driving in snow

“Brian,” I called from the living room, gazing out the window, “what happened to the Outside?”  I simply received a grumble in return.  “no, I mean, is there anything still under all the white?”

this weekend, the Twin Cities and numerous of its surrounding areas were under Snow Storm Warning.  so it wasn’t just that this southern girl was giddy with the snowfall of a winter in the north.  even the locals were commenting and lamenting about the amount of frozen water that was coming from the sky and settling atop of everything.

and of course, I had an appointment that morning.  thank the heavens it wasn’t a terribly far drive.  but for as short as it was, it was greatly adventurous.

see, I had never driven in snow before.  EVER.  not even like, “oh, it was kinda snowing this one time.”  I mean never.

and I was terrified.

it had been over two years since I was last driving at all, prior to just a few months ago.  and now I’m going to have to drive in snow.  dude, I still don’t even know how to properly dress for snow, much less drive in it.

but I did.  and I survived.  and others on the road and all of our cars survived.  hell, even the curbs were unscathed.

for those of you who have never driven on snow before, imagine what you *think* driving on ice might be like.  then throw in some mud, except that the mud sticks to your tires and that’s what give sit the icy, slick sensation.

I was more scared of driving it before I got in the car than once I was on the road sliding around.  at that point, sure, I was still a little fearful; but it was also exciting and really interesting at the same time.

and again, no collision or curb checks, so all ended well.


now I just get to do that at least twice more every day for next four or five months.  o_O



I am a paltry human,apocalypse-snow-globe
invisible to the viewer, my existence not even guaranteed.

I am a window in a building,
black glass with white splotches on the seal.

I am a tiny structure,
my roof barely peaking high enough to be seen.

I am a block in a neighbourhood,
where homely warmth is only pretend.

I am a small city,
locked away inside a semi-circle.

I am a snow-globe,
and nothing inside me is really of any concern.



blog revamp time?

so the second WordPress Uni assignment is to analyze your blog’s title and tagline.  I like my tagline’s referencing my “misadventures”.  however, the title merely containing my name is rather lame.  so I need to ponder on some better ideas.

I kinda want to play with this southerner-in-the-north thing, highlighting the whole snow and winter shit up here.  maybe get a white, high contrast theme going on; put up some of those sneaux pics I have of Brian and me; maybe some blue text to emphasis the coldness up here.

I want my sidebar to still be present, but I want emphasis on the text in the posts, with the occasional highlights on an image or two.

so here are some ideas I’m working with:

  • The Southern Blue Belle in the North: A Louisiana Lass Relocated to Minnesota
  • …..

yeah, that’s kinda all I got right now.  but hey, I’m taking suggestions!! 😀

WordPress University: Blogging 101

Day Two: Take Control of Your Title and Tagline

// a piece of my assignments collection for
WordPress’s “Blogging University: Blogging 101
January 2016 course //

our first sneaux man


a sweet gent offered to take a photo of us.


there is apparently inches of snow outside. I personally think it’s ten feet of snow, but the weather channel disagrees.

Brian and I made our first snowman. he’s kinda dilapidated. so I suggested we call it a ‘sneaux man’, and Brian loved the idea. when we realised we could only manage two levels/balls/layers (we don’t know what they’re called), I suggested a ‘sneaux midget’. but apparently, as Brian informed me, the term ‘midget’ is now derogatory. so I was like, “then can I call it a sneaux dwarf?” though honestly, I think the term ‘dwarf’ should be more offensive than midget, because it makes me envision creatures from Dungeons and Dragons or Lord of the Rings. and honestly, if you’re from either, you’re gonna have to have a large, crazy-man beard.

anyway, Brian said no to that too. so then I suggested it be a halfling. by this point, Brian’s nose was mimicking that of Rudolph’s, so he answered with, “it can be whatever non-offensive thing you want, as long as it gets me inside faster.”  I told him to think of a name and keep working while I went inside to get a shovel.

the apartment lady whose name I’ve forgotten again said that you shouldn’t need a shovel to make a snowman. rather, she figured the snow wasn’t sticky enough. because apparently there are different types of snow. so I asked her when ‘sticky snow season’ was, and she just laughed. apparently sticky snow happens when it’s warmer.  “duh!”, I realized, “because it starts to slightly melt, and therein becomes more adhesive. makes sense.” her quizzical expression suggested it didn’t make sense to her, though.  so I thanked her and told her we’d figure something out. she noted that Brian and I were both adorable and hilarious, then I left.

after a little more work, we manage to finish up acceptably for us. Brian named him Snomber — fat dwarf (‘Bomber’, from LotR) + ‘snow’. it worked for me. we took photos quickly, then hauled ass inside before his face froze and my fingers fell off.

it was great!!


sneaux kisses!!


I'll try to rotate it when I get to a PC.