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I'm taking the weekend off and going down to Bowling Green, KY for one of the biggest Disc Golf tournaments around.
If anything, it will be a fun get away, hanging out with my friends the wife refers to as the Disc Golf Dorks.
Enjoy your weekend.
Public service announcement: We are now just www.hoorayforsaturday.com.
I know, I bet my five readers thought I fell off the face of the earth. I haven't done that yet.
It's spring break around here. No, we aren't funneling in Panama City, Florida, just enjoying some family time.
I will return very soon, bright eyed and bushy tailed.
Sorry for the visual.
You know, they're playing basketball. March Madness y'all.
I don't consider myself much of a basketball fan, although I do cheer for the Lady Beavers of Blackburn College. A cousin to the wife had yet another great season for the Beavers.
It's safe to say that if I had to watch a full season of basketball, I would prefer to watch women's basketball. I think they play more of a team game. However, it's tournament time and if I can watch something besides news, Oswald, or reruns of Project Runway during the few minutes I might turn on the TV during the day, I will be on the lookout for buzzer beaters.
That right you folks with "real" jobs, I'm watching basketball even though I don't have a bracket made out.
I think it's safe to say that if Boone County, Kentucky continues on it's current growth rate that it will quickly outgrow it's infrastructure. Heck, there are numerous spots now that get plenty of complaints, but seen from an urban eye (if you will) they really aren't that bad. It's just rush hour.
After living here for almost two years, I seemed to have learned all the traffic patterns and I find them interesting.
Both the lightest and heaviest traffic take place in a matter of hours on Sunday. Almost everyone in the community either goes to church or stays in (perhaps to not be seen not going to church?) on Sunday morning. There is a window of time, between say 9:30am and 12:30pm, on Sunday morning when the streets are yours, along with the other heathens. I like to run all my errands and do some shopping then. Wait, did I just give myself away? However, if you find yourself out past 12:30pm, watch out! Driving around here after church on Sunday mornings, people just lose their minds. I know the collar of the dress shirt or the flesh colored pantyhose might be a little tight and the kids are hungry, tired & cross, but hold on a second folks. Where is the love? Where is the fellowship? Dealing with traffic, on an early Sunday afternoon, in Florence, Kentucky is the worst.
There are also other odd things about the traffic around here. There is one main intersection in town that is know for it's grid lock during typical rush hour and I guess I'm one of the few people that realizes that there are indeed two lanes to go straight across it, when everyone else (that has most likely lived here a lot longer than I have) always lines up for at least three or four cycles of the traffic signal to get through it. Weird.
If people are freaking out now, I can't imagine it two years from now if all the stuff that is supposedly being planned actually happens. I guess it's all relative to what people are used to, for me it's nothing.
Yesterday I had one of those days when you want Superman to fly earth really fast, so it spins backwards and we go back in time, to start all over again.
The day started off with everyone being a little tired and cross from the hour of sleep that was lost on Saturday night. Getting Doodlebug out of bed and dressed for school was more of a chore than it normally is, and seeing that for some reason lately she has reverted back to grasping my leg and crying as I try to leave her at school, that portion of the morning was about as fun as sitting in a dental chair.
It's safe to say that our boy is doing his part to keep the legend of "terrible twos" going strong for all you new and future parents. He is a mess, not a hot fierce mess, just a daredevil goofball, that has a bad case of cabin fever, mess. So when we stopped at the store and then on to the post office, he proceeded to let every Joe & Jane Public know that he has been couped up at home for the majority of the winter and has completely forgot how to act while out and about. This part I can get over and I think will pass eventually, or we can do like I suggested to his grandmother, pack him up in a box and ship him to live with them.
