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So Far So Good

So I have serious issues with Mother Nature when she decides to dump 18 inches of snow on my lawn just hours before I'm to leave on my much anticipated trip to LaCrosse. Damn the woman and her PMS type tendancies. The plan, before Murphy came along and conspired with Ms. Nature, was to leave Friday morning and spend 2 1/2 glorious days with Georgia and Zach, see some friends and family and more importantly, get my new tats. Yeah, snow kind of kills that idea. Especially when it takes more than 30 minutes just to brush the snow off the car, nevermind the digging out, the uphill stop sign and the car not wanting to do anything but dance to this.

I've been living in the midwest for 20 of my almost 34 years. (I must pause and cringe that I just put in writing that I'll be 34 this year. Makes it all the more real for me. Gah!) I spent 7 years off the lakefront in Chicago, brutal winters in the 80's. Winter trips to no man's land in Iowa. Yikes. 12 in Wisonsin. Did you know that I moved to Madison, WI from Tucson, AZ in the middle of a blizzard? True story. Walked off the plane in a sweater, shorts and Birks. Minnesota has been my home for a year and to be honest, I was starting to dig it. We had a mild winter and I was hoping that would be the trend. Maybe this global warming thing isn't so bad. Then these two got together and done screwed it all up.

All is good though. We're leaving in a few minutes to head down there. The highways are open, no snow is forecasted. Sven said it'll be in the 30's tomorrow. Mama like. I could very well post from there. I prolly will because I have my customer that I have to warn the world about. Les, don't fall off the edge of your seat hon. It's coming.

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Les Becker said…
You make it very difficult to remain a non-smoker. That's all I have to say.

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