Bring in the Brass Monkey

Alright, the weather man has been wetting on himself for the last week over the "CANADIAN CRUSHER". Our favorite meteorologist (Evan Andrews) has been living at the station and just can't wait for the day he's really, REALLY needed at the station. I blame it on those damn dopler radar waves, or maybe its the paint he's huffing off camera, but anytime the weather has a hicup he starts drooling and gets kinda bug eyed, could be why he's our favorite.



Thats right, a big arctic cold front has come to North Texas. I always get a kick out of these fronts. If you've lived or spent any time in a state that gets snow on a semi-regular basis, you'll realize that in Texas we have a tendency to over react to foul weather.


BEEP BEEP BEEP...


BEEP BEEP BEEP...


Oh God, it's a weather alert. Is it a tornado? Severe thunderstorms? Frogs and Locusts?


"We interupt this regularly scheduled program for this important breaking news. A cold front is on it's way to your neighborhood. It is predicted to make up to 1 inch of snow. That's right, enough snow to leave a footprint! Horde food, water, batteries, pop tarts, beer, and gasoline. If you are an elderly Texan, you may not live through this".

Meanwhile in Ohio...


"Yeah, only 3 inches of snow, I can still find my golf ball."


We get so dang silly about the weather, or so it would seem. Most of these other states get snow. Do we get snow to make snow men, snow angels, snowball fights? No, we get screwed over and get ice.


You can drive on snow, you can't on ice, and this guy REALLY can't drive on ice.

Here's why I stayed in the house most of the day. To give you an idea of how close to home this was, thats my fence and my KIA in the foreground. The wind was dry and blew so hard that it actually evaporated some of the ice off the road so I went to town for some medicine, groceries, and movies around 5pm.

Most of the idiots were already in the ditch or back at the house. This made for short lines, although the hot chocolate section had a decidedly picked over look to it, and the Brookshires ran out of chip beef. Sad, so sad that I can't have chip beef with gravy on toast. I got some Little Debbie snacks, chocolate cake mix, and other unhealthy pickins instead.

Oh yeah, my son made a Stinky. I capitalize it because it's so foul it should be a proper noun.

Look to the photo page soon for more pics of my son being tortured.

We had comfort food. Lastnight it was nachos with painfully hot jalapenos. Blueberry muffins for breakfast (with a huge pot of coffee), tuna melts for lunch, and homemade pizza for dinner followed by chocolate cake and a glass of milk. Now we (Mary, William, Justice, Liberty, Casey, Alley, and myself) are all in the living room lounging around and thinking how good it is to have heat.





All hail heat.