Many moons ago, in a previous lifetime I was a journalist– the kind of journalist that stands out on the beach in the middle of a hurricane and tells people to stay inside. I don’t know how many times I said things like: “we’re the only idiots out here” or “I wish I could be at home snuggled up under a blanket instead of out here.” Well, today was my big chance! Washington, DC shut down, and guess what I did…
1. Ignored all warnings about leaving the house. After going stir crazy at 9 am (yes, that’s how long it took), I packed the husband and kids into the car and didn’t come home for hours.
2. Took pictures of anything and everything:
3. Judged all the news coverage. If all you have to say is “Caribou is still open,” do you really need to be out there getting blown around in the rain?
4. Criticized the city. Why didn’t they clean up these leaves before the storm? Are they actually hoping for a flood caused by clogged drains? Huh, Mayor Gray? Is that what you want?
5. Put on makeup in case a real reporter needed someone to interview. But only if they need to talk to someone who really knows what they’re talking about (flips hair over shoulder).
6. Drank too much coffee. I forgot I didn’t need to be up for days on end, and now I’m all jittery.
7. Updated Facebook on area business closures. Well you were all wondering, weren’t you?!
8. Went to the airport to see if all the flights really are cancelled. They were for the most part. And while we there there, the girls ran a few laps around the terminals and then ate some lunch at the only place open: Dunkin Donuts.
9. Looked out the window every 5 minutes to see if things have gotten worse.
10. And of course… blogged about it.
I tell ya… you can take the girl out of the trailer park, but you can’t take the– wait that’s not the one. You can take the girl out of the country, but you can’t– no, that’s not it either. Oh what-the-hell-ever.
I’m sure it sucks if your power went out or if you’re roof flew off today. But since that hasn’t happened here (yet), I will continue to make light of Frankinstorm.
Keep it here for the latest. Now back to you…
Freaking. Love. You. You guys are my heroes!
Love you back! I’m sure I’d be singing a different tune if I lived in NY.
That was highly entertaining!!! I can’t (but can) believe you did all of that. The airport?! Awesome! Hope you keep your roof!
I know, we’re ridiculous.
Roof is in tact and electricity is on, so it’s a win (at least for us)!
Hey, where’d you get that awesome sweater? 😉
I know, I’m so high fashion.
How cool you used to be one of those crazy reporters! What happened, might I ask. I’m living through your shoes b/c I stayed home pretty much Sunday and Monday and went CRAZY! My 2-yr old could really work a nerve at times. We finally went out on Tuesday afternoon to the mall. Got my Coach purse :). And went back to work today. Whew! LOL on that tablecloth pancho. You looked beautifully ready for a interview-op. They interviewed this ugly woman in front of Caribou. Where were you?! You are awesome for trekking it to the airport. Did you see disgruntled customers? Please say you did.
I’m slow on the uptake here and just saw your comment, Lisa-sorry! My crazy reporter/newsie days ended shortly after Lira was born. I just couldn’t deal with the hours and sporadic scheduling.
I can’t believe they picked another person to interview– not cool! If I had seen, I would have photo-bombed their shot. Ha!
No disgruntled customers at the airport. It was totally empty and awesome.
Hope you’re having a great week!
NP! Photo bombed, with a tshirt that said “Mom in DCity reporting live” ;). We spent a lovely weekend with our parents in Philly. Our lil J turned up the cuteness for them. Hopefully he’ll do the same for us this week 🙂