Wednesday, February 07, 2007

That Cold Bite of Winter


Imagine getting bit on the butt by a big mean dog named Winter. Even if you're a Polar Bear like the one in the picture, if you aren't prepared, the teeth of that big mean dog can sink pretty deep.
I'm never surprised when I see people who truly think the dog isn't going to bite them. As any Boy Scout will tell you, 'Be Prepared' is a motto to live by.
While I'm dodging the numerous accidents on my way to my rewarding career, I'm always on the lookout for drivers who still don't have a clue how to drive in extreme cold weather. And there are plenty of them. Some of them even speak the language.
Mind you, after Winter bites their butts, the looks on their collective faces is truly priceless.
Because it's the same look everytime.
Think you can balance a large hot coffee on your lap while talking on your cellphone making a left-hand turn? Didn't think so... How's that coffee feel now? Is your lap aflame with thoughts of a warmer climate. I guess you won't be in today. We'll just have to get by here without you.
Try to think some warm thoughts. And give that big mean dog named Winter a kind thought too. He'll bite you on the butt if you aren't prepared enough to give him kind thoughts.
At minus 30 degrees, you'll find out in a hurry just exactly why that Boy Scout motto is so popular. After all, Winter will always let you know why he's been around for so long. And with so many butts to bite, you'd think he'd get tired.
Apparently, every bite is as satisfying as the first one was. And expensive too. Did I mention that when Winter bites, he bites in the wallet?
So Be Prepared, and don't let Winter bite you on the butt. Your A$$ will thank you.
And have a nice day!

Friday, February 02, 2007

Ground Hogwash Day!


Okay Folks, I'm all for an early Spring this year, but I'm not in agreement with Wiarton Willie, Shubenacadie Sam, Punxsutawney Phil and all their prognostications regarding an early Spring.

The last time Punxsutawney Phil predicted an early spring was 1999. I was still shovelling into May. Something about Ground Hogs predicting the weather just doesn't jive with me.

Wolfie the Big Dog has a prediction too, plenty of Snow. Lots of Snow. Big mountains of Snow.

And some frozen Ground Hogs.

I plan on using them as slalom pylons when I'm riding down the mountain.

Punxsutawney Phil better bundle up :)