Yeah, I've got a snowblower bitches

Is it bad that I totally enjoy watching my neighbors break their backs shoveling plow slop while I cut through the heavy white stuff with my snowblower like a hot samurai sword through a melting stick of butter? No way dude. Here's my logic: Why do you have a snowblower? To get the job done faster, right? So, if I can whack through my entire driveway in 40 minutes, why the hell would I stay out in the cold like the freakin snowblowing Salvation Army instead of getting back inside where it's warm? Hey, if you want to borrow it, fine, but you're doing it yourself. This is how it goes down in "the town of friendly people."

Sometimes You Want To Go Where Everybody Knows Your Name

Last night I went back to my hometown for the first high school football game under the new lights in Cedar Grove. For the past few years, living in Pearl River has made me pass through daily life anonymously. No hellos at the bagel shop. No horn toots as friends drive by the house. As an in-betweener just starting his own family, those roots are just being planted in my new town. But, it's great to go back home from time to time where, even though you've been gone for over a decade, people still bring up in the context of casual conversation how great your 8th grade football team was, and stories that begin with "I remember when." I know that may be a bit overboard but it makes you feel good...like you mattered when you were here, and that you can always go back. By the way, CG won 28-3. Go Panthers!

Back to Grass Growing for a Second...

If you read my last rant about lawns here, you know that I have been way into grass this year. Found a cool site dedicated to grass growing. It's called Watching Grass Grow. Check it out. My personal favorite is the 1-year time lapse.