Frustrated doesn’t begin to cover me feelings about this weekend’s blizzard!

Saturday morning my dad and I headed to the hospital to pick up my mom.  Mom isn’t completely back to normal, there was some strange pancreatic leaking that her doctor hopes will clear itself up, but they still felt like she was well enough to leave the hospital (or, the insurance didn’t want to pay for her to be there anymore).  Saturday, of course, was the day of the massive snow storm that hit the East Coast.

We decided driving back to Brooklyn in the storm would just be too dangerous.  My mom was supposed to stay with me directly after her surgery for some tender lovin’ care.  I, being the skeptic that I am, and having lived through way too many news station declared “blizzards” that turned out to be nothing more than a dusting, figured this too would be chalked up to just another exaggeration by the media.

I was wrong.

Really.

Really.

Wrong.

Sunday we woke up to 23″ of snow.  My parents live in a condominium complex that is responsible for all the plowing, and haven’t ever before had to dig their way out, so were pretty unprepared for this storm.  They still haven’t come to dig us out!  I’m stuck on Long Island…which is pretty reminiscent of the first 17 years of my life.

I’m really nervous that my mom won’t be able to get out of the house for her follow up appointments later this week.  She’s pretty weak, and it’s hard enough to get around on carpeting nevermind swimming through two-feet of snow.

All of a sudden I’ve become a disgruntled, over protective mama-bear, and will most likely yell at any sort of administrative figure I can find attached to this place.  I’m starting to realize exactly what I might be like if I have children, and let’s just say, I might be one of those people.

I’m going to try to be my normal mellow, take it as it comes, self.  It’s hard, because I’m immensely protective of my mom right now, but being a gigantic bitch probably won’t make anyone’s life easier.

Here are some pictures of the snow from my parent’s house:

At least it’s pretty

Breakfast

Maple Crunch Cereal w/skim milk

Lunch

Left over casserole.

Shovels weren’t the only thing we weren’t prepared with.  We didn’t go grocery shopping either.  I had to make due with what we had in the pantry and freezer.  I made a fairly mediocre casserole last night with pasta, chicken, canned asparagus (gross), and cream of mushroom soup.  That burnt part is the bread crumb topping that didn’t react well under the broiler.   Don’t try this one at home kids.

Dinner

Dad was in charge of dinner tonight, which meant Chinese takeout:
Wanton soup
Vegetable lo mein