Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow

So a few Sundays ago, I get a very strange call from my mom. We were over at Aunt Jen's for Sunday dinner when she called. The conversation is not exact, but covers the jist of it.
Mom: Are you at home.
Me: No we're at Aunt Jen's
Mom: Are you going to be home soon?
Me: We just got here. Why?
Mom: I have something to drop off at your house.
Me: Okay, what is it.
Mom: (to her husband) Can we tell her. Okay. (now to me) We are bringing you manuere.
Me; (Thinking to myself- what the heck-maneure) Why?
Mom: Because we have it in the back of the truck so we are going to dump it in your yard
Me: Where did you get manuere and why are you bringing it here. Where are you going to put it?
Mom: We'll just put it on your front lawn. And you can put it where you need it.

At this point I was so entirely confused. I could not figure out why in the heck they had manuere and then why they were bringing it to me. Then, why they were just going to plop it in my yard. This conversation was just so bizarre. So I hang up with my mom and am so thoroughly confused. My mind is working overtime trying to figure out what was really going on. After a minute, I realize, I bet she is bringing over snow. So I think maybe they got it from some ward party or something. Then a few minutes later Cory calls me (He was still home with Jesse) and tells me that my mom just dropped of a pile of snow in the yard and that I'd better come home quick because it is starting to melt. So I loaded up the kids with the addition of about 5 other cousins who were dying to see the snow and we headed home. Here is the result of that trip.