Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Snowacalypse 2009 update...

We are going into hour 8 of this horrible wintry-mix storm here in the Kansas City Metro area.  This storm reeks of evil, it is sneaky and smart.  We all need to be on alert for the impending doom.  So far, it has only rained, but there is no telling what this storm will do.  Don’t let down your guard for a second.  There is just no telling what is going to happen over the next 24 hours.

 

By some miracle, we are still alive.  What our fates will be over the next 24 hours- no one knows.  I just hope that I will see another day here in the epicenter of the Great Wintry-Mix Storm of 2009.

Monday, December 7, 2009

WINTRY-MIX APOCALYPSE 2009!!!!!!!

I HOPE ALL IN THE KANSAS CITY AREA HAVE PREPARED FOR THE INCOMING WINTRY-MIX WE WILL HAVE TOMMORROW.  ACCORDING TO SOME METEOROLOGISTS WE MAY GET INCHES OF SNOW, INCHES!,  LIKE BETWEEN 1 AND 2 INCHES!  MIXED WITH PERIODS OF RAIN!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

Seriously though, I hope everyone is prepared, because it will take FEMA at least 96 hours to get to your house to save you from this epic wintry-mix storm that is about to vex us.  I warned you and so have all the networks and their weather guys throughout the Kansas City area, so don’t come trekking to my house to take advantage of our 96 hour kits.  Why, KCTV 5, the local “Hard Hitting, Investigative” news program had a live report from a hardware store that was being overrun by an old lady getting ice-melt for her steps.  The horrid sight of that old bag running amok through the hardware store was almost more than I could take.  I mean, even though employees outnumbered the one customer at a 10:1 ratio, it was still horrifying to see the panic on her face as she quickly scooted her walker up and down the aisles.  That is a scene that will haunt my dreams for years to come.  I just wish I could get a bullhorn and shout “CALM DOWN!!” to everyone who is frantically stocking up for the snow/rain mix we are going to get tomorrow.  I think December 8, 2009 will go down in history as one of the worst wintry-mix storms of the last two centuries.  To the Tennessee Olsen’s - don’t ever forget us, ever.  Keep our memories alive, our souls lit bright in the memorials of your memories.  And, if by some miracle we make it out alive, we’ll be sure to keep the flame of life memories burning for those that were not so fortunate.  Remember…I love you all, and hope to be able to write again…only time will tell if I can make it through this wintry-mix.

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

A purpose...

There are some who read my blog that may wonder what my purpose is in writing.  Is it to inform, to persuade, perhaps to educate?  Nope, it is not any of those.  The 3 or 4 people who read my blog I am sure agree with the things I say, and the others who may stumble here now and then may wonder why anyone cares to read my deep thoughts.  So, what is my purpose?  It is purely for selfish reasons that I write this blog.  I write first of all to vent my frustrations with things going on around me, not so people know, but just for therapeutic reasons.  The second reason I write is to have contact and communication with my extended family.  Knowing they read my blog, and I theirs helps to keep me feeling close to them.  These are really the only reasons I write, in case you ever wondered “who cares?” when reading my blog.

 

And by the way, Grant is being potty trained (finally!) and is confusing “poop” and “pee”- he thinks they both refer to the act of urinating.  We had to come up with another way to describe the act of the bowel movement, and somehow what he landed on to describe a BM is “stinky brown”.  Just thought everyone should know…

 

Gotta go and make a stinky brown- Peace, I’m out!

 

P.S. On a side note- we had better make sure we don’t feed Grant any Fruit Loops, as then he would be really confused as to why what is supposed to be stinky brown is now stinky green.