One thing that I have had to get used to since moving north is the presence of snow. While the last two winters have been very tame in terms of the snowfall here in Amish Country, I still can't stand the stuff. Yes, I like running out and reliving some childhood snowmen, snowball fights, and one such instance where my friend Ryan shattered a car window with an ice ball and my other friend Ben got thrown to the ground by a pissed off motorist in my neighborhood.
I can't drive in this stuff, and I'm not pleased with people that feel the need to go around and fly by you going 70 miles an hour in whiteout conditions. Hey asshole, just because you THINK you know how to drive in the muck, doesn't mean you do, and it also means that karma-ridden patch of black ice is waiting for you.
The weekend's here and I get to vege a bit and then head out to get the drink on a bit. Sunday's a drive up to State College, weather permitting.
Snow ... blah. I might like it again some day, but in I haven't had to deal with it too much yet. ... doesn't mean I enjoy more because there's less of it.
Maybe I should learn to ski again. Eh.
I can't drive in this stuff, and I'm not pleased with people that feel the need to go around and fly by you going 70 miles an hour in whiteout conditions. Hey asshole, just because you THINK you know how to drive in the muck, doesn't mean you do, and it also means that karma-ridden patch of black ice is waiting for you.
The weekend's here and I get to vege a bit and then head out to get the drink on a bit. Sunday's a drive up to State College, weather permitting.
Snow ... blah. I might like it again some day, but in I haven't had to deal with it too much yet. ... doesn't mean I enjoy more because there's less of it.
Maybe I should learn to ski again. Eh.