Then came the lunch hour, which the following happened all in a matter of five minutes. I was getting some jellied pork fat (don't ask) ready to go out to the trash, when the substance slipped out as I was putting it into a jar and it dumped all over the stove. As I was cleaning that up and trying to get the children fed, I pulled our oatmeal (it was an oatmeal lunch kind of day) from the microwave only to realize the boy had crawled up behind me in a prone position on the floor, so I could trip over him. As to not fall and kill him, I caught myself with one hand on the counter-top, only to leave the other hand on the bowl of oatmeal. Of course, while losing my balance and having the silly child's safety in mind, my grip on the bowl was lost and so was the oatmeal, all over the front of the bottom cabinets and my leg. It was hot and I wear shorts all the time, so I literally bit my tongue to stop from shouting out profane things that end with an exclamation point. So to make sure everyone is with me...I've got jellied pork fat all over the stove, hot oatmeal burning the first layer of skin off my right shin and seeping into the piano hinge on the big cabinet door, as well as other cabinet doors, and a goofy two year old dunce boy looking up telling me, "I'm swimming! Look daddy, I'm swimming!". Oh, I'm not done yet. The daughter is asking me when lunch will be ready and all I want to do is get them to the table to eat, so I can get back to cleaning. I go to grab a couple more packs of oatmeal out of the pantry and somehow a can of soda gets knocked from the top shelf and as I try to catch it on it's way down, a hole is punctured in it, just small enough to spray diet root beer all over everything in the pantry and onto the floor. Good times. I sat there thinking to myself, when the remake of the film Mr. Mom comes out, remember you saw this scene here first. I mean of course, I have no idea what I'm doing here right.
So the kids get fed, I spend the next hour cleaning up the kitchen and I'm ready for a smoke break. I've never smoked anything in my life, but I use that reference as to all those people I worked with in the past that got to go take a break because they smoked, but yet if I was sitting around doing nothing I was questioned as to what I was doing. So when I need a moment..."I'm on a smoke break".
Both kids are beat, from playing in the snow and just in general from the weekend that would never end, because of the snow. So they go to their rooms to rest. I take the time to unwind a moment, but twenty minutes into that, I hear a huge crash from The Little Man's room. I open the door to find him nude in his crib and his entire bookshelf turned over on the ground. Awesome. So needless to say, there was no rest for any of us and we proceeded to get on one another's nerves the rest of the day waiting for The Lady to get home from work.
To put a little icing on the cake, the wife hands me my cell phone and asked why I have a random text message saying something to the notion of "I saw your profile online, look at mine and let's chat". So I've got the one raised eyebrow because of that for a few hours. I get wrong numbers and odd text on my cell phone here, more so then I ever did in Chicago. The text was from Laverne. Honey, I really dig you too, I love the letter L thing you have going on every sweater you wear, but I've always kind of been into Shirley. I looked into the text I got on my phone and Google it, to find out that I'm not the only person getting it. There are a couple of threads out there that talk about the same message, it ends up it's just random solicitation. Wonderful.
Good grief, I needed someone to tell me I was skinny and pretty. Once the day was finally coming to an end, I took my fat, ugly self down into the basement and watched men cutting down trees in the Oregon forests. At least it was in HD.
We were driving down the road behind a Mini Cooper today, on the way to drop off Doodlbug at preschool, then all of a sudden it disappeared.
Not really, but there are some giant potholes forming around here.
This fat guy is an uncle again.
The sister-in-law had her baby today. Our little niece showed up a couple of weeks early, Go figure...all the cool kids are doing it.
Mother, father and daughter are resting well. I hope they get it while they can.
Welcome to the parent club folks.
So after I posted this morning, mocking the blizzard, we got dumped on! The biggest amount of snow easily fell between the hours of 8am and 1pm today. They say it's the biggest single snowfall in the Greater Cincinnati Area since WKRP was rocking the airwaves.
Mother Nature, I'm sorry for making fun of your flurries earlier.
Pictures of our blizzard here.
That's right folks, a blizzard. It's been snowing since yesterday morning and we are hunkered down for the weekend. It's hard to say how much snow we have received so far, because it's blowing and you can't really just stick a ruler in it to get a accurate measurement.
The wife and I were just considering if this would be considered a blizzard in Chicago. We both said no, it would just be a bother, but because of lack of equipment (plows) here, we'll give them the word blizzard. Actually, this is the biggest snowfall in a few years here.
This blizzard in northern Kentucky, in March, on a Saturday, pretty much sums up the way the weather has been this year. Nuts.
The Lady was just mentioning that she hopes some youngsters with shovels ring our doorbell and offer to clear off our driveway and sidewalk for $20. I can't picture any young people coming up with that business plan around here, they are too busy frolicking in the blizzard. Hey wait one second...I could make some money here today!
This morning as I was going to look at the weather on the laptop computer, it had a little hiccup connecting to our wireless network. I went in to refresh it's connection and noticed all the names of networks I could link to in our area.
Here is a list:
No, the last one on the list is not ours. And by the way, weather is calling anywhere from 5 to 10 inches of snow between now and Saturday night. Oh joy!
