Wishing you all a Merry Christmas from me and J.
If you know anything about Missouri and the way Mother Nature treats us, you are fully aware of how awful it is. Never do we have a normal week of the same and consistent, boring weather. Each week or to make it seem more legit, each day we are subjected to the ever-changing weather patterns of the awful and almost hellish, style weather. It’s a roller coaster of seasons. Trust me. In Missouri, you can (and you will) bear witness to all four seasons in a single week. It doesn’t matter which seasons you’re in. It can snow in the summer and it can be sweltering hot in the middle of December. It’s just how Missouri is. We are used to it but as much as we are used to the undecided weather that is dumped on us, we still bitch and moan about the weather, no matter if it’s cold or hot.
The other day, we were ravaged with a mixture of rain, ice, and snow. Combine all that into a 24 hour period and you have what most Missourians considered, Snowmageddon. I have a new car now. My old car would have died if I tried driving anymore than a foot away from the apartment. Now that I have 2.0, I have no issues driving in the arctic style weather. If you are wondering if this post is about the weather and not about the run in I had with a possible serial killer, then you’re wrong. This is not about the weather. I have discussed previously about the weather here and here. I hate snow and I hate ice. I just feel if I am going to talk about my chance meeting with a possible serial killer, I should build up a back story and not just throw you head first into what could have been my final demise.
I hope everyone had a fulfilling day. I hope you drank enough Corona that you forgot where you parked. Be sure to eat up those tacos and all the other authentic Mexican meals cause tomorrow is just another day in May. Not to be confused with Mexico’s Independence Day, Cinco De Mayo is the day Mexican forces defeated the french in 1862 in the battle of Puebla. The French were defeated and after we said, ‘au revoir” to them, we quickly destroyed the meaning of Cinco De Mayo and turned it into another reason to get sloshed, like Saint Patty’s Day – which I really don’t know the origins behind why we celebrate it. Thank you, Mexico. America tips its Canadian hat to you.
Happy New Year! Let’s make this year rock.
Looks like the Christmas Spirit is missing this year. Someone send a search party.