The Big DumpTruck

Okay, obligatory picture of my kid out in the snow. What he’s standing in is what’s new since the last storm. That’s also why I left the rubbish barrels in the picture – we had rubbish pickup on Monday, so that’s all new snow on top of those babies.

It’s not as bad as on the Cape (did you guys see the picture on the front page of the Globe yesterday – the houses looked like the inside of a freezer. It looked SO cool, but that’s only because I don’t live down there and my house wasn’t encased in ice.

So Junior didn’t have school and Mr. Dump told me the commute in was horrendous, so I guess that answers that question. Actually, it’s only 9:50am and there’s already a good four inches out there, and they say it isn’t going to stop snowing until tomorrow morning – so did they up the accumulation predictions? If it keeps up at this rate, I’m guessing we’ll be getting at least another foot.

Is this how I wanted to spend my last day as a 39 year old? No. I wanted to go to work, and at lunch run to Borders at the Solomon Pond Mall. Now I’m pretty sure we aren’t going anywhere today.

Pictures later, now off to shovel.

Proving that it’s all a delicate balance between light and dark, sanity and insanity, winter and summer, yesterday I signed Junior up for 4 weeks of introductory ski lessons. Tonight I signed him up for Instructional League baseball. (Wait, my baby is too big for t-ball? Waaaaaaa!)

So now he wants to take his ski lessons NOW. And then he got angry when he heard that he had to wait for the snow to melt before Little League started. Ahhh, to be seven again.

Oh, by the way, here is some Junior Humor.

Him: You can come up now [to tuck him in]

Me: Okay, I’ll be up in two shakes

Him: Bananas or no bananas?

Me: What?

Him: In the two shakes…

Oh man, just what we were missing around here…six more inches of snow!

I wonder if they’ll cancel school or not. Ugh.

You know, it’s just one of those days where I have nothing worth talking about. I have little bits of fluff floating around, but nothing you would be remotely interested in. Nothing to win me one of those bloggie-er awards. You know that’s all I’m after.

I was going to rant about people who do 55 on route 495 (Ya, I’m talking about you, Miss ‘My Car is twenty years old so apparently I have to treat it like a moped’) but that’s so “been there, done that.”

I’m sad that Johnny Carson died, but I often read the National Enquirer, so I knew his emphysema was catching up with him. They had a photo of him and he looked bad. So maybe I wasn’t as stunned by the news as others. He was great – I probably should look into the “best of” DVDs but I’m sure the price just jumped on anything Carson-related.

My cow-orker brought me back a souvenir from her Florida Vacation as an early birthday present. It’s a grape lollipop. With a cricket in the middle of it. I wonder how low my blood sugar would have to be for me to unwrap that sucker (HA!)? I did complain to her that it was just my luck that the cricket is missing a leg. Isn’t that always the way? Nobody takes pride in their workmanship any more. And here’s an important question – do they use dead crickets to make these, or are the crickets alive until the molten sugar is poured in the mold? I’m guessing dead. I just hope it was fresh.