Update on Snowblower

It has snowed five more times since my post about snowblowers. I am having a change of heart. If I woke up and there was a snowblower in the garage I wouldn't care too much. Just sayin.

Snow Blower

Woke up to snow falling and about 6 new inches of snow on the ground. This is the third snowstorm in the last 5 days. As I gazed out on the beautiful white wonderland one thought went through my mind - Crap I have to shovel snow. I actually don't mind shoveling snow, it's a good workout and its usually nice and peaceful out there. Our driveway is pretty big, very wide so it takes awhile. The main problem is the neighbors, this place is dominated by mostly retired old guys. Let me put it this way; to fit in you need a snow blower and an enlarged prostate.
After a good storm they come out one by one. Dressed for battle with beanie hats and big boots they emerge from their garages with their snow blowers fired up, steely eyed with their wives waving hankies from the window. Their are two types involved here: the get out early crowd, who usually end up doing it twice, and the later crowd who emerge around noon after a cup of tea and Matlock is over. As you look down the street you see snow flying in the air and the sound of internal combustion engines whining. They look with pity at me and my pathetic snow shovel. Bastards think their better than me. Lisa keeps asking me if I want a snow blower, hell no I say. A point of honor is at stake, I don't need no stinkin machine. The day might come when I can no longer shovel my driveway but it is not today my friend. Give me my shovel and get the hell out of my way.

Make It Stop

Sometimes in the mornings Lisa has the TV on watching but more like listening to it while she gets ready. I soon discovered that as I tried to read my daily two morning newspapers that the most annoying background noise in the world is Regis and Kelly. The painfully irritating banter between these two is exceeded only by the goofy giggling and cackling of their studio audience. I've seen little parts of the program here and there and holy crap what a bunch of tripe. I don't know what gender good old Reeg is but he isn't a man. When Lisa fires up her blow dryer I run in and shut the TV off, but she always turns it back on. I use to think this program was the worst of the bunch but now I have unluckily discovered one that makes this look like Masterpiece Theater. Can you guess? Of course you can. The View with Rosie O'Douchebag has set a new low in irritating programming. The grating, bossy, bitchy voice of hers is like fingers on a blackboard. Never mind her left wing liberal femi-nazi opinions, which are bad enough, but just the sound of her voice is punishment enough. The View was horrible by itself before she came on but now, oh dear lord, make it stop.

Road Rage

Think your roads are bad? Check these out.

http://thrillingwonder.blogspot.com/2006/11/most-dangerous-roads-in-world.html

The Wind Blewed

This home not far from us was one of many that had trees down. 65 mile an hour winds tore up the area. Luckily none of our trees went down. We were without power for one night only. The wind blewed and blewed and then it blewed some more. Andy and the King Cove crowd would scoff at a measly 65 mph wind but then they don't have any freakin trees either.
Of course blewed is not a word but blowed is in the dictionary - says it is used chiefly in the Southern U.S. (redneck central) - past tense of blow is blowed, sorry but that sounds worse than blewed.
The wind is not blewing anymore and has blowed itself out, the effects of the blowning still are evident and we are still blowned away by it. We hope it does not blowed again anytime soon. .

Oh Tannebaum

The saga of this year's Christmas Tree started late. It was December 16 and we still had not gotten a tree, so I asked Boo if he wanted to go out and cut one in the National Forest, he agreed and we set out. After a stop at the Coeur d'Alene Forest Service office for a five dollar permit we took the road up to Fernan Saddle to get us a tree. If you have ever been to North Idaho you know we have a few trees here. The weather was turning nasty with snow falling and the wind blowing - we got up there after kicking in the four wheel drive. Once at the top we started looking for a likely victim, only it was hard because if you stepped off of the snowmobile tracks you sunk to your waist in the deep snow. It had a crust on it so you would break through after a few seconds which made it worse, to walk 50 feet took about 10 minutes. You are supposed to go 200 feet off of the road but since we couldn't actually get that far we looked closer in. The selection was grim, and our standards dropped by the minute. We finally settled for one that looked okay and cut it down. Dragging it out was harder than expected but I made Boo do most of it while I supervised. Once we got to the truck we stood it up and was surprised to see it was about 15 feet tall. I cut off a few feet and threw it in. The dogs didn't like sharing the back of the truck with it but they lived. Once we got home I measured the ceiling where it would go and went out and cut off another few feet and put it in a stand. Hmmm, it looked like crap. I took it in anyway and set it up. Lisa actually cried a little when she saw it and I was preparing to haul it out the door but she said no. We decided it fit this Christmas. She asked if I could put a few more branches in to fill some spots, when I told her I already had she cried again. She tried to put a hand blown glass ornament on it that Boo had made and the branch drooped to the floor. I threw some lights on it, two lightweight strands was all it could handle and washed my hands of the whole business. Lisa set to work on it and using only lightweight ornaments, stuffed animals and who knows what else, she transformed our sorry little tree. That night with the lights on and a glow from the fireplace it was a beautiful tree symbolic of our saga, starting with high hopes, hardened by reality, tempered with conflict and ending with the family finally settling. It was a Christmas Miracle. Hallelujah - I need some eggnog.

Visit From Dr. Nick & Family

We got to see Nick and Emily and the kids for a few days this week. They flew into Spokane and stayed with us for two nights on their way to Richland Washington for a job interview for Nick.
We had a great time with them and although the Richland job isn't going to pan out I tried talking them into pursuing jobs in Kallispell and Billings Montana - who knows. Anything to get some family up in the Northland. Plus if Nick lived in Kallispell can you imagine the fishing? I mean really dude......
I definitely know the twins very well now and which is Savanna and which is Sophia. They have totally different personalities and looks but they are both little sweethearts. Isaac was great, a happy kid who loves to draw and color and get on the computer and google search: he went non stop running around the house bouncing on a exercise ball and taking the dogs for walks at the English Point trails. He ran after Farley for miles giggling and calling to him. He cracked us up with how he wrote our names - I am SeaJay and there is Antleca and Tasha Recort. He kept careful track of their itineary and always knew the dates and times with great detail. Nick and Em are very busy keeping track of all this and do a great job. It made me tired just watching them. Well, Nick is still considering where to take a job and they would like to be in Utah of course but if not I hope they find something in this area. SeaJay out -