So yes, I love the fact that the groundhog saw his shadow. Not that I ever gave into those "conspiracy theories" as what I like to call it. It is supposed to resemble the say spring starts. I guess it is at all possible that there can be different seasons in different parts of the state. Wow I should really become a geology expert or a meteorologist. Because I think I just may have cracked something about this good ol' earth. I started this winter season excited. I grabbed up the sweaters in the stores and was ready for this sweater weather. Now I am sick of it, I want the thunderstorms and the sunny weather. So I sure hope it is coming. Because this is old.
I am stuck at my husband's job. Well actually I volunteered after his boss gave us the idea of me coming up here. Just in case this snow stuck and my husband ended up being trapped here. How sweet I know. But it didn't get too bad actually. Walmart was packed with people stocking up on food (and beer of course because of the drunks with the super bowl) because they thought ice age was coming. That is small towns for you, we all get dramatic because of a little ice thinking we will freeze over. Buuuuut once again we did not. Pretty disappointing. I was a little excited for a second there, I will not lie. But there were some HUGE snowflakes coming down it was almost scary to look out the window. -- Not that you can really tell from the picture.
Mr. Groundhog now that you have seen your shadow can you please tell mother nature to quit smoking whatever she is smoking and make it sunny! Thanks.
I hope you all enjoyed your super bowl night as much as I did. In a hotel down the hall from a bunch of men consuming their weight in beer and cheetos screaming at a T.V. about two teams they hate; as a friend told me. As you have all enjoyed your cheese dip and wings. I ate left over greek bread which was amazing by the way! I hate football. The half naked women that really need some respect for themselves and are called "cheer leaders." How sad that they are so brainwashed into thinking they actually play a role. The beer advertisements that are just getting worse and worse. I am glad my husband has the same morals as I do about football. I guess this post was more of a rant. Can you blame me? I am stuck in a hotel room until 11pm. I am bored, tired and hungry.
Anyways, I am rambling way too much. Goodnight.
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