I just turned the furnace on in my house cause its been soo cold today and yesterday and I've been freezing all morning and Chase's little hands have been frozen all day too! So we went and sat right by one of the vents to warm up and it brought back memories!
I remember during the winter when I had to get up for school and it would still be dark outside and I'd get out of my warm bed and it would be so cold, so I'd get my blanket and go downstairs and lay right in front of the heat vent in the tv room...and i'd usually fall back asleep but my mom would come in every couple minutes and shake me and tell me to get up. Or she'd turn on every light downstairs so it was hard to sleep... :) The BEST memory I have of the heat vent experiences was one day I was so comfortable and warm and didn't want to move and my mom turned on the radio and it said school was cancelled! OH what a great day that was and it was just so cozy....That makes me miss our old house!
Anyway....enough of my furnace stories. Its time for lunch and almost time for Chase's nap...my favorite time of the day. :)
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I TOTALLY HAVE THOSE MEMORIES TOO!! I remember aaron always hogging that furnace too. fun times. And I remember coming in from sleigh riding in the pasture behind our house and getting snuggled up to the furnace.
That gives me warm and fuzzy memories too. I miss all you kids being here to get up for school.
I have been checking your blog and there have been no updates or no comments made to "furnace memories". I have decided that maybe making a comment will help further things along... I think that is so nice that you remember the furnace. I remember when I was a kid we would turn our furnace on in the fall it would smell like melting crayons... oh good times!
So awesome. My happiest heater memory was when I sat on the heater for an hour and seered my jeans. The denim grafted into my skin and I was in the hospital for months as my bum skin grew back. Oh wait... that's my saddest heater memory.
Um, I think you should update your blog...the end.
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