Regular as clockwork
Monday, 7:16 am
Major winter storm posted for the east coast again. It’s a little too early to say what we’ll get, but we’re going to get something. That’s the way things go with these coastal storms. If it’s close to shore, we’ll get rain and sleet and freezing rain. If it’s off the coast a little bit, we’ll get hammered with lots of snow. Kind of a 50/50 proposition at the moment. Since we had two snow storms last week and I’m pretty darned sick of shoveling, rain would be just fine with me. But, naturally, saying that is sort of like waving a red flag in front of a bull. Weather gods don’t like being messed with.
Since I really am out of milk, I supposed I should go get some before the weather starts. Maybe I should also bring a load of wood in the house just in case it’s mostly ice and heavy wet snow.
This storm should just about put the snow over the top of the fence out in the back yard. Now that we’ve had several minor thaws and lots of refreezing, the snow has a thick crust and Terry ambles around out there on top of it. She’s been a very good girl for not stepping over the fence, which would be no more difficult for her than stepping over her little brother. The Jack Russell who lives next door comes over to the fence and communes with Terry. It’s funny to watch...he has to stand on his hind legs on his side of the fence while Terry has to reach way down to sniff his nose. I imagine that if the snow was equal heights on both sides of the fence, she’d be more inclined to step over. But the drop on the other side of the fence still inhibits her. Nevertheless, I watch her like a hawk while she’s out. Just in case.
Saturday, 11:26 pm
Late this evening a friend of mine called and asked if I’d like to go out for a late dinner. “I’ve had a horrible day and I need some cheering up,” she said. “You always cheer me up.” Which is a very nice thing to hear said about oneself. “My treat,” she added, having just received her more generous than expected tax return.
So off we went to a Mexican place where the margaritas are sublime. Now, it should be said that I don’t imbibe very often. It’s more of an occasion when I do, than when I don’t. Therefore, one 1800 tequila margarita does me just fine.
But this evening, I threw caution to the wind and ordered a second one. The waitperson wondered which of us was driving and when I pointed to Jo, she smiled and asked if I wanted mine with salt again. Indeed, yes. She brought it and we chatted for some time, being that the place was sparsely populated with clientele.
As I found my way to the bottom of my glass, the collection of waitpersons around our table grew. Many stories and much joking ensued. Finally the manager joined us and many more stories and laughter followed. I was utterly charmed as most of the stories originated in Mexico where the wait staff grew up. Customs and culture were shared, funny family stories were told. And the wait person who was assigned to us in the beginning hugged us both and said we were the best customers ever. I’m not entirely sure that the second margarita had anything to do with it, but I think it might have.
It was one of those rare and special evenings.
Road Kill in a Bag
Friday, 1:31 pm
You have to admit, it’s a clever idea. Gummi candy in the shapes of squashed snakes, chickens, and squirrels. And then naming them Road Kill Gummi Candy by Kraft. I can almost picture it now. One day, a factory employee looked at some of the misshapen candies that rolled off the conveyor and thought, “There must be a way to use these even if they do look like road kill. Hmmm.” And then promptly deposited the idea in the suggestion box.
So, animal rights activists are up in arms over it. Selling squashed animal shapes sends the wrong message to children that it’s okay to harm animals. Honestly? I kind of doubt it. First the kids will say, “Ewww!” with delighted eyes. And then they’ll gross each other out, making a great display of eating road kill. And there will be giggles and grimaces. Kids have a sense of humor. And they like gross stuff. In my opinion, Gummi candy is already gross. Selling packages of flattened Gummi candy just looks like a natural progression.
I dunno. It seems to me there are enough other real life animal rights issues to get all incensed over. Gummi candy isn’t one of them.
(AP link via Phillip at DCeit.com)
Comedy or Tragedy?
Thursday, 5:49 pm
Jeff Gannon has a new blog. It is blindingly bright with an amusing crawler under his banner: So feared by the left it had to take me down.
Delusions are wonderful things, eh?
No comment section though, the poltroon.
However, he does have his tin cup installed already.
Thursday, 12:08 pm
While spring may not be in the air just yet, it shows signs of happening in my car. I had to go out a short while ago and, since it’s only in the lower 20s outside, I bundled up. When I opened my car door, a wave of heat rolled out and hit me. I had to take my jacket off in the car. It was that hot in there. The sun has come that much closer, even in the last week, to really put out some heat now. This is good news and the kind that I’ll cling to as we prepare for another snow storm. Not a big one, but bigger than I’d like to see. Especially since I figure it’ll hit just about the time I’m supposed to head out to pick up the lad.
In other amazing news, I stopped at Dunkin Donuts while I was out and realized that it has been a week since I’d been there last. For anyone who knows me, a week between visits might almost be enough to make them think the earth had come off its axis.
Wednesday, 2:05 pm
Some little while ago I entered one of my blog skins (Blue Linen) in the Expression Engine blog skin contest. It didn’t win anything nor did I really expect it to win anything. However, I knew it would become one of EE’s available blog skins in the recent EE upgrade and that felt kinda good.
Well, for Blogging Out Loud, looky what I discovered this afternoon! I like what he’s done with it. Wicked cool.