Yep, still cold and snowy here.

Sorry it has been so long since an update!

So, I thought that a few amazing 50+degree weather here in New England would be the last straw for winter. TOTALLY WRONG. Amazing gorgeous Wednesday when I was lucky enough to have my darling Blob come up and see me on his hawt motorcycle. The boy loves speed, what can I say? Dog*baby was so excited to see him, less excited to see the motorcycle, which she continues to growl at even after it had gone cold. Tuesday was alright. Then there was Friday. It snowed. We decided to move my car to his parents house since Somerville sucks hard when it comes to parking. I drove over by myself from his apartment while he left from work to meet me there. The drive was pretty much awful. My car held the road pretty well (which he explained to me was because it was front wheel drive; akwats a learnng experience) and didn't give me any significant trouble aside from the "please ride my tail as close as you possibly can!" appearance of my car's rear. It is a very odd situation for a Southern girl to be driving in blinding snow in MA, stuck next to a car full of horny adolescent boys for about 7 miles, with a Mr. Potato head man riding your bum from behind. The normally 30 minute drive took closer to 90, but it was easy going and I was bored but at ease. I had my newly mixed chick-song cd blasting. Bobby beat me to the house by a few minutes and Dog*Baby and I were quite happy to see him when we finally made it there. We unleashed Piper onto Ricky and Lucy (Bermani's siamese kitties) and laughed about that for awhile. We growled and bickered at each other about movies to watch and cuddled on the couch while trying to pretend to be angry with one another. The usual. We had planned on going to Melissa's house for hot-chocolate but driving outside was pretty unrealistic with the snow still coming down and every plow on the road joyriding with their plows up. We ended up sleeping at his parent's house that night, and I think it was my first time actually being snowed in somewhere. Thank you New England; don't do it again. kthnx. weather.com says it was 0.48 inches, which is COMPLETE BULL@#$% since there were atleast 8 stacked inches on my car's roof. But whatever.

NEXT DAY: We decided to brave the still sketchy roads to get Bobbins some windshield-whipers from WalMart. WalMart was closed so we decided to head home and on the way out of the parking lot we happened to drive through a puddle. BUT WAIT it wasn't a puddle unless puddles are supposed to be almost 2 feet deep. He stopped the car immediately for fear of water getting into the motor (good to know!) So there we were, stuck in the middle of an ocean of WalMart juice with no way out without being soaked. The water was creeping into the car and pooling in the floor beneath our feet. I could feel his frustration. He hasn't had the best car luck recently and the thought of his V8 getting pwned by a super puddle was pushing him over the edge. I was silent for a moment, looking around and accessing the situation, considering waving to the few people who were driving by and staring at the two kids in the Mazda stuck in the puddle. It was not an appropriate reaction for the given situation but all I could do was laugh. Which made Bob (understandably!) pretty agitated. I really didn't know what else to do. Its like when you are scared in a horror movie and you laugh because you really are at a loss as to how to process what you are experiencing. Bob called his dad who was right down the road at his music store and we waited. Let me take a side note right now..... Bob has a younger brother named Jeff. Bob and Jeff are both fearless crazy Yankee men but they differ because Jeff is crazy. Its a good crazy, but crazy is still crazy. Jeff is a pitbull. Jeff will do anything. Jeff will beat the crap out of his friends for knocking over his bike. Jeff will run from cops simply because he can out race them. Jeff is going to be a firefighter and a damn good one. If I were stuck in a building I would want Jeff to be the firefighter coming in to get me because Jeff is freaking crazy.... back to the story. We see Jeff pull into the parking lot in his green Saab. He is still pretty far away from us across the water we are floating around in. We see him pause for a moment then slam on his gas heading straight for the water. I look at Bob with a some disbelief but he looks like nothing could shock him. Jeff hits the water and slams through it, spewing our car-boat completely with water. He makes it across and skids around to a stop facing us. It was a tension cutting moment in the Mazda because Bob and I were both laughing hysterically at this point. Bob has almost hopped out of the car into the fridgid water sooner, but I had pretty much begged him not to. No need, because Jeff was already in the water opening the hood of the car. The guys decided that the water was far enough away from the engine's intake to make starting the car safe and we backed out of the puddle of doom. Bob hopped out and they looked the car over and ran the water off of the engine. I found a dry pair of pants and shoes in the hatch for Jeff. He changed in the middle of the parking lot unapologetically. Then he hopped in his car and drove off. Bobby and i laughed some more and discussed an appropriate theme song for our hero. We drove over to The Music Place and I played the cello (if you can call it that at all) while Bob wet-vacced the car out as best as could be done. We made it home and Bob asked me to blog about the whole thing.

It was Saint Patrick's day and Bob invited some friends over. I have liked all of his friends that I have met so far and they always bring the female in their life with them so when the men head off and have man time I have someone to talk to. Tom and Jenny also showed up which made me happy. We are all pretty funny together. We watches some videos on youtube, made Dana wear fake teeth, and Bob played the violin for us some.Piper was pretty much obnoxious to handle because she didn't want to potty outside on account of the snow. Everyone loved her though, and I have to admit that I am crazy about my dog. She ADORES Bobby and he is pretty crazy about her too. I love seeing them interact together. We all watched Casino Royal and enjoyed each others company.

Sunday morning began like I love them to: smoothies we made from frozen fruit and yogurt. I made Bob make them this time since mine "are icecream, not a real smoothie." Apparently in the North if it requires a spoon there is just no way it can be a smoothie. Atleast in Bob world. We went back to Bob's parent's house and then to (a different) WalMart. Bob bought glasses and I bought fishing line. He looks really good in the glasses he picked out. We both stuffed ourselves with swedish fish after discussing (and arguing) about food dyes they contained and their affects on various body parts. Starbucks was next and Bob was once again screwed by the man with his only 2/3rds full frappachino. So is life i guess. Atleast we can laugh about such things.

It should be 60 degrees this coming weekend. With showers. But warm is warm and warm is GOOD! There is an antiwar protest I'd like to see in the Commons and a New York trip to be excited about. The world is my oyster.

Until next blog, Ciao!