It snowed last night. Now, I don’t know where all of you are reading this from, but it tends to do that around this time in Indiana. Like, pretty much every year.
Still, every single year people freak out and stampede to the store the second a weatherman even mentions the s-word. I stopped at the store on my way home from a doctor appointment yesterday because we needed milk (we always need milk…) and the shelves were looking pretty bare.
Also, people buy the weirdest stuff before snow. There were lots of empty spots in the liquor/wine section, and half of the ice cream was gone. I’m guessing a lot of people thought they were getting snowed in, so probably a lot of people are hating life right now because they’re at work with a hangover.
This morning, I looked outside and saw that we did indeed have a fair amount of snow on the ground. It was really nothing major, but I still said a silent thank you that I didn’t have to bother with driving to work in it.
See, before I became a stay at home mom I worked for years in the Indianapolis/Carmel area and had at least an hour commute on a good day. When winter hit, I would be sure to keep bottles of water in my car along with extra clothes and snacks just in case I got stranded. I would leave two hours before I had to be at work on bad days. Sometimes even that wasn’t enough, but I was usually lucky enough to have an understanding boss.
The winter I moved back home from Texas was pretty snowy, and I often found myself in the middle of a two-hour drive. One such morning was especially nerve-wracking after I saw a number of cars slide off of the road and, on one occasion, spin out an narrowly miss hitting me. Once I was off of the interstate, I hit some major congestion due to the slow traffic. I was doing my best to keep as much space between me and the car in front of me when I checked my rearview and noticed a powder blue single cab pickup that seemed to be intent on climbing up my tailpipe. Annoyed, I carefully tapped the brake. He just got closer, and then he started swerving to the right and left as if he were going to go around me. This went on for a few miles, until he finally got an opening in the left lane and went flying by me. What a jerk.
I was only about 30 minutes late when I finally got to work, and a coworker asked how the drive went. I rolled my eyes and told him about the tailgaiting bag of douche I encountered just as some guy walked out of the back room with a grin on his face.
“You drive a black Jetta, Texas plates?”
“…it’s actually dark blue.”
“Well honey, I know you probably didn’t see much of that white stuff where you come from, but you live in Indiana now. You’re gonna hafta learn how to drive in it or stay home in your little jammies.”
At this point, my coworkers eyebrows completely disappeared into his hairline as he clapped a hand over his mouth.
“Actually, I was only in Texas for two years…I was born and raised in Indiana and I learned how to drive in the snow just fine. I think you need a few lessons on not riding someone’s ass in shitty road conditions, and maybe a couple on how not to be a condescending dickwad. Also, what kind of grown man drives a powder blue pickup?!”
I walked away as he rolled his eyes at me and let my coworker know he’d be back, he just had to get something from his office…turned out he was there to fix the lights in the back room.
A few hours went by and I had all but forgotten the interaction when Mr. Douchenozzle himself walked back in… And this time, his smug smile had been replaced by a bit of a sheepish look.
“Miss, I owe you a big apology. After I left here, I was in a hurry and this old lady was going real slow in front of me. I must have been a little too close, ’cause she tried to stop all of a sudden and dammit if I didn’t plow right into her. Anyway, everyone’s fine but I guess you were right.”
With that, he went to the back room, finished his work, and left without speaking another word to anyone.
Douchenozzle – 0
Karma – 1
I actually had this one scheduled for tomorrow, but I thought of my lovely readers settling down for the evening with a good book and a blanket…What would be a better way to complete that snuggly little picture? Hot chocolate, of course!
This is not just any old hot chocolate… it’s a spicy chocolate that will really warm you up on this ridiculously cold evening. I first had it when I lived in Texas, and I never really bothered to attempt to make it myself until last night.
This recipe is not authentic at all. It’s made with what I had on hand since we are under travel restrictions. When I can get to the store, I’m going to pick up some of this stuff:
For now, though, Hershey’s cocoa powder will do.
To make one serving of this yummy beverage, you’ll need:
Milk (I used my coffee mug to measure)
2-3 heaping tablespoons of sugar
2-3 heaping tablespoons cocoa powder
1/4 teaspoon vanilla
1 teaspoon cinnamon (or more if you like cinnamon)
UP TO 1/4 teaspoon ground cayenne pepper (go extremely easy at first)
Combine everything in a small saucepan and heat on low, stirring frequently, until it gets to your desired temperature. CAREFULLY pour it into a mug, add whipped cream or marshmallows if you like, and enjoy!
Remember, this is totally customizable. If you want more chocolate, dump more in! If you like it super sweet, really go for the sugar… I happened to have some of my chili dark chocolate left, so I melted a few squares of that in there. It’s hard to screw this up, and it’s leaps and bounds better than the powdered mix.
Stay warm, friends!
So we in the Midwest are apparently in the middle of the SNOWSTORM OF THE CENTURY. Way back in the day, a hundred years ago or so, I complained about being snowed (more like iced) in… Of course back then I lived in the middle of town and I was actually able to get my car out so we could go to the store. And Blockbuster.
Some young kid just somewhere just said, “What’s Blockbuster?” Well, back in my day if you wanted a damned ol’ movie or video game you had to drive to town to rent one. You kids today don’t know about sacrifice.
So outside it looks all winter wonderlandy and stuff. Snowstorm of the century? We’ll see…
Yesterday, like a good little Hoosier, I braved Wal-Mart for French toast ingredients. Actually, my normal grocery shopping trip just happened to fall on the day before a snowstorm, but I did purchase bread, milk, and eggs.
While I was walking down the baby aisle, I saw this little gem:
Way to keep it classy, Wal-Mart.
Even though the shelves were emptying pretty quickly, I was able to get everything on my list and make it back home in time for lunch. I spent the rest of the day making a giant pot of chili, O’s breakfast for the next few days, and then watching the Colts game.
I’m still not recovered. It was quite a game, and I’m glad we won.. but I drink way too much coffee for that kind of excitement.
The BF is out checking on the wood-burning furnace, O has had breakfast and is now dancing around the living room with one of his musical toys, and I’m getting ready to start a new crochet project (that I didn’t get enough yarn for because WHY would I do that?!).
Are you getting snowed in? What do you plan to do?
For the love of God, did you get your French toast ingredients?!