Thursday, February 28, 2008

Shane it all to hell!

I started a blog entry yesterday with that title, and even though I'm much calmer and less irritated, I still liked it. Plus I think the challenge of putting "shane" into the title provides inspiration.

So yesterday morning, after the wet snow and mild temperatures, I was not able to get out of my spot. So luckily, Shef was willing to come pick me up (although I almost regretted it immediately-I felt like I was entering the Truck of Death with him because he was so sick). I rode home with JBo to limit my exposure to harmful free radicals. Okay, not sure if that terminology was appropriate or not....just wanted to throw down the phrase.

Anyway, shoveled my car out completely, and with assistance from a neighbor who understands the meaning of "quiet building," I was able to get out. The snow situation is interesting, and is in fact, a major player in what I refer to as the Great Driveway Wars of Winter 2008. Lost the battle yesterday morning, but I still maintain an edge in the war despite the fact they have now stopped trying to keep both ends of the driveway cleared. Apparently, we're just going to pile the snow at one end, hoping Tenant the Menace keeps her vehicle and those of her guests out of the way.

If I don't write again before the weekend, hope it's great! I'll be shoveling snow, probably, since we're expected to get more snow tomorrow night.
Later gators!

Tuesday, February 26, 2008

Let it shane, let it shane, let it shane


See Shane, there are scarier things than having your name in my blog titles. Like me going snow-psycho.

And to anyone who has more snow than we have here (hi Jacob!) I'm sorry I'm whining but .... I ...just...can't....take it ANYMORE.

Wooo....extra dose of Drama Queen in this blog!!!

Monday, February 25, 2008

From now on, every title has "Shane" in it

I've just decided I'm going to incorporate the name of Shane into every blog I do from now on. Why? Because 1) it's a gimmick and 2) Shane is such a humble man....he could really use an ego boost such as a blog that is committed to honoring him. Besides, it's not like I've been updating this thing on a regular basis, and who really reads this anyway? Plus I can always use it as leverage, because that's just the type of friend I am!
[As a disclaimer, the tone of the above paragraph should be something along the lines of "chirpily sarcastic" and nothing else...I swear I'm not in a bad mood!]

This winter thing is really getting on my nerves. We got some snow Friday, and we're supposed to get more Tuesday and Wednesday. And lately, as they say in Maine (and by "they" I mean my dad and brother), it's been colder than a witch's tit up here.
My downstairs neighbor is the Obnoxious Neighbor of the Building, or as I like to refer to her, Tenant the Menace. There was so much swearing and thumping downstairs, I'm pretty sure someone was getting dismembered. Either that, or someone really likes it rough.

Fun car story of the week: I parked my car in my usual spot at 5 pm, looked out my window at 9 was seven feet closer to the road. My initial thought was "that's not where I parked my car." Then I realized that, due to the slight incline and glare ice the vehicle was parked on, Lacy could not hold her footing. I completely empathize. I fell forward on the ice one morning before work. It was the most graceful fall I've ever had, but it's very annoying when you can't walk uphill because it's so slick. Anyway, I moved my car to a better spot (one that was both sanded and flat).

Well that's it for now. I really am trying to blog regularly....

Monday, February 4, 2008

Super Sunday becomes Sucky Sunday

So, I had a spectacular weekend. And by spectacular, I mean generally horrible. I spent seven and a half hours driving home Friday night. I should have turned around in Keene when I saw the DOT sand truck off the road, but I stubbornly kept going. But I made it home to see Mom, some high school basketball, and played with my nephew. Plus I made great time coming back, clocking in at 4 hours and 45 minutes.

Then the Super Bowl rolled around. I had rushed to get back in time for the game, picked up some pizza and went to Chateau de Shef. The pizza was pretty good, and that was topped off with one of my mom's famous cookies. I enjoyed some of the commercials. My top four would be 1)Tide's Talking Stain 2)FedEx's Ginormous Pigeons, 3)E*trade baby 2 - Clown Creepiness Factor and 4)E*trade baby 1, which may have foreshadowed my night. Other commercials were disappointing, odd or just plain creepy (see

Upon conclusion of an extremely disappointing game, I prepared to leave, zipped up my jacket, took the extra Sprite out of the fridge....and suddenly had to vomit. I don't know if it was the food or the fact that the Patriots had actually LOST, but my stomach contents were coming up very soon. I did not want to puke in Shef's bathroom because, well, that just seems so rude. Upon further reflection, though, I didn't think he'd appreciate a nice puddle of frozen puke in his driveway the next morning either. So I prayed to the porcelain god just before I took off. It was fabulous. It seemed like the loudest puking ever just because I did not want him to have to hear it. Oh well. Every great Super Bowl party ends with someone's food making a second appearance, right?