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Freak snow storm

Yesterday it was 80 degrees, humid and sticky, and the day closed with a typical evening thunderstorm. Last night, the temperature dropped dramatically, which ultimately caused it to actually snow this morning. Besides the fact that it snowing itself was beyond odd, the actual snowflakes were peculiar... they were big, fat snowflakes, and ever once in a while there would be a huge raindrop that would hit. It ended up making the snow look like it had been hit with lots of little tiny asteroids. Even the way it collected on the ground was strange, with some areas with no accumulations, while others with big patches. I'd say it snowed 2 inches total, though it melted throughout the day, even while it was still snowing. All of the new spring flowers that were coming up are probably dead now, poor things. (View Pictures).

This morning I got woken up at 9AM by my parents arguing. My mother didn't want to go to work... they were calling for 3-6 inches, and she didn't feel comfortable driving all the way out into Fredericksburg and run the risk of getting in an accident and stranded there. My father, though, wanted her to go to work because she gets paid time and 1/2 today, which is ultimately all he cares about. He believes because he watches the weatht wahannel, that that makes him able to say what the weather will and will not do. He told her that it wouldn't accumulate at all, that the roads would be clear, and that he knew the only reason why she was thinking of calling in was just because she was "lazy" and didn't want to go to work. Oh, heavens no, how could it be possible that she would actually be uncomfortable in driving in poor weather conditions. My father always snaps back that he'd offer to drive... but really, who would feel more comfortable with a 1/2 blind old man at the wheel? Besides, it's the other people you can't trust on the road, not yourself. My mother did end up going to work, and getting back alright. But, on the way in, she said there were alot of rescue vehicles around. Never know... if she had been early or late to work, one of them could have been coming for her. I just hate how my father has no problem making my mother risk something she's not comfortable with for the sake of money. Not everyone is like him; obsessed and will do anything someone tells them as long as they get paid for it.

While they were arguing, I just sat in bed listening, getting more and more pissed at my father (because if it weren't for him, or his loud voice, I'd still be asleep). Then, after my mother left, one of my father's stupid friends called (correction, the only friend he talks to... I liked it alot better when no one ever called him) and he sat in the chair at the end of the hallway (aka, the place where I could hear him the most) and talked to his friend about the weather and how he had to push my mother out of the door, laughing all the while. They talked for 40 minutes, and 1/2 way through that time, I officially gave up on trying to get back to sleep.

When I came out into the living room for some food, he actually started talking to me about it. I told him, "I know, you both woke me up with your arguing." He kept going on and on, until finally I stopped him and said "Don't talk to me as if I agree with you." And, of course, I had to repeat myself 3 times, because you can't speak too fast around my father... he's both deaf and slow, so it takes him a while. A whole nother reason why communicating with him isn't worth it unless you're telling him what an ass he is...

/endrant.

Matt's at his grandparent's house. Hope he's having a nice home cooked meal right now. I fell asleep soon after he logged on AIM this morning (and so did he, so I don't feel that bad about it, though I wish I had told him first anyway) though I was still asleep when he left to go. So, I spent all day in the kitchen hanging with my mother... I swept and mopped the kitchen floor, vacuumed the living room, picked up my room, and got some of my laundry going. Odd that I do spring cleaning on the one winter day in the mess of all the borderline summer days we've been having.