For those of you who don’t know, New England has been buried with snow this winter. Literally if you took all of the inches of snow we have received in the last few months and piled it on top of the 5′ 1″ that I am you would not see me, AT ALL. I would need more than a straw to reach the top to breath. I would need more than a meter stick!
Needless to say this snow is getting out of hand. I have gotten to the point where I hear snow in the forecast and I just basically roll my eyes and say “welp why not?”.
When you are taking a turn on to a road you basically have to roll out to the middle of the road before you can see anything at all. There are absolutely no sidewalks. Sorry joggers. And parking has gotten ridiculous wherever you go! Small parking lot? Even smaller now. Street parking? Forget it.
But if the snow wasn’t enough Mother Nature has decided to throw another curve ball our way. Thunder snow. Oh yes, it is in face a thing. According to the weather channel thunder snow is:
“Thundersnow is a snowstorm event in which thunder and lightning occur”
A few weeks ago I was watching the snow fall, praying it would stop and lightening just cracked across the sky. I think I was in such a state of shock that it did not even register how strange that was. However there is a weather man who definitely noticed how odd it was and he has become a local phenomenom.
I would like to leave you with this awesome weather man. May you be excited about ANYTHING at all as much as he is about catching thundersnow on camera!
Happy Friday bloggers!
Okay so remember last week when I wrote about short people problems in the snow? Well I am not only short but I am also impatient. Impatient people do not get along with the snow either! So I am double screwed!
Anyways this past week there was a major snow storm. One of those storms where the snow is thick, wet, and heavy. But the next day I needed my morning coffee (and trust me not a single soul would want me to be without it). So I went outside (after letting the car warm up for a good 15 minutes) and I started plugging away at the snow on my car. Trouble is, I am short, weak and not patient. Oh and did I mention that I don’t have gloves or anything other than a jacket to keep me warm while doing this (this is my own fault, I swear gloves are like socks as soon as someone buys them for me they are lost).
Why is this NEVER me?
Anyways after multiple shifts of pushing the snow off with a scraper, sitting in my car to warm up, and repeat. I got very impatient. I really thought most of the snow was cleared and the rest could be taken care of by my handy windshield wipers. I really believe it is their own fault. They lulled me into a false sense of security with all the dependable snow storms. There has been so many times I havent even bothered clearing the car at all because my loyal windshield wipers were there to clear the car for me. They were so strong, dependable and convienent. But my friends, the set me up to FAIL!
When I flipped that little wiper switch, NOTHING HAPPENED! All I heard was some clicking noises but not movement. I begrudgingly got out of the car and finished clearing the car hoping that the clicking was just their warning cry. You know, “I’m trapped, come save me!”. However, when I finished clearing the windshield and tried the switch again…nothing, just clicking.
I told my auto mechanic of a boyfriend and he diagnosed it as a broken wiper transmission. Price tag? $150! And thats with a discount and my boyfriends free labor! My boyfriend gave me a speech about being more careful but all I heard was Chicago’s “They had it coming, they had it coming, they only had themselves to blame. You should’ve been there. You should’ve seen it. I betcha you would have done the same!”
Should’ve tried this line!
So bloggers, tell em I’m wrong! Have you ever landed in a similar snow debacle?
I am sure I have said this before, but I am short! Not just kinda short, nope I am pretty close to being a midget. I am actually five feet and one and 1/2 inches. And yes that 1/2 is super important!
Now for the most part I enjoy being short. There are plenty of perks. But there are also plenty of times when my height becomes a problem. I am sure there will be other posts on this subject but for now I would like to talk about why short people have problems with the snow.
I live in Massachusetts and this winter we have been through quite a few snow storms with more than just a few inches of snow. I hate snow for a lot of reasons but some of these reasons certainly stem from being short. Here are my three short person gripes about snow:
1) You can’t walk anywhere that isn’t plowed:
As a short person if the snow exceeds a couple of inches walking around becomes a chore! The snow creeps up your pant leg and try as you might trudging becomes pretty much hopeless. If you do manage to struggle your way through the snow you will get to go home with pants completely soaked through and socks to match. Short people here’s my tip: keep dry socks and pants handy in the event of an unexpected snow storm. You will thank me later!
2) Snow on the top of your car taunts you:
Yes people I realize driving on the highway with snow on the roof of your car is dangerous! No one wants to unload their roof snow onto an unsuspecting car behind you. But what do you do when you drive a Rav 4, you are ridiculously short and aren’t graceful enough to balance on your car while pushing with a broom? Even if you manage to get the balance needed to climb the car it is likely you will unleash your own personal snow storm on yourself as you try to clear the roof of your car. But shorties out there I am sorry this is an evil we must endure. My advice? Get a tall boyfriend- he will take care of this for you and if he doesn’t get a different tall boyfriend!
3) Snowman building:
Alright in New England you learn that you might hate the snow but sometimes the best way to deal with it is enjoy it. Snowman building is a great way to do that. But I don’t know about you but when I build a snowman I want it to be seen. In order for that to happen it can’t be a midget! However, to make the snowman tall enough to get attention, I would need to get a snowball head above my head. Trust me that isn’t easy. Plus you gotta get his hat, eyes, nose, mouth, and scarf on. So short stuff if you are looking to build a snowman maybe considering building a sturdy snow ladder first. Otherwise enjoy your midget snowman, someone has to.
Now this is a snowman I would like to build!
Any other peanuts out there want to share their gripes with the snow?