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Since we are currently experiencing the largest snowfall in this area in the modern era (new’s description). I will share with you what it is like…
We have milk and bread. Check.
(I was lucky enough to be able to get lactose-free milk, not typically on my list, but it was either that or buttermilk)
More importantly we have beer, wine and snacks. Double Check.
I beleive that my body is preparing for hibernation I have a whole chicken roasting and I am gobbeling up monkey bread as i type (maybe that’s why my fingers are sticking to the keys).
Anyway, long story short. There is a shit-ton of snow and only more coming.
I am taking many pictures to document so I can tell future generations about this epic event.
We haven’t gone stir crazy quite yet, but give it time.
I leave you with a few pictures of Mr. Colt working on a backyard tunneling system …
Back to shoveling, dammit.
KINGSPORT, Tenn. – It was a Zinger of a theft in Tennessee.
It also included cupcakes, Twinkies and other snack cakes from the Merita Bread Company.
The Kingsport Times-News cites a report from the Sullivan County Sheriff’s Office in reporting 34-year-old James M. Denoon and 18-year-old Anthony Stout were found hiding under a truck at the bakery late Friday night.
The deputies found about $300 worth of stolen snack cakes stacked on the ground nearby.
Finding the accused thieves was easy: The deputies only had to follow their footprints. There was more than an inch of snow on the ground by Friday night.
Denoon and Stout were charged with theft under $500 and two counts of auto burglary. It was not immediately clear if they had attorneys.
So, these guys were able to devise a plan to break into a bakery,but neglected to think about their exit strategy. Maybe they thought it would be a piece of cake! (Sorry, I love puns and couldn’t resist) BUT neither of these two gents seemed to realized that it was snowing and you leave TRACKS in the snow. I have little to say about this other than lay off the cheeba a little bit guys!
*I am in no way condoning the stealing of munchies goods from bakerys, or anywhere for that matter*
So, Today is the big day.
Yes, that’s right groundhogs day.
Today is the day we find out if Spring will come early or we have six more weeks of winter.
Well of course this poor creature is going to see his shadow, your shining lights on him at dawn.
Now, I’m not going PETA on this or anything…I am just FED UP with this holiday, which coincidentally is also my date of birth.
PLEASE NOTE: It’s extraordinarily annoying to be asked if I saw my shadow EVERY YEAR (Bill Murray I feel ya).
What the HELL do you think I saw?
Being born on a holiday sucks, but you know what’s worse, a non-federal holiday. You have to work on your birthday not to mention you are automatically associated with your given holi-date-of-birth.
Somehow lightening struck twice and my brother was born on Pearl Harbor Day (December 7th). I think I will start asking him if he plans on bombing anything (besides Jager) to celebrate.
And you, St. Partick’s Day birthday people, I know your out there….where’s your Pot ‘O Gold Laddy?? Are you a leprechaun?
How do YOU like that??
Jumping OFF the soap box now and getting out the show shovel! 6 inches of snow foretasted for tonight, apparently there’s more winter coming our way.
(And what the hell is up with those outfits, those guys have got to be freezing!)
Well, my intention was NOT for this blog to be a rant and rave type thing. That said, in D’s words, you couldn’t make this shit up! So, a little background… My boyfriend D is a computer whisperer, you F it up, he can fix it, basically he cures computer cancer. Anyway a friend of his royally F’ed up his laptop (stupid vista). So in a exchange for his services he gifted us a pair of Club seats and a parking pass for last nights Wizards game. We were really looking forward to going, which helped us get through our crazy work days that included me getting a new id badge where i look like a serial killer, at best (but that’s a story for another day)
So, on to the story! We get home from work, played with our dog for a bit, rushed to get ready, then hit the road. Everything is going great, were in good moods ready to get our drink on watch the game, were also looking forward to out maiden voyage using D’s Tom Tom iphone app. En route on Rt. 50 we feel like we run over something, subsequently hearing a disturbing noise. Praying the trucks flying by are the culprits, we keep driving for a bit. I think we both knew what happened, but were reallllly hoping that it didn’t. Yep! Blowout! Grrrraaaatttte. So it’s about 40 degrees outside and dark, wonderful tire changing weather. Fortunately for us, D is not only a computer whisperer but a former goodyear employee. This man knows how to change a tire. He knows a lot of things about a lot of things. Not phased by our plight he jumps in and starts trying to get spare out from under the vehicle, who knew that there was a spare in there, not I. So after some struggle, spare is off, the hard part is done. Or so we thought… had a wee bit of trouble getting the truck jacked up, cold hands don’t help. [by the way, the keys are still in the ignition, I turned off the truck but didn’t remove the keys ooops, I was so cold from holding our flashlight, I was apparently not thinking] So were on the side of a major highway cars zoooming by, a nice state trooper stops by to see “If were making any progress”, by law he must check our licenses and registration, no biggie. By the way,this was the first time D was wearing his BRAND NEW white nikes (my suggestion, whooops) lets just say they are “broken in” now, completely muddy and side of the road disgusting. Back to the story… Everything checks out fine and he sets out flares for us. Gives us back our stuff and shortly after a state highway administration tow truck arrives, he makes sure were good to go and he gets another call and head out, D was tightening the lug nuts so were minutes from getting back on the road. Or so we though. Remember the keys in the ignition thing, yeah, you guessed it the M-F’ing battery died. Also at this point the registration is no where to be found. He calls for help via tomtom and he talks to an operator, who talks to the cop, no registration. Well we need a jump so they send out a state highway administration vehicle (thanks tax dollars), fortunately it was the same tow truck guy that had just left. We get a jump and we are off. So at this point the friend who we are meeting at the game thinks that we are probably blowing them off as its the start of the 3rd quarter of the game, luckily we didn’t miss much, the Wiz=not so good. They suggest going out in Annapolis as we are approaching the DC line so we decided to meet them and then coordinate plans from there. So the wizards play in the VERIZON center well guess what, no FREAKING cell service, imagine that. After much struggle I get about half a bar of service and our friends leave the game and meet us. We head to Capitol City Brewery where our waiter had quite the resemblance to the butler from Mr. Deeds (iamveryverysneaky)After having a few drinks we decide to head to Annapolis, since the night is still young. Driving in our nations capitol is an experience, always. Last night was no different, were following our friend who gets cut off and has to SLAM on his breaks, we miss rear-ending him by maybe an inch. Finally we get back on good ‘ole 50 and head to Annapolis. Well D has to pee, but there is no way were stopping, were about 30 minutes away from our destination, not gonna make it. So luckily we have a water bottle in the car. You put the pieces together, driving on the highway, peeing in a bottle, not a drop spilled. We got skills. We get downtown head to a bar that is so packed, its ridiculous but we had fun nonetheless. We head back home to our dog, thankfully we had a drama-free ride home and make it back safe and sound. Ohhh what a night!