this is what snow looks like

It occured to me that some of you might not know what the aftermath of a blizzard looks like. Now, this was just a little bitty baby blizzard. There is maybe a foot and a half, two feet of snow back there. Maaaaybe three by the fence. A few inches in the front where the footprints are, because sometime we shovel that part. And by we I mean, I don’t go out there if I can help it, so uhhh, Chris. I considered going out there but decided since many of you probably can’t empathize with –27 C (with windchill, –18 without) I am not really all that willing to make that sacrifice. And my local friends are rolling their eyes right now because I’m a huge wimp but this is my “I don’t care” face –> :| If I was meant to be cold we wouldn’t have remote start and indoor plumbing.

(out the front window. Don’t kid yourselves, I am seriously not going outside just for you guys. Unless you ask really, really nice. With flowers. We discussed what that means earlier today.)

Also, let’s try not to analyze how frequently I use the tag “crazy.”

(a white)Christmas in July

Now, as those of you who know me irl and thusly have me on facebook have noticed, I have an ongoing battle going on with the weather. I'm losing, by the way. It has been noted that the weather would pretty much be nice all the time if I stayed inside. If I put up my laundry to dry? It pours. If I sit outside on a lawnchair? It pours. Get on a ferris wheel? Pours. Start the barbeque? CHRISTMAS IN JULY, THAT'S WHAT.

It's also been noted that once I run inside, the sun comes out.

Anywhoo. Christmas in July. Plus a minor flash flood in my backyard. Behold.

My hostas have been SLAUGHTERED. They are all pegged through with holes. For those who know nothing about plants, a) fear not, for I am one of you. My neighbour told me this was a hosta. and b) The hosta is the big green leafy one. And it looks like it had a run in with a smalltown teen with a BB gun.

And for the record, it was around 26 degrees celcious for most of the day. Then I fired up the barbeque, the sky got dark, the wind roared in and scared the pants off of me, effectively disarming the screen door in the process. So then I had no pants and Chris had to screw the army bracey thingy (technical jargon, it may be beyond your comprehension) back into the wall while I clung onto the door so it wouldn't slam open. All the while, our barbeque hissed and steamed.

And I really did have no pants, but to be more honest I actually took them off because when the sheet of water slammed into me I got soaked in two minutes. That top picture where you can see a few inches of water? I took that literally three minutes into the rain. YEAH. I KNOW.

PS for my reputation's sake, I will state that the pants where on during the screendoor part of the fiasco. I think I changed into shorts AFTER that.