Sunday, February 7, 2010

Super Sweet Sunday

Mike and I are taking in the game at a friend/coworker's house today. I was instructed to bring dessert. I thought three desserts sounded better than "a" dessert.

Cocoa rice krispie treats shaped like footballs are apropos for the day:


Take a closer look. Sure, the piping could be neater. But it will taste just as good.
There is also a pile of my crowd-pleasing orange marmalade cupcakes:



To round out the trio we will have the truffles showcased earlier in the weekend.

Geaux Saints! ... And go Pat McAfee! Clearly, I'm undecided on which team to cheer for.

Snow blogging, Part II

Short Street on Feb 6, 2010. Our neighbors made a snowman in the middle of the street (you can't really see it). This is funny because our street doesn't get plowed.


Here is our front stoop and a peek at the snow-covered Cavalier and street.

Our snowbunny Bungalow.


The Cavalier is going to remain parked for several days.


Yes, Mike's legs are through the seat of the chair. Our cable went out halfway through the WVU vs. St. John's game because our satellite dish froze. He was going to stand on the chair, climb the tree to the room, then climb to the top level of the roof to clean it off. Thankfully, this is as far as his plan got. He did end up with a scrape on his leg. Could be worse!



This part of our yard had 17 inches. Some parts had 14. Some had 13. We really don't know how much snow we have.



This is the view of Virginia Street. If you come out of our garage and turn right, this is what you face. At least a foot of unplowed snow.


This is a view of Virginia Street if you go left out of our garage. Notice the car in the ditch. This guy tried to come up the hill and ended up in the deep ditch. He walked home, but a towtruck later came and pulled him out.


We can get the AWD Equinox out of the garage. It's the foot of unplowed snow on Virginia Street we need to worry about.

Here we see Mike trying to save our holly tree by knocking off the heavy snow. It will most likely remain in tact.

This shows the 12-13+ inches of snow on our roof.



Lilo surveys the scene from the tunnel I shoveled for her through the yard.



Snow greetings from Short Street! People were skiing and snow boarding here, too. Who needs cars?
















Saturday, February 6, 2010

Snow blogging!

Remember those cute tins we have sitting on the buffet in honor of St. Valentine's Day? They are full of these:



I was bored tonight and made some Valentine truffles with the help of some cheap champagne and Lady Gaga.

Mike was benched by the storm and stayed in Morgantown this afternoon. He was supposed to head to NYC to Madison Square Garden to cover tomorrow's noon tipoff between WVU and St. John's. Unfortunately, the Snowcalypse came along and his flights were not only canceled but impossible. I'm excited to watch a basketball game with him tomorrow, despite his travel troubles.

Things around Morgantown were laughable for most of the day because we had a lot of rain. A LOT. WVU stopped classes at 1 p.m. and actually shut down completely at 3 pm. I'm not sure I remember that ever happening in the 12 or so years I've paid attention. Around 6 pm things started to change. Friend Courtney and I went out for sushi and I really thought I would have to walk the half mile back home. Vernal (the Chevy Equinox) goes just fine in the snow, but others weren't as fortunate. And Vernal and I got stuck behind them. No pics. Stupid me didn't have a camera.

It is a little after 1 a.m. now and we have what Mike calls "two beer cans tall" of snow. Check it out:



and here is the snow sitting on the rail along the steps to the backyard:



Here's the little tree in the back yard, weighed down with snow:


Mike's rare basketball-season-freedom led him to a friend's house tonight for some tomfoolery while Lady Gaga and I stayed home to make truffles. We'll post more pics of the snow tomorrow. It's still coming down and it's that lovely heavy, wet type that is perfect for snowmen/women. It's already up to Lilo's little puppy hips. Perhaps we'll make it to a "three beer can height" snow!