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Saturday, December 10, 2005

Really Cold, Lotta Snow, Gonna Make Some Yellow Snow

Eleven more days until is technically winter, and we've already had a week straight of below freezing temps and sub-zero windchills. Now we have something like six or eight inches of snow sitting on the ground. Yep, I can't wait til winter gets here. My feet still haven't thawed out from Tuesday night! I think it's time to get some insulated winter boots. Especially since when it gets real cold out, I end up being the one who gets to do the outside stuff. And let me tell you steel toe Redwings are not the best choice for keeping you toes happy. The steel toe tends to radiate the cold right into your feet. I think I should get some of those boot cleats too. I think I've fallen half a dozen times this week. The worst though is when you start to fall and try to correct yourself and over compensate. Twist you ankle, pop your knee, wrench your back, and give yourself whiplash. It would probly be less painful if you just finished falling. Ah, then I would probly break my tail bone and have to run around with one of those butt doughnuts. Yeah that would be sexy.

This weekend is going to be well enjoyed by not freezing my ass off. The only thing I really need to do outside is fix J.R.'s tire and check the rest of them out. That won't be to bad since I have a wood stove in the garage, and I'll take the tire to a shop and have some one else peel the old tire off. I've tried to take tires off the rims by myself before. Talk about a pain in the ass. Those bead breakers that some auto parts places sell are a joke. More like ball breakers. I just find it faster to go to a tire shop and spend the five bucks to get it mounted and balanced. Actually I think they gouge you for something like fifteen or twenty bucks per tire now. And just for you information, if the tire guy asks you if you want you tire balanced statically or dynamically, always go with dynamic. It tends to be more accurate. Another thing to watch out for is the "tire guy" himself, who will probly turn out to be a "tire kid". More like a "tired kid" with glassy eyes and a bad case of the munchies. Well, at least they will give you a "lifetime" warranty on the balancing, you know, in the event that a certain some one forgot to attached the tire weights properly.

But, enough of that for now. It's time to defrost my toes under a nice warm puppy.

greasemonkey1320 at 12:55 AM

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at 10:48 AM Blogger Katy Barzedor said...

Insulated boots would be a good first choice, unless you can figure out how to harness small bonfires on your feet all night.

 
at 6:26 PM Blogger greasemonkey1320 said...

Small bonfires, is that like warming yourself by farting in your thermals?

 
at 7:47 AM Blogger Katy Barzedor said...

Yes, but with actual instead of implied flames.

 
at 8:11 PM Blogger I'm not here. said...

Reminds me of a Frank Zappa song:
"Don't go where the Huskies go and don't you eat that yellow snow."

 
at 6:11 AM Blogger Katy Barzedor said...

M_D...you hadda start on the Zappa, didn't you?

At Saint Alphonzo's pancake breakfast,
Where I stole the mar-ga-reen...
And weedled on the bingo cards in lieu of the latrine.

I saw a handsome parish lady
Make her entrance like a queen
Well, she was totally chenille
And her old man was a marine.

Dominus vobiscum et cum spiri tu tu oh,
Won't you eat my sleazy pancakes just for Saintly Alphonzo?
They're so light n' fluffy white
We'll raise a fortune by tonight

(stopping now)

 

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