Snow

"Snowpocalypse": I kinda thought that was a bit dramatic. It's the pet-name for the crazy blizzards happening all over the US right now. I was like, "Eh...it's probably not gonna be that bad." And then it was that bad, and I was all, "Eh, it'll melt in a day or two." And then it stuck around for four days, and right when it was almost gone, it snowed another six inches. And then, today, it snowed, like, eight inches more. 

The fresh snow was beautiful. There is this perfect sheet of perfectness going right across the front yard of the boarding house. As I stepped outside to view it in all of it's perfectness, I was overwhelmed by the insatiable urge to release my inner 4-year-old all over the place. I wanted...to build a snowman. My heart leapt with giddy joy at the prospect of creating a gigantic snowy being, and I ran outside and grabbed a handful of snow...only to discover that the snow wouldn't pack. Anyway, I did end up walking around the neighborhood and taking some pictures!!

As you can see, I'm snowed in, yet again. This is the third time in less than two full weeks. I don't mind it so much, unless I have plans. Like...today I was going to go get coffee and have a movie day with a friend. Except I can't make my car move, and neither can she, and teleportation hasn't been invented yet in the real world. So it's just going to have to be post-poned. And that's okay, because I would rather drive on clear roads anyway. I don't have the cleanest snow-driving record, y'know?

Like, last week. I was going to go to my friend Melissa's to go snowboarding. I live, by the way, in Branson, Missouri. If you aren't familiar with Branson, just know that it's located in the Ozarks, a really hilly area of Missouri/Arkansas/part of Oklahoma. So I'm headed to Melissa's house. The roads were kinda clear, but not perfect. The snow from a couple days before was melting away, but fresh snow was falling. I came around a corner and headed down a hill/curve thing. It was at this point that my car decided that it would lose traction and smash into a fence. ...nice.

I love this picture... ^

 The Welk Resort. AKA, the place with huge parking lots near my house. They make a nice place to walk when it isn't 9 degrees outside.

The Landlord's car...hehehe...

That's right. That's a Snowman Messenger of Death. And, in case you were wondering...I'm the only person online to publish the phrase, "Snowman Messenger of Death." Don't believe me? Google it! :P