It's Snow Fun ... Volume II

Note to self: next time Gary England says that Oklahoma City's going to get five to ten inches of snow, BELIEVE THE GUY and get yourself to the grocery store before it happens. Otherwise, you're just begging for a trip out in this ...

Honestly, I've never been so glad to own a gas-guzzling ozone-killing road-hogging three-ton sport utility vehicle (sorry, Helen). Forget that gas is $2.09 per gallon here (and believe me, I pitched a hissy like no other the minute it got past $1.25 ... it was 89 cents a gallon when I got a driver's license, and I truly believe that anything much past a buck is a total mockery in a state where we grow the stuff). Forget that our fine city has something like three snowplows and six salt-and-sand trucks for all 800+ square miles. Forget even that I'd been quite nonchalant in not bothering to go yesterday ... bloody hell, the Marlboro stash was gone, and I had to go!! Sigh.

It was a most harrowing trip in super-slow-motion down the Lake Hefner Parkway and across the Britton Road overpass to the Albertson's. Some twit was rightuponmytail for at least three miles on the Parkway, and only decided to sod off and go around me when I kept tapping my brakes. Once I got there, though, it wasn't bad ... not counting the four people working at Albertson's, I was one of three people in the whole place!

(Further note to self: get some of that quit-smoking prescription stuff and some Nicorette gum ... SOON.)

It's Snow Fun (or, there goes that Mother-Of-The-Year Award)

Are you sure you want to read this? It is, after all, being posted by someone who's come smooth out of the running for any sort of cool-mum nod. Apparently I thought it was more important to do inane and stupid things (like tidy rooms and do homework, which at kindergarten level is learning to read by reading every book upon which one might lay one's otherwise idle hands) than to go outside and play in Nature's white confection. Alas and alack, cried my short people, how are we ever to develop into truly well-rounded human beings who might make positive contributions to the world if we don't get to go out and play in the snow??!! (All right, so it wasn't necessarily so eloquently said as that, but you get the idea.) My mom DID say I'd pay for my own raising at some point, but silly me, I thought it wouldn't be till the little toerags were of ages that ended in "-teen".

Post The First (Insert Trumpet Fanfare Here)

So, my friend Mary in Connecticut has been after me for ages to crank up a blog. I've continually said no, because (choose your favorite reason) I haven't got time, I haven't got anything to say, nobody really cares what I think, etc. Today, however, it is snowing like anything (by Oklahoma standards, anyhow ... two flakes hit this town and everything screeches to a shuddering halt, hopefully without any point of impact) and I am bored stupid. Yes, I could take the short people out to make snow angels and snow people and snow whatever else, but really, it's COLD outside, and so therefore I make my timid way into the blogosphere. God help us all ... !