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4 feet of snow + wind + 15 foot drifts = snowed in for 3 days

snowed in for 3 days + tv channels out + Ran out of Guinness + constant cabin fever TallBoy = I would soo rather be at work

 

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 I took crap for pictures (these were taken with my phone) because I basically lost my mind after the third straight day.  It is too bad, cause we actually had to hire a guy with a tractor to come break down the wall of snow the plow left in front of our driveway – and that would have been some cool pictures.  We had power though, and many many people did not. So I can’t complain…to much…Ok, I’ve pretty much been complaining for 5 days.

If you have a burning desire to read more about the infamous South Dakota Blizzard of ’08, you can start here:

Blizzard pummels South Dakota, stranding motorists

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My Freaky Frank that I built at thesneeze.com

My Freaky Frank that I built at thesneeze.com

The scene: Longest Friday Afternoon Ever Before A Three Day Weekend and it is Freaking Snowing on October 10th and I’m Hungry:
And then i found the Freaky Franks toy at thesneeze.com and I built me some virtual Freaky Franks.  With toothpaste and buffalo wings!
And then the tartar control topping started to look really good because I was still really hungry. 
And it was still snowing.
On freaking October 10th.
And it was still the longest Friday afternoon before a three day weekend ever.
But the Freaky Franks toy was fun!  It just wasn’t quite able to transport me to a Saturday in July at the water park with a picnic spread including pizza and Guinness. 
And the search for the ultimate time transport device disguised as a hot dog continues…
 
 
Holy Buckets!
*No turning back now * Luckily, I brought a change of pants*

You don’t know me very well at this point, but I can assure you that jumping out of planes (note: by myself!) is completely out of character. 

I am usually the “old-fogy” that follows poor TallBoy around telling him to Slow Down! and Be Careful! and The Box Says You Should Wear Safety Goggles When Using This Power Tool!!! or, Shouldn’t We Be Carrying Bear Repellent Out Here?! I already plan to require our future children to wear helmets at all times…because, really, we should probably all be wearing helmets.

But, there is also a side to me that is stupid stubborn.  TallBoy has learned that if he tells me enough times (in a slightly mocking -it’s okay that you’re scared – I understand you’re a chicken crap and I still like you usually – when you’re not berating me for not using my turn signal properly – manner) that I am not brave enough to do something, I get pissy.  Usually just pissy enough to show him that I can, in fact, do impulsive (crazy) things.  I held out on the skydiving activity for years, but TallBoy, who is a somewhat experienced skydiver, was hell-bent on making it happen.  For four years, he recounted his thrilling, non-terrifying, completely safe, and all around Awesome! skydiving experiences…I initially agreed and we both began counting down the days, though probably for different reasons (I think I’m sick with the bird flew today hon, I can’t go.  Or it could be whirling trout disease – I’ve been spending a lot of time swimming at the fish-hatchery lately).  But, we had put down a non-refundable deposit, so that was that. 

And, I was assured that we would in fact be wearing helmets. And safety goggles. 

*Before the crash landing* Yeah, well, I'd like to see  you try it*

 There is a term at the drop zone used to describe the non-jumping spectators.  They are the “What For They Do That For” or the “WhoaFos.”  Why would you jump out of a perfectly good plan? (I mean, really, why would you.)  But this “WhoaFo” climbed out on the strut of a moving plane and (after some serious self-talk) let go.

The jury is still out on the entire experience and whether or not I will skydive again.  But, I think I now understand What For They Actually Do It For.  TallBoy has already made several more jumps over the last few weeks…and, I don’t think he is crazy for doing so (believe me, this is definitely an ‘a-ha’ realization). 

*Hot Stuff*

*Hot Stuff*

And, I learned something that I hope will stick with me.  There is a difference between being cautious and always expecting the worse case scenario.  I don’t need to be afraid of taking a risk every once and a while, to hope for the best.  Sometimes, I just need to shut-up…and JUMP!