First off, congrats to Jerome Bettis, who will be inducted into the NFL Hall of Fame. Bettis is one of the few players I know who even people who hate the Steelers managed to like.
Spent the day napping and took a trip to the grocery store, as we are expected to get hit with a snowstorm, so I went to go get some stuff in case the predictions turn out to be accurate or worse. The other day, I read a bunch of people sneering about French Toast snowstorms, because people rush out to buy eggs, milk, and bread. Apparently, some people are too cool for school. Granted, there is no reason much of the time to freak out, but I thought the sneering kind of betrayed how out of touch some of our pundits are. The reason a lot of people rush out for these things is because many people live in areas where even if the highways are open in DC/NYC the next day, things might be all kinds of messed up in the hills and hollers for quite some time. Additionally, the reason they get bread and milk and eggs is because these are things that you can do a lot of things with- you can basically bake pretty much everything with this combo if you have a kitchen stocked with staples like seasoning, sugar, and flour. I just thought it was a weird thing to sneer at, but I guess I am part hoarder to begin with because I always have a bunch of certain things on hand (frozen chicken breasts, canned tomatoes, potatoes, onions, etc.). I don’t have kids, but I do have the fraternity boys popping by from time to time, so it’s nice to be able to feed the masses cheaply and quickly.
Having said that, the grocery store looked like a bomb went off- between the impending alleged snowstorm and the superbowl, apparently everyone in the upper Ohio Valley went to my store today. The beer cooler looked like the PX after my cav unit returned from three months in the field. There was a stray hard lemonade here, a Mickey’s big mouth there, and some shitty box wine. I’d forgotten the Super Bowl was another excuse for the rookies to get hammered (the pro’s like I was don’t need excuses).
Speaking of the alleged storm, around here there is a running joke for when a snowstorm is predicted and nothing happens. Those of us who have been around a while, well, we all call it Jay’s storm. It’s named after Jay Rockefeller, who was the newly inaugurated Governor, and the weather service predicted that the state was going to get decimated by a winter storm. So Jay, wanting to do the right thing, basically shut the entire state down to avoid disaster. And then nothing happened. Maybe an inch here, an inch there, but no real accumulation. Hence Jay’s storm or Rockefeller’s blizzard (not to be confused with an Irish blizzard, in which you are promised 8-12 inches the night before and only get three).
On to the only thing you people care about. A pupdate. They are doing very well, and Ginger is turning out to be a red menace. The dog does not STOP EATING, and she is constantly underfoot. You make one step into the kitchen, and old Ginger is in there begging food. We’re going to have to hit Petco soon to get more food for her (I seriously have never seen a dog eat like this), but more important, we need to get some bells to put on her collar because she is so silent she has almost killed both of us multiple times weaving in and around our legs. She also is potty trained, but I think having bladder issues because of her pregnancy, and she has little accidents all the time. She needs to go outside every hour on the hour to potty, and unless we lock her in the playpen over night, we’ll wake up to piddle spots on the floor. My Bissell spotbot is on suicide watch.
Ginger and Lovey were not feeling photogenic, but Thurston was out on the prowl and I snatched him up for a picture:
Just a happy little piglet.
AND FYI- Anne Laurie named her thread AFTER I started writing mine as a draft, so she was just begging to be stepped on.