It Snew Again

And this is pretty much all that's going on out there.

Footy

This is still pretty much all that's going on with me.

It Snew

Finally, I am emotionally prepared to post these photos from our notorious blizzard, which nobody enjoyed last Wednesday. We got a foot of snow in one day, some say more, and I can briefly join those who REALLY complain about the local winter weather. Usually, it's a mere annoynance to me at worst and often I enjoy the winter prettiness. I haven't much sympathy for those who moan about it as though they don't realize that we live in the Mid-friggin'-West were this happens reliably all the time. But I was stuck in it, as I ridiculously decided to be a "trooper" and take my post op footy to work. After half a day of whiteout, I knew I needed to git back to the safety and warmth of home. The bus trip that typically takes 20 minutes tops took me over an hour and a half with no promise that I wouldn't be forced to break down and make a desperate call, probably from a bar, for assistance from home. I made it. Tonight we're supposed to get up to six more frozen inches.

Papa M

The man hisself. Oh, how I heart him.

Mad Haberdasher

The legendary snows of Winterland are well known to cause curious behavior in its icily isolated inhabitants. Dig if you will the strange creative stylings that result when Papa M takes scissors to paper in a bizarre attempt to cover the heads of family and friends. Ten more inches of snow are on the way. What will happen?!

Winterland

It's been very snowy here this winter, especially this past month. I'm sure the Southerners and West Coasterlies out there remember when they, too, were Winterlanders here in the mighty Mid-West. It's no accident that I had my new foot attached during hibernation season. It's perfect, seeing this beauty from the warm side of a Jack Frosted window.