Yesterday Jared and I rode around in a blizzard in search of Christmas presents for my family. After running up a credit card bill that I won’t be able to pay off any time soon, I was satisfied that my family would not look upon me as a slacker who didn’t take the time to participate in Christmas consumerism.
Riding around in a blizzard in Chicago is surprisingly okay. For the most part, the city does a very good job clearing off major roads. Side roads, alleys, and residential streets are where the real fun happens. Here are some photos from the last portion of the ride home:
When we got home, Jared insisted upon making his first snow person ever. I did not want to partake because I wanted to warm up after riding around in the snow all day. It was a very windy night. Initially the creation of the snow person was a one man job, but after watching from the window for a few minutes I joined Jared in rolling the huge snowballs. The difficult part came when we had to haul the 60 pound midsection over the bottom. Jared pulled his lower back out trying to roll it over while I held the bottom in place. We decided to save our backs and just make the middle smaller. I found some twigs and wine corks for the arms and face. Then we went inside and proceeded to get drunk and enjoy the snow person from the comfort of our warm apartment.
Our new place is right above Jared’s head in the photo directly to the left. That single window is our kitchen, dining room where we often hang out is the three windows left of that one. We sat in the dining room drinking and overhauling the hubs on Jared’s Centurion touring bike. Jared took apartment the rear derailleur and was too drunk to put it back together right. Something was wrong with it to begin with, and something is really wrong with it now.
I couldn’t believe my eyes when I looked outside to check on the snow person and the head was missing. What was even more alarming was that not only was the head missing, there was no evidence of the head splattered anywhere. It was just gone. If the wind had blown it off, we surely would have seen the remnants of the eyes and mouth somewhere. After looking around for a bit, the only conclusion we could surmise was that someone stole the head. It is disconcerting to know that we live in an apartment complex with a headhunter. Nevertheless, we rebuilt. The new head was a little creepier to try to ward off potential invaders.
-L
“noman funny…mom”
Silas and I are reading your blogthingy and he says “nomaaaaaaan!”
this might be a new gender designation…i think silas is on to something!
He may be cold…he may be a rebel…but there is one thing he is not…he…is…NOMAN!
At least you’re safe from any local cyclops…
ha that is the name of my mom’s stationary bike trainers….i’m definitely not letting that thing into my house.
Yeah, great blizzard. During the blizzard, I noticed two big snowflakes on my sleeