It has been silent on the front. Snow is available for us to shovel but we wait. I know hes over there plotting a way to best me and regain the title that I took in our last battle. I have soundly thrashed him thrice now and he is but a shadow of the snow gladiator that he might have been. At times like this I recall the words of Conan the Barbarian

1. See your enemies driven before you

2.Crush all opposition

3. Cry havoc and loose the shovels of war

At lest that’s how I remember it. » Read the rest of this entry «

This war, this Sicilian thing between us is taxing our resources and the fragile precipice on which our Psyche’s hang.

The temperature is well above 30 degree and the battleground on which we fought, bled and shoveled is now slush. A consistency between an Italian icy and the Potomac in mid January. Basically there’s nothing to shovel, most of the snow has melted an runs into the storm drain.

I see him exit his house from time to time to survey the lack of any thing to shovel. He looks at the clean driveway almost in disgust then turns and returns to his house.Is he in there saving his energy? Practicing his shoveling technique? Carb loading for the storm that approaches? He is devious and I can feel a disturbance in the force. He wants the title back and I fear the Machiavellian lengths that he will go to to obtain that. » Read the rest of this entry «

I was sitting in my favorite chair, legs crossed as I penned my latest missive to Ron Paul to tell him how he has affected my life and that he is nuttier than a chipmunk turd( I write him once a week lest he forget). I got up to get a soda and felt an odd tingle in my crotch (not like that you perverts). I knew this feeling, my crotch had fallen asleep!

I didn’t know this was possible and was scared. Legs or feet that fall asleep are in fact you just feeling in the loss of blood flow to that part of the body but this was localized. Nothing below or above my crotch had this same feeling. I was in full freak-out! I stood up, no good. I tried to “walk it off”, that helps with legs but not here. I paced back and forth thinking if I should call 911. » Read the rest of this entry «