow?

Actually, I do love looking at it out the window. Watching the other suckers out there, sliding by my living room. A guy actually did a 360 last year right in front of me as I sat there watching the chaos...you should've seen the look on his face. He spotted me, camera in hand, ready to get some evening news footage so he burned it outta there before I could get the shot. Right up over the sidewalk. What a compassionate soul I am. I was really hoping there'd be a crash so I could get some great action footage. No such luck.

Anyhow, I'm extremely tired tonight. Another thing I hate is when I totally screw up in my parenting and tough love backfires in my face. Linds and I are having issues about her curfew, as it's getting later and later. And, because I'm her taxi, I'm not cool with it. As a matter of fact, I'm getting bloody cranky about it.

Last night when she called me at 11, I was ready to go get her, but she had other plans and wanted to stay for the end of a movie. Only problem - they'd only had it on for 8 minutes at that point. We had a brief "exchange" (I was bitchy) and when I realized that I was getting nowhere, I said "fine then, just stay there...I'm NOT coming". And I hung up. And waited for her to call me back to say "o.k., come and get me".







So at 1:30 I realized that my plan had failed. I called her again, and we continued where we'd left off...not arguing about coming home anymore, arguing because that's what I do best. I was a bit unreasonable, and she doesn't respond well to that.

At 7:15 this morning I went and got her from her friend's place, brought her home to get ready for school and then crawled off to work half asleep. Gave free money away all day because, when you don't sleep, 2 + 2 = 8. That's just how it is. I made a lot of best friends today, but I don't know that my boss is on that list. Whatever.

16 year olds are tough and snow sucks. That's what I've learned this week.

How 'bout you?....what have you learned this week?