Funny joke, 2014

Even the Little Weirdo isn't amused. And he's always up for a good laugh.

Too much snow. Too much cold.

But this isn't fun anymore. Someone's going to get hurt. It's time to thaw out so we can all drive safely on the roads and get the mail without paramedics on stand-by.

Our area got about 10 inches of snow during the early hours yesterday. Temps are around -10.

Let's contrast the seasons, shall we?

Remember the yard sale last summer?

Here's a photo of that same yard today:

Oh young 2014. You're just full of peas and vinegar*, aren't you?

*A note about peas and vinegar: My grandmother used to say "pee and vinegar," which I think is vulgar. Funny thing is, she was always so proper. When I was about nine years old, I told her I didn't have enough guts to put contact lenses in my eyes. She told me straight away that ladies don't say "guts." 

But "pee and vinegar" on the other hand...

Stay warm (and try not to say "pee" or "guts.")
 

The saga continues this season

So many people think I sell Christmas trees. Such an odd thing to think of someone, right?

The following is from last year's post about it...

This time of year, our phone rings off the hook. Why?

People think I sell Christmas trees.

Why would they think such a thing? Well, there is a simple explanation.

Many years ago (2007, I looked it up), I wrote an article for a local tree farm. I visited the farm and had such a great time. The owners were oh-so-nice and taught me a lot about varieties of trees as we walked their acreage. Of course, I said awesome things about them in my article. 

They liked that I said awesome things about them so much they put a blurb on their home page along with my name and phone number at the bottom. When people go to their website they just glance and see my number. Then my phone rings.

Mostly callers want to know if I'm open on Thanksgiving. Or Sundays. Or what time I close.

I could call the tree farm people and ask them to remove my phone number. I think I already did that a while back. 

But that's OK.

I like it when people call me.

What a difference a week makes

Mr. Cool 's ramp was perfect for sledding last week.

What a difference today. Yay springtime!

A Snow Romp by the Little Weirdo

 

Thank you for attending Weirdo's interpretive frolic. 

Hey I know, let's make snow ice cream!

Our area was recently pounded with over a foot of fluffy stuff.

Newly fallen snow is ripe for making ice cream! 

Here's how:

Snow ice cream

Mix together:
1/2 cup sugar
1 cup milk
2 1/2 Tablespoons vanilla

Then go outside and get about 2 quarts of FRESHLY-FALLEN CLEAN snow.

*Gather the snow on top. Never scrape the ground or car or patio table etc. when harvesting snow for eating. 

Dump the snow into a large bowl.
Drizzle the milk mixture over the top of the snow.
Stir.
Serve!

We added sprinkles, but any ice cream toppings sound good to me!

Have you ever made snow ice cream? 

My car has a wild streak

 
Over a foot of snow yesterday.

Just look at my car's new 'do!

Take a deep breath, Mr. Cool

Does your dog do this? 

When it's cold outside, Mr. Cool buries his nose in the blankets.

Can he breathe under there? I DON'T KNOW.

Since his age is equivalent to a 35-year-old human, I figure he's got it under control.

But it makes me nervous.

 

This post was shared on this neighborly site:

Snoopy's Dog Blog

Snow on the beagle

It's a Happy New Year's Eve snow!

"Get a load of the wagon with white stuff on it," says Mr. Cool.

Celebrate safely tonight, everyone!