DD 16: JD 2: Let it Snow (or Don’t)

courtesy of National Geographic Little Kids website

Bridget Jones’s Update of Day 16: BMI: 24.9 (-0.4) One word: WOOOT!  About damn time.  Meditation: I’ve managed to set aside 5 mins a day to really close my eyes/breathe/focus on each body part meditation exercise. Brief Observations: Ok back on day 2 of Dr. Junger’s challenge, and the headache is back. Dull, back of the head. Definitely makes me want to walk away from any further sugary spoonfuls of delight, that’s for sure.

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And they’re starting to called it Snow-meggedon.

Huge Blizzard. Anywhere from 8-14″.

Biblical… given the bro-ha-ha currently happening in New England.

Think Moses “Part the Red Sea” Old Testament style bro-ha-ha. Then enter the press. Not being a local, I’m inclined to listen to natives, they panic, I panic. We aren’t at Def-con 1, but based  on the breathless, twitchy local-news weather chica, I should be very concerned.

Some started calling it Snow-meggedon. Pack up the kids, batten down the hatches. Stock up, snuggle down.

Dear readers, Good news…

This isn’t my first rodeo.

I’ve seen what happens to the people of New England when faced with a snow storm.

Default mode in NE is panic when it comes to snow- be it a flake or deluge. Totally fueled by the media, your average hardy New Englander is relegated into something from Survivor.

Now, Washington DC is panicked. HELL YES, they should be, as they probably have one working plow for the 2-3 FEET that just hit the district. But RI and MASS? First rumor of snow has Aunt Em hip-checking Grannies at the market during a run on eggs, milk and bread.

Why? The Nor’easter of 1978. I blame all this craziness on one damn storm.

And to be totally fair, it was an epic storm.

It’s severity was unexpected. Raging for 33 straight hours, it had winds from 88 mph to 111 mph. At end it had dropped over 2 feet ( and in some areas 40″) of snow. Killed 100 people and left over 4,500 injured. It shut down Boston and RI, roads choked. People died in cars on highways, snow covering idling cars’ exhaust pipes, inducing carbon monoxide poisoning.

Blizzard of '78 burying cars in Boston

So we pay for the next 32 years, the first snowflake, sends most of MA and RI running off to tape windows, store up a week of supplies and make sure there’s full tanks of gas in both snow blower and car.

So I’ve got one week of food, movies up the ying-yang to watch with or without the kids, and enough home projects to last two or three epic storms.

But as I said this isn’t my first Rodeo.

I just have this feeling that there are going to be a lot of weather reporters eating crow on this storm.

Snow-magedon?

Probably more like Snowgate.