Catastrasnow photo 1

So far, this is what it looks like outside. It's only 9:30 pm. This storm doesn't end until tomorrow night!

From our front window:

Thin Dime

God. I forgot about that. Thin Dime. That was my CB call name when I was little. I didn't have a CB. my dad did. Somehow the conversation of our entire family having CB names came up while my parents visited over the weekend and I've been thinking of it ever since. My sister was "Copper Penny", and there was "Silver Dollar", "Loose Change". I forget who was who, but I was "Thin Dime". Now that I think of it, my radio career started pretty darn early.

My mysteries

A few updates:

1. Mystery Solved: A couple of months ago I discovered the land beneath my keys on my keyboard was a sea of tiny black hairs. The minute I made this discovery, I refused to do any more work until I had a new keyboard. I also nearly puked. I found a stack of unused keyboards on a desk down the hall and solved they keyboard crisis all by myself (thanks for nothing IT). But WTH with the hair? Fast forward to New Year's Eve, I was talking to a co-worker who informned me that the dude who sat at this desk before I did would SHAVE AT HIS DESK. F-ing disgusting! But, mystery solved.

2. New Mystery: Some stranger sent a long winded "sorry I treated you like shit when we were together" email to my gmail inbox. I have no idea who this guy is and I clearly got this email by mistake. But I'm going to chalk it up to finally getting an apology from every miserable jerk I dated before meeting Jason. Whoever you are "Clint Peyton" THANK YOU! Now I will delete your email and all memories of ACTUALLY being treated like shit by guys like you! Phew, I feel so much better!

We got snow!!!

Jo Stafford – “It Happened In Sun Valley”




Lyrics:

Howdy folks, let’s go for a ride
Get your favorite one to sit by your side
Cuddle up in a sleigh, gitty up, Nellie Gray, and away we go
While you listen to the sleighbells ring
You‘re yodeling to your baby
You’ll feel nice and warm
No matter how cold it may be
Take a look at little Jack and Jill
They ski down a hill
That‘s a snowplough turn
And look, there’s a spill,
There‘s a spill on a hill
When you’re down it’s a thrill
To go up again
Ev’rybody ought to learn to ski
For that is how we first met
We were that Jack and Jill
That came down a hill
When I looked at you
My heart took a spill
Took a spill on a hill
It’s a thrill that I can’t forget...

It happened in Sun Valley
Not so very long ago
There were sunbeams in the snow
And a twinkle in your eyes
I remember oh! so clearly
That you nearly passed me by
Then it happened in Sun Valley
When you slipped and fell, and so did I...

It happened in Sun Valley
Not so very long ago
There were sunbeams in the snow
And I fell in love when I saw that
Twinkle in your eyes
I remember oh! so clearly
That you nearly passed me by
Then it happened in Sun Valley
When you slipped and fell, and so did I...

Now ev’ry year we go back and then
We recall that fall and that moment when
We were there on a hill
So we both take a spill
And we’re Jack and Jill
Again!

Letters

Letters
by Lynette Carlock

I moved to Washington DC 3 months before 9/11.
I will never forget driving home from work that day
Smelling
the burning Pentagon.
I met my husband when I joined an improv group
15 years ago.
We fell in love via snail mail during his season at Yellowstone.
He’s the most amazing person I’ve ever met.