Before I toddle off to bring in the NewYear driving a humongous stationary piece of machinery (and, incidentally, to enjoy a Prime Rib potluck dinner at said place of employment!), I want to wish everyone the happiest of New Years. What a year of change it's been.... May 2008 be even better than 2007!! Crabby hopes it will be, too.....
Okay. Christmas is over. It can stop snowing anytime now. ( I can hope, can't I?)
2. The people that walked in darkness have seen a great light: they that dwell in the land of the shadow of death, upon them hath the light shined. 3. Thou hast multiplied the nation, and not increased the joy: they joy before thee according to the joy in harvest, and as men rejoice when they divide the spoil. 4. For thou hast broken the yoke of his burden, and the staff of his shoulder, the rod of his oppressor, as in the day of Mid'i-an. 5. For every battle of the warrior is with confused noise, and garments rolled in blood; but this shall be with burning and fuel of fire. 6. For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given: and the government shall be upon his shoulder: and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counselor, The mighty God, The everlasting Father, The Prince of Peace.
Well, now that I have the snow (more or less) blown away, and Big Bertha is back in the stable until the next blizzard, I can finally answer this question. I have not a clue how much snow we actually got. It blew around so hard that the groundcover ranges anywhere from 2 or 3 inches to 2 or 3 feet. Take a look at RustyBird parked in the drive between the houses. Yes, some of the snow on the passenger side is snow I pushed off the roof of the car, but most of it is drift.
That's easily a 3-foot drift. And it goes all the way through the backyard to the garage like that. My garbage cans were completely buried.
A little shot of the front of the house, looking across the street. You'll notice the plows went through and buried my front walk. Again.
I think I'll just make visitors climb the snowbank. It'll give them a taste of the north. ;-)
As of 1 am, 4" and coming down heavy. Bet I know what I get to do first thing tomorrow morning! Yep. Take pictures of the pretty winter. As I push Big Bertha (the humongous drift-eating snowblower) around. 7-Day Forecast for Latitude 45.47N and Longitude -89.71W
Overnight: Periods of snow with widespread blowing snow. The snow could be heavy at times. Low around 20. Northwest wind between 10 and 15 mph, with gusts as high as 21 mph. Chance of precipitation is 100%. Total nighttime snow accumulation of around 6 inches. Sunday: Periods of snow with widespread blowing snow. The snow could be heavy at times. Temperature falling to around 16 by 5pm. West northwest wind between 20 and 25 mph, with gusts as high as 36 mph. Chance of precipitation is 100%. New snow accumulation of around 6 inches.
Whatever. I never was really sure what a "yore" was anyway. Some kind of Christmas thing. I've always been fascinated at the things people choose to post on the 'net. From family photos on Flickr to diaries to academic papers to music to videos on YouTube, there is always something out there to completely blow an afternoon on. Here's a great way to take a little Christmas trip back in time. Welcome to WishbookWeb.com
The vintage Christmas catalog archive project and home.I remember --- well, most of the time I can remember, anyway --- the day the Wishbook arrived. I could spend hours thumbing through it and "wishing". And now those days have come again....check out the 1971 catalog, especially. That was around my greatest wishbook days. And then I found it.... the thing I drooled over. The gift which I was sure would take me to the heights of literary stardom. Okay, I was 10 years old, lol. Ten year olds are allowed big dreams. I didn't get the red typewriter, as I recall; although I *do* remember using a real typewriter around that time. I think the folks may have borrowed one for me somewhere. I still haven't written The Great American Novel that I dreamed of when I was 10 years old, though. Continuing to flip through the pages, I came across this. Oh my. I had this Barbie. I remember clearly the purple vest over the orange leotard, and thinking that it was the. coolest. outfit. ever., marred only by those dorky silver boots. If I remember right, this Barbie was jointed at the waist, so that it sorta looked like she danced when you shook her stand. She was *so* hip to my 10 year old mind. K. So who ever said I had good fashion sense?? Continuing on..... KB, this one's for YOU. I truly believe you had every toy on this page. Every last one, as well as all of the Matchbox cars needed for the commute to the sandbox construction site. Remember the Tonkas?? Christmas shopping was so much easier back then, lol. UPDATE: I have been informed by a reliable source that my doll was NOT a "Barbie", but instead was a "PJ". What does PJ stand for, I wonder?
I *completely* forgot about World Orgasm Day... My nooner today consisted of being up to my elbows in flour.
And here, we're cooling off, waiting for icing. Ya know.... sugar cookies taste pretty good without icing. Especially dunked in coffee.
FOXNews.com - World Orgasm Day to Promote Peace in War-Torn Countries
Oui! Si! Da! Ja! Yes! Any way you scream it, one group hopes you'll be having an orgasm in the name of world peace this Friday at 6:08 GMT. At the exact moment of the winter solstice, the world is urged to get busy at the second annual Global Orgasm for World Peace.6:08 GMT. That's um... 12:08 here, right? Nooner, anyone? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ And in related news, we learn this incredibly necessary piece of information.
...and it's great. :-D
I don’t really have the time to do this correctly, but just as something to do over a milk and cookie before bed: American, have you considered the possibility you might be a f**king idiot?
Dan Fogelberg ~ News
May we all find someone to believe in.
Sunday, December 16 Dear friends, Dan left us this morning at 6:00am. He fought a brave battle with cancer and died peacefully at home in Maine with his wife Jean at his side. His strength, dignity, and grace in the face of the daunting challenges of this disease were an inspiration to all who knew him.I had read awhile back that Fogelberg was ill with prostate cancer, facing a poor prognosis. Still, it was hard to read this news on his website. Although a friend of mine once joked that "the wussification of America began with Dan Fogelberg", I always loved the guy's music after I discovered him in college. I loved the songs of the Midwestern boy who sang so well of the places he'd gone and the people he'd met. I even remember playing "Face the Fire" at our wedding kegger and seeing 20 or 30 hard-core party animals fall silent to listen to the song-- and seeing the shock on their faces to find out who the singer was. This was the song that always got me, though:
If I could ever say it right And reach your hostage heart Despite the doubts you harbor then you might Come to believe in me The life I lead is not the kind That gives a woman peace of mind I only hope someday you'll find That you can believe in me Those other loves that came before Mean nothing to me anymore But you can never be quite sure And will not believe in me Too many hearts have been broken Failing to trust what they feel But trust isn't something that's spoken And love's never wrong when it's real If I could only do one thing Then I would try to write and sing A song that ends your questioning And makes you believe in me Too many hearts have been broken Failing to trust what they feel But trust isn't something that's spoken And love's never wrong when it's real If I could do one thing Then I would try to write and sing A song that ends your questioning And makes you believe in me And makes you believe in me oh, you can believe in me