buried

holy crap, what have we gotten ourselves into?

this is the thought i imagine running through my wife's head this morning, after having received 6-8 inches of snow on thursday night, 11-14 inches on saturday night, and then sustained 40 mile per hour winds last night that created some seriously tall and crusty drifts.

on top of all that, we woke to 5 degree temperatures this morning.

and though i'm a little shocked at how quickly and violently winter reared its numbingly cold white head, i secretly love it. the world is transformed - softer, quieter, slower. and the snowboarding... oh sweet lord, the snowboarding. yesterday was almost thigh high as the mountain opened more and more previously closed sections.

thanksgiving was a blast, and the 5 days off were pretty sweet too. yummy smells pervaded, food was eaten, wine was drank (drunk? dranken? drinked?), songs were shared, and football was watched.

and, now, i will end this post with some of my favorite quotes from "a christmas story", the "it's a wonderful life" of my generation:

"eat like a piggy, randy!"
"i can't put my arms down!"
"ohhhhh, fudge!"
"fa ra ra ra ra, ra ra ra ra!"
"i triple dog dare you!"
"fra-jeee-lay!"

and, of course, the most ubiquitous of them all...

"you'll shoot your eye out!"