I Feel Sorry For the Pioneers

For the past 36 hours, we've been snowed/iced in. It wasn't a huge storm, and we didn't get the amount of ice we were supposed to get. But, the roads are dangerous, and even the governor told us to stay home. The best part? Our power didn't go out. (Thank You, Lord.) But in my warm and well-lit house, I gained a new appreciation for Laura Ingalls and her folks.

I have eaten more trash/comfort food/empty calories than I care to think about. Whatever weight loss goals I had before Dan comes home just went flying out the ice-covered window.
The pioneer people ate good healthy homemade stuff. (Which I COULD make, but chose not to.) Like Ma's cornbread and soup. No little powdered doughnuts or chips and salsa on the prairie.

I think I watched 7 consecutive hours of TLC's "What Not to Wear." I really do want Stacy and Clinton to take me shopping, but they can leave that vile 360 degree mirror at home, please.
The pioneers? They had those long calico dresses... even in the summer. And those puffy bonnet things they slept in? What was that about? Oh, and no cute TV personalities to tell them their calico dress wasn't flattering. Or in style. Or making them look as good as they could. Or what the new colors for Spring would be. Poor pioneers.

I have played Chess, Battleship, and some ridiculous Jump on a Colored Pod thingy game. (Think "Simon" from 1975... but for the floor.)
Now here is where the pioneer people and I came close to being alike. Except I think their games all involved sticks and an occasional pig bladder. I'll play Battleship until my eye twitches if it means I don't have to entertain myself with a pig bladder.

So on this nice, long, stuck at home weekend... I have been GRATEFUL for modern technology. The TV has been on, the video games have been playing, and the DVD got a workout, too. Thank You, again, Lord for electricity and heat and Wii.


And when we got bored, we ventured out into the arctic wilderness for a while yesterday...

Don't let those sweet snow-pink cheeks fool you. He spent 98 percent of his time outside bent over... scooping up icy snow to throw at me.


See?


Told you.


Now here's a real pioneer (redneck?) moment. That IS a cardboard box.


It hasn't been too bad. We have laughed and snuggled and read good books... and (for the most part) enjoyed being cooped up.

So, like us, the "Little House" people had each other. They just had to make do without all the wonderful modern conveniences we enjoy today.

Except for ONE thing. Nerf Guns. The pioneer Mamas didn't get pelted with little spongy bullets from every corner of their "Little" house.

If I get hit one more time... there's gonna be a Nerf Gun bonfire. If the power does go out, we'll be set. Just look for the warm glow of burning plastic in my backyard.