40 and Fired had a better ring to it than 39 and Layed Off--thus the title and impetus for a blog. I'm a freelance writer living in the mountains of Colorado with my husband, children and high maintenace pets. I'm over the whole turning 40 thing, so this is now more about my humorous/sarcastic take on life, excercise and our daily adventures.

Sunday, May 23, 2010

Summer Memories for the Ages

The rest of the country may be enjoying the gentle warmth of early summer, but not the mountains of Colorado. I know, I know, we live in the land of milk and honey for outdoor enthusiasts, with ski in/ski out access, endless trails and majestic mountain views. It's just great.

Unless winter lasts well into May. I think we're on mud season number 10, it's been blowing a sustained 40 knots with scary gusts for days, trees are falling like dominoes and if the wind isn't blowing, it's snowing. Although it's not unusual for both to happen at the same time. My absolute favorite are the thunder/sideways snow/hail storms.

Not wanting to deny our children the classic rites of summer, just because we chose to live on a 9000 foot peak, we decided to make some ice cream this weekend. We have three of the ball ice cream makers--obviously we present a challenge to gift givers. And they kind of suck. I mean yes, you burn your calories before you consume the tasty ice cream you get to see (and eat) the results of your labors. But what a pain in the ass!

Both girls ended up with jammed fingers (from the 'rolling back and forth method'), bruises (from the 'you're stupid, I'm going to throw this plastic ball full of ice at you' method), tears (from the 'I'm tired, maybe if I whine Mom and Dad will make it' method) and cussing (from the 'Daddy's turn, who in the hell thought it was a good idea to get all three going at once' method).

At long last, after I had truncate my shower (yup, I got everyone going and then left!) to end the entire fiasco, we had the icy, sweet homemade ice cream we will all remember for the ages. And on some level it was fun.

The ice cream makers are back on the shelf, where they will stay until a year from now, when I suggest, "Let's make some ice cream!"--forgetting our annual pain and anguish. I wonder if the experience would be just as memorable with one of the counter top, plug-in, iceless/no mess(really?!) models. So they are expensive as all get out and we'll never recoup our losses, but can you really put a value on familial bliss and a START button?

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