As y’all know, I blog under the name Daisy.
As most of you have probably guessed, Daisy isn’t my real name. It is simply the blogging name I chose many years ago for a variety of reasons some of which I regret every now and again. It is a fun name to blog under, short and sweet. My real name isn’t particularly short or sweet. French and hard to spell, yes. Sweet, no. Daisy is light hearted and whimsy, if a little young and hippie-ish.
Anyway. Moving on.
Over the years I’ve met a lot friends through blogging, friends who eventually (if they are lucky and I deem them to be non-serial killers) learn my real name. Except my blogging name is shorter and easier, so a lot of them continue to call me Daisy. I’ve found that I now respond to both my real name and Daisy. A few of my friends then shortened it to Daiz, which I recently (and to my absolute horror) started typing at the end of a work email a few weeks ago. It went something like this:
….blah blah blah….I look forward to working on this project with you.
Add that to the list of “things that won’t fly” why don’t I?
The worst is when I meet someone in real life and the name Daisy comes up – typically the name of their pet- and I let out a half-strangle sound because I cut myself off as I inadvertently start to say “Daisy? That is my name too!” after introducing myself with a name that is decidedly not Daisy. Dual-personality freak is not a label I need in any social circle, no matter how many fun situations that might present themselves as a result.
My point in this entire rambling post is, if you plan to blog anonymously, choose your name wisely.
Or else you might find yourself buying some dishes because of the pretty daisy pattern on them.
Not that that…happened.
I know this post is coming a little late, but the truth of the matter is B and I are on vacation in Utah. Skiing, snow shoeing and good eats have been the mainstays of this quick trip, along with the gorgeous view from my parent’s house: Yup, looking at that with a glass of wine in hand is never a bad way to unwind.
Of course my parent’s golden doodle Atticus thinks your eyes should always be on him:
It felt wonderful to save up for our new “toys” and there is a certain relief in knowing that our old dead laptops can safely be retired before an epic explosion. (Truthfully, the sales tax in Utah felt pretty wonderful too.) The Macbook Pro is mine, replacing my six year old Sony Vaio that no longer has a working battery and shuts down every forty five minutes or so before ten minutes to reboot, and the iPad is replacing B’s totally dead, now being used as a paperweight seven year old Dell laptop. I look forward to recycling them and sending them off to the computer graveyard. Any applications or programs for our new devices that are a must have in your book?
Many thanks to the Namby Pamby fantastic house & dog sitting services and making this vacation possible for us! Gin & lasagna upon our return!
It started out slowly, with a little snow and wind. Nothing Chicago couldn’t handle.
Slowly though it picked up, and right on cue with the warnings, around 5:00 in the evening it started getting a little more interesting. By interesting I mean 50 mph sustained winds blowing down our street.
Around 8:00 we lost our DSL internet connection, and I’m not going to lie, that left us both a little sad. Our power was still on though, and our satellite was hanging in there so we chalked it up as a small casualty and watched some television and had some cocoa.
Around 9:00 the dog alerted us to the fact that he was so not ok with this situation and as if on cue, the thundersnow started -which is a site to behold. We busted out his Thundershirt and watched Jim Cantore flip his lid about the thundersnow – always comforting when he is less than a mile from your house. (Note: not comforting in the slightest.)
We had to take the dog out for one last potty break so around 10:00 we all bundled up from head to toe, managed to shove the door open (at this point 2-3 foot drifts were cementing the doors into place) and carried the dog over a drift to some barren grass (ahh sweeping winds). He took one look around, launched his body back through the drift, threw himself at the front door while making a primal animal noise, akin to a llama in heat (or so I’d guess). We took this to mean he didn’t need to use the facilities and went back inside, but not before we both about died laughing from his antics, specifically the snow drift launching. At this point we called it a night, hoped the power stayed on and went to bed. We awoke the next morning to a very crusty winter wonderland (as it turns out, wet snow plus driving 50 mph + winds = snowy cement).
Knowing that Rhett Butler was most likely near-death with his need for a potty break, we suited back up and took him out again. He was unsure of what had happened to his yard and let us know how he felt about it:
And with that, we survived the great Chicago Blizzard of 2011. Our power stayed on, our Internet eventually came back and we enjoyed a leisurely snow day on Wednesday. Oh, and we congratulated ourselves on having the foresight to pay for a heated garage parking spot:
(All photos taken with my iPhone 3G -i.e. a crappy camera- and augmented with Instagram)
Last night B declared that the phrases “Snowmageddon” and “Snowpocalypse” were tired. “Snowacaine” isn’t really as catchy and so instead B dubbed this storm SnowMyGodWe’reGonnaDie and/or SnowMyGodI’mGonnaDie. I’m rolling with it.
We are ready at casa de Daisy except for the fact that I forgot to get fixings for s’mores last night. If we lose power and are relegated to only our cooking gas, I’m gonna be so annoyed I’m not eating a toasted marshmallow on a graham cracker and I’m instead eating leftovers we heated up in a pan.
I did however remember to buy the always classy cube of wine from Target (cab/shiraz blend, thanks) just in case we can’t leave the house for a few days. It seemed like nothing short of prior planning. I’ve also asked B no less than 5 times that our thermostat does in fact have a battery back up so if we lose power we will keep our heat because we have gas heat. He continues to tell me yes and I continue to peer at the thermostat wondering where they hid the battery in it and praying to the Snow Gods that the battery has lots of juice. Jim Cantore is in Chicago which means, I think, the Weather Channel is trying to tell us something. That and the lady on the Weather Channel this morning said (and I quote) “This storm is going to be like a mega fist pump across the Midwest and it is going to be awful in Chicago, but it will be fantastic for the rest of us to watch.”
Also, because my Mom thinks I should, I’m supposed to tell you that when I evacuated from those 3 hurricanes in college I didn’t plan very well and arrived at my final destinations with a suitcase full of my underwear and jeans. Whatever Mom. What would you have brought from your college dorm room? Underwear and jeans seemed like a better idea than cocktail dresses and lets face it, after throwing in a few pairs of Soffe shorts and some tshirts, we covered my entire college wardrobe.