So we've been out three times now.

Once in the morning to dig out the driveway and the walkways and a path to the storm cellar and the deck.

Once in the early afternoon to brush off the cars and then dig out the driveway again.

AND once at dusk, when it became painfully apparent to us that there would be no plow in our foreseeable future. So the two of us dug out our ENTIRE street with a couple of plastic snow shovels.

I just sent the Department of Public Works an email telling them to expect a bill from us for services rendered.

Hell of a job they're doing over there by the way.

Someone was taking last week's challenge word a bit literally. Hmmm maybe I should rethink the fic I'm currently writing. Instant karma might come back to bite me in the ass.

We could really use some sort of futuristic snow removal tractor beam right about now, unfortunately we only have snow shovels to rely on.

( pics )

So now we're all dug out, but STILL waiting for a plow to make an appearance. Can you believe it? We've been trying to call the highway department to complain, but the only number we can find listed has been busy all day. Taken off the hook I'll bet, so they don't have to deal with taxpayer complaints. REALLY happy about that right now.

What are we living in Alaska now? Gotta wait for the spring thaw to get out.

( Whofic stuff for those interested, cut to spare the rest of my flist )

Now that I'm thinking about it, maybe once the holidays are over and we've all hopefully got a little more time on our hands we could write some fic to cheer Nic up a bit. Maybe some lovely hurt/comfort fic, for our poor hurt lovely.

And on a related note, I know full well that there are many wonderful fics and drabbles out there that I have not gotten a chance to look at, but I promise to read them and comment just as soon as I can.

Happy Holidays loves :)

Yup! A blizzard to be exact.

Not too bad out just yet, but it's supposed to get positively wretched later on. This being the last weekend before Christmas there are an awful lot of crabby people out there. I met a good number of them when I ran up to the grocery store this morning. A little Christmas spirit folks, is all I'm saying.

Okay where to begin with Mordor. Sauron is still an insufferable tool. The flying monkeys gathered for our monthly reprimand yesterday in which we were told what a great job we did this past year and yet somehow still suck. Funny how that works.

Sauron's lackey Saruman, (my immediate boss) is the master of the complimentary insult, which is trying, but nothing new really. Ms. Menopause is retiring, which for those of you keeping score means our measly little department of misfit toys is down to two after Christmas. Just the black cloud and yours truly. What sucks the most about this is the fact that I already live there. I'm gonna have to lay out a sleeping bag underneath my desk.

I was hoping to get some wrapping done today, but boyfriend came home from work unexpectedly early. Not that I mind really, I worry about him coming home in the snow since he works so far from home. Still my wrapping days are rapidly dwindling and it would have been good to get at least something done today.

He's got a terrible head cold boyfriend, so I'm glad he's got the next two days off to rest, that is he'll rest after we've dug our cars out from under the massive avalanche that's sure to be in our driveway by tomorrow morning, I mean.

HE'S been sleeping fine by the way, despite his congested nose. I look like death warmed up due to his keeping me up all night with his sasquatch like snoring, but whatever. I'm sure he'll spread his cholera to me just in time for Christmas. I've already told him if that happens, he's on his own Christmas day. He can spend the day with common law family. I'll be home playing with all my shiny new toys thank you very much.

I honestly can not believe that I'm going to be 42 this year. It boggles my mind since obviously in my head, I'm 12. Seriously 12. Tell me the truth. Am I old? I don't feel old, but I have this notion that I've been brainwashed by the media and advertising industry into thinking I am just so I'll buy a bunch of useless anti aging products.

Bastards!

Snagged from all the trend setters on my f-list

Go to your Calendar and find the first entry for each month of 2009 (not including memes of course). Post the first line/sentence of it in your journal, and that's your "Year in Review".

( Hmmm interesting )

Ohhhhh THAT'S what was up with the severed fingers in that picture meme I did a few months back. Weird.