surviving snow-ma-geddon

No, the attached vehicle with a couple feet of white on top of it is not mine but had some similar snow drifts in my front yard over the holiday during the "snow-ma-geddon/snow cyclone" of 2022. I thankfully have a service to handle the driveway/alley, however, my front facing windows had snow just about up to them with the drifts so the foundation needed a good dig. A snow fence may be in order for me next winter if another such storm makes an appearance.

A gold star to whomever handles the electricity for the area as I didn't even get a service blip during the wacky wind time.

Bring on 2023 Mother Nature.

Trail Head

new Jan Brady for shower #1

The homestead received an update last week for bathroom number one. Out with the yellow liner and shower curtains that brought about mini puddles on the bathroom floor if not clamped down securely and in with marble walls/floors and glass doors. Very happy with the updates they made (I didn't make them; are you serious?)

On to bathtub number two next!

Trail Head

before view

lost in semantics

I was at a local establishment the other day as the snow came down. Whenever the roads ice up, I think of the bumper shagging days of my youth. The k-mart canvas tennis shoes worked quite well in giving the slickness desired as you grabbed your dad's car bumper down the neighborhood street (and probably inhaled some good exhaust in the process). Hiking boots were not so good for bumper shagging I found in later years as I blew a hole in my jeans one time from butt shagging due to the boots digging in too hard. 

So back to the local establishment, the snow is falling and I call out "good shagging weather, eh?" A table of ladies in hearing distance giggled upon my statement. After a moment of pause and the light bulb going off on the giggle reason, I came back with, "good BUMPER shagging weather." One word makes a difference thanks to Austin Powers.

Trail Head