You Just Can't Trust 'em

I've come to the conclusion that the most untrustworthy people on the planet are not politicians. 

They come in second. (Or third, depending on  where you stand regarding attorneys.)

First prize goes to meteorologists.

They talk, I think, to get themselves all excited.

"It's gonna snow! A foot! Well, maybe an inch! There may (or may not be) ice, too.  Be sure and put chains on the tires of the car before you go out and fist fight your neighbor for bread and milk. And possibly cat food."

Then they "go to" someone out in the wilderness of north Georgia who is dressed like an Eskimo, and is showing a snowflake that someone has preserved in their freezer since the blizzard of 1993. They look into the camera with a dramatic expression and solemnly say, "This is what you may (or may not) experience by tomorrow morning." Then he/she squints up  into the night sky and reports they might feel some frozen precipitation hitting their face as they speak.

The next morning-which is bright and sunny, I might add-they are all smiles and talk about how the snow missed us, but just barely.

Once again they go to their partner in the wilderness of north Georgia, who is now in flip flops and a Hawaiian flare-dee shirt and sipping an icy co-coler. All toothy grin, he/she talks about what a close call it was, all said between slurps of their cold drink.

I'm sick of it. I'm thinking about suing for pain and suffering. I don't want a blizzard; I ain't crazy.  But a few inches of beautiful white fluffy snow would be nice.

It is January, after all.

Just stop talking about it. If it comes, it comes. and if it doesn't I'll keep on my flip flops and Hawaiian flare-dee shirt and call it a day.

At least I don't need bread and milk now.  

Sweatin' to The Oldies

Six days ago I blogged about how we were having ten below zero wind chill factors, four (count 'em, four) inches of snow and were really, really cold.

Today it is in the low seventies.

No, I haven't moved. I'm in the very same house I was in six days ago.

But Mother Nature is apparently in menopause.

Everyone has always wondered when the world would end. 

Well, I guess this means we're a little bit better than half way through.

If Mother Nature lives to be an old woman, that is.

I guess we'll just to wait and see.

Oh, The Weather Outside is....Confused

As you know, if you live around here, mid-November looks and feels like mid to late October.

Extremely warm weather in November just ain't right.

Our tomato plants have remained strong and healthy with not only tomatoes blushing on the vine, ready to come in and finish ripening if it starts to get cold, but tiny, star shaped, yellow blooms all over them.

Now, I know this won't last (it didn't....) but for  now my heart beats a little faster when I look at them and envision summer tomato sammies well into December.

The fires are scary and everywhere, seemingly impossible to put out, and if the community is at odds with each other about everything else, they aren't at odds about how badly we need rain.

Me? I pray for rain several times a day.

And when it does turn cold, I'll be praying for snow while I sit in front of the fire eatin' me a mater sammich.

Ah, the best of both worlds!

Oh, the Weather Outside is...uh....

I don't know about ya'll, but I'm 'bout done wore out with this weather business.

You can get any prediction you want, if you look long enough.

This front that's coming may bring us up to 8 inches of snow - or more!

OR: Freezing rain and terrible winds!

OR: Rain (at 22 degrees, I didn't really get that part)

OR: A little ice, mostly sunny.

I ain't making this up.

But it is driving me crazy.

So I took a poll on facebook, and had a good time. Funny answers.
We made fun of the meteorologists, the weather and even the president.

I'm not sure how the president got involved, but right now I'm not sure of anything.

We are hunkered down, ready for anything, as long as our house stands and the generator runs.

I don't know about you, but I got my snowsuit, bathing suit and raincoat lined up, right at the front door.

I'll let ya know how it all turns out.

If I have electricity.

Which I doubt, unless we get a bunch of nothing.