I have no oomph, but I do have jolly! I gladly share the jolly.
Do you have any vah-vah-voom?
Anderson Valley's Winter Solstice. That's the one nicknamed "Magic Beer," because it is Just That Good. Seriously.
Having just finished one of these a half hour ago, I can attest to its amazingness. Steph leaves out that it also has chocolatey goodness. Warning - it is a wee (or not so wee) bit expensive (spoken as someone who had a friend buy a case of it for me), but it is worth it.
And I had a couple Belgian IPAs at the Salem Beerworks. Ah, snowpacalypse.
Yes, Snowpocalypse actually did me some a good turn today as well (we'll see how I feel after shoveling out tomorrow). Just hope it holds off a little on Sunday. Also, ENVY ME my MAGIC BEER! MWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
Of course, it is the Xmas season....
Travel~ma on its way for Frankenbuddha's brother and SiL.
Healing~ma for Askye's aunt (and for grandma too, with that nasty cold/sinus infection).
Alas I, too, have no oomph. My supply of jolly is low, as well.
Whoot, Suzi.
And ~ma, Askye.
GRINCH GRINCH GRINCH GRINCH
Major congrats, Suzi!
Snowpocalypse seems to be over - I think all the activity I'm seeing is the wind combined with very fine snow. I doesn't look like anything is actually coming down. This would be nice for tomorrow.
Thanks all. Next belt will be a while. Purple belt is the move out of being a beginning student. You also earn the right to wear a black gi, like the other higher ranks. Oh man, I can't wait to get out of my white gi. That white is just blech.
Anyway, CJ should be able to test for his purple in January. I already bought him a black gi, but it is tucked away until he earns it.
I've been feeling like I was on the edge of an asthma attack all day. Laughing at the Colbert Christmas special just pushed my lungs over the edge. Ouch. And cough. And still giggling.
We get snow, but the Powers rarely declare a Snowpocalypse. Though the state budget has cut back on the number of plows. Joy.
Hmmm, That would almost be the SnowPlowCalypse here.
Greetings everyone. I am now going to bed after spending the day fighting off the soured adrenaline in my body from fishtailing across two lanes of traffic and careening 30 feet down the embankment, ending up facing backwards in the ditch some 15 feet lower than the roadway this morning.
Apparently the only casualty, besides my pride, was my new pair of blue twill pants which my leg muscles split 8 inches at the left thigh when I was using my whole body to keep the van upright as it twisted through the deep snow. This I did not discover until I was at lunch at work and noticed I seemed to have more than one pocket on the side, and that I could also scratch my leg.
