Shyne

37.56 – No more winter?

Punks-atawney Phil, I think a little bit later I’ll be calling shenanigans on you.  Or does your forecast only apply to PA?  If that is so, then go back in your cage and wake up at 6am to the alarm clock playing “I’ve Got You Babe.”  </rant>

I just spent a half an hour writing an email and it flowed right out.  It took me twenty minutes to write those first few sentences.  No bueno.

Every day I get an email reminder that I should write.  It says 750 words, but that’s a heck of a lot of words so I just strive to write a few.

Oh, I wanted to show you a picture from this morning.

iPhones take crappy pictures, at least the older ones do.  But I took this photo this morning after I got out of my car at work.  Shortly thereafter, I nearly froze to death.  No, no, I kid, I kid.  I only lost the tip of my nose.

It’s late, I’ve gotta scoot.  Stay warm, people!

37.55 – Dust yourself off and try again

Welcome to February.  Welcome to Black History Month.  Welcome to another month of trying to write daily.

You know, even though it’s been 10 days, there still hasn’t been all that much to write to you about.  A lady on the news said that you should tune up your furnace like you tune up your car….about once every three years.  Every.  Three.  Years.  I think she must kill a lot of cars.

Is it cold where you are?  Really cold?  Record breaking cold?  25 below overnight cold?  It’s chilly here.

Speaking of this cold, does your car act up in the cold?  Or is it just mine because it’s almost as old as my child?  I always have the radio loud.  Know why?  Because then I can’t hear that sad, sad mouse in my steering wheel when I turn left or that clanky clanky sound in the front right that’s probably another freaking CV gone south but I don’t want to think about it.  It only has to last until the weather breaks because then I can ride my bike to work and then if all goes as planned, I can buy a new (brand-new, not used, only test-driven, not eaten in, not smoked in, mine all mine) car.  Hello Subaru and your all-wheel drive.

In my writing attempts, my next big goal is to write a book.  One of those laying by the pool reads that won’t require all of your attention but will secretly garner it anyway.  I have the first few chapters and some middle stuff but no end.  Please feel free to prod me about getting it finished at random intervals.

Well, the house smells like chili so I think I’ll go eat it.

Be good.

37.45 – MgCl

When it snows in the Burgh, there’s salt and ash.  Of course, it’s been a while since I’ve been there, so maybe there are new avenues now.  Stranger things have been known to happen.  Out here in Denver, they use a compound called magnesium chloride, mag chloride for short.  Last week, we had a mini snowstorm and as such, the plows were out in full force.  Much as it is in Pittsburgh, I’m sure, all the news talked about was the 3 stinking inches of snow that we got.  We got constant updates on how much snow had fallen, how much more might fall, and how CDOT (like PennDOT) was keeping up with keeping the roads clear.

As Lovey and I watched the news last week, the weatherman was on and, due to the repetitive nature of the news I was only half-listening, he informed us that the plows were out dropping mag chloride.  In my head, all of a sudden, the chubby white weatherman was in a Snoop Dogg video with some gold chains and the requisite ladies in bikinis telling me the weather.  He was spittin’ game like never before and he reached the pinnacle, I mean he reigned supreme, when he said that those damn trucks were out there droppin’ MAD CHLORIDE, man!

I should probably listen a little better.

I was complaining on my Facebook status that it was payday but all gone.  It is, but I had to put aside a little spending money for the next item for the “other”  living room.  Maybe another month and a half and it’ll be complete.  *evil, sly grin*

Well, I’ve got to go do some things.  I hope you all enjoy the remainder of your Saturday.  I know I will. 😀

37.42 – Time out. Time out! TIME OUT, DAMMIT!

Ha, yeah, I’m watching the replay of the Steelers game.  OMG I just threw up in my mouth.  They just showed across the bottom that NOW, they just found out that Tom “pretty boy” Brady played the entire 2010 season with a stress fracture in his shoulder.  Dude, seriously?  I could take the x-ray myself, develop the film, read the x-ray and see the fracture with my own eyes and I’m still calling BS and saying that you’re making excuses.  Ugh.  The.  Worst.  Ever.

Wait, I have to post this….

Okay, had to get that out there with that first part.  The rest is just me rambling as usual.  I was going to title this post “Sliding into home” because that’s almost what I did pulling into the driveway after work today since we got some more snow.  Standing out in the front, under the streetlight, just watching the snow fall was pretty damn fantastic.

Just thinking I should have DVR’ed this game so I could watch it again to get pumped up for the game on Sunday.

That’s all I’ve got today.  Wait, one more thing.

Dear NFL,

For the Super Bowl, please take each team’s local announcers to call the game.  Whichever team gets the ball first has their home commentators call the first half.  Other team, second half.

Thanks,

Me.

37.40 – Crashing back to reality

Yes, reality.  Where I don’t really have the time or energy or interest in writing every day.  I’m not going to beat myself up over it though.  Life goes on after missing a day or two of not writing.

Even still, after these days, there hasn’t been all that much to talk about.  At the end of my rope with one thing or another.

Yeah, so, that’s it.  Maybe tomorrow.

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