Digging out

Well, that was quite the storm.  Robert and I were suppose to go to the city yesterday but made a unanimous decision to stay home and cancel our meeting his nephews wife for an exchange of beef and cash.....hahahaha very good judgement on our part when later in the day they closed the yellowhead highway because of the over 80 vehicles in the ditch just west of Edmonton.  That could have been us.... but we were snug as bugs in a rug at home, jigsaw puzzling our little fingers off...and drinking hot chocolate...sugar free of course.
here are some pics of the snow and drifting that took place at our place and we didn't get as much snow as some places...but it is over three feet deep now and deeper where the drifts are...

I have this dilemma.   I got my ears pierced on my thirtieth birthday, it was a rebellious action....my mother would never let us girls have our ears pierced, always saying "if God wanted you with holes in your ears he would have made them with holes", now don't get the impression that my mother was religious, she only turned sort of religious when it suited her to appear holier than thou...usually of us kids or my dad.... I was feeling neglected on that particular birthday, feeling that it was a bit of a milestone for me, since as a kid 30 seemed awfully old and I never thought I would live long enough to reach it...hahahaha  seems ridiculous now...but (insert shoulder shrug here) I was a kid, kids don't make sense some times....so..... I wanted my husband Sid to take me out for dinner...or something, anything really, but instead he just said no, he was too busy....so I went to town myself, which I rarely did for some strange reason...I bought a new top, got my hair cut short (which makes it go curly) and radically got my ears pierced, it was one of those spur of the moment things...and by the time I was sitting in the chair and she was getting the little gun ready I was regretting my decision...hahahahha and definitely was after she did the first ear....it isn't that it was so painful but the shock of if is more upsetting than anything...the pain didn't come until about an hour later and lasted for several days....so when I got home to an empty house....kid was still in school and Sid was....well I still don't know where Sid was...but he wasn't at home...so I put on my favorite cassette and grooved to the tunes while I got some supper started...and I foolishly decided a drink (meaning alcohol) wouldn't go amiss.... Vodka was my drink of choice, when I rarely drank, but much to my disappointment I was out of orange juice....but not one to be diverted...I used lemon aid instead since I had some in the fridge already..homemade even...The first sip proved to be disgusting....but I persevered and by the fourth or fifth sip it was tasting better....so I had a few more drinks....and by the time Sid and my son came inside for supper I was pretty much hammered...I am ashamed to say....since I rarely drank it only took two or three drinks to get me there..... I remember making a big dramatic speech about being taken for granted and how I thought I deserved to be treated soooooo much better than they were doing...and that they hadn't even noticed my lovely new earrings....  which by this time were nearly hidden by the swelling in my ear lobes...and their shiny new newness dimmed by the beet red colour of my throbbing ears....hahahaha  Sid suggested I have a shower and I concurred...a shower was just what I needed...to cool my ears off...I felt like I was burning up.... so downstairs I traipsed...and began a nice coolish shower....I was singing and crying and generally feeling sorry for myself when Sid reached in and turned off the hot water....COLD, freezing cold water....Oh My God....I sobered up in a hurry and he was holding the shower door shut so I couldn't get out....to stupid to turn off the water...I just slid down to the floor and sat there in the cold water crying.....where I stayed for what seemed like hours...when I finally emerged from the bathroom....I was feeling pretty sick...I suffer greatly of hangover when I drink...and boy was I hungover....so imagine my horror when Sid announces to me that we have company coming over that evening...it was about 7 pm by this time...and no sooner did he tell me than there was a knock on the door.....OH GOD....I had to sit there the rest of the night watching them drink and celebrate my birthday when all I wanted to do was crawl into bed and die.....how awful....

Any way, I am a lot older now and find myself faced with a life decision.... to keep my pierced ear lobes or not....Oh I  mean not have them chopped off or anything but to keep wearing the studs in them or take them out and let the holes grow in.... I have a metal allergy, have had for years....so unless I wear really expensive ear studs (gold)...they bother me a lot.... I can't wear dangle earrings or I get a rash on my neck...so I have been wondering lately, why bother....just take them out and maybe my ears will feel better...

What do you think I should do..... I don't know why I haven't been able to just do it....I know what I want to do...I want to just take them out and not bother....but I went through hell when I got them...infection and what have you...so they are like a badge of courage to me...I guess..  and it feels a bit like surrender taking them out....

I guess I will just have to ponder it some more and then suck it up and decide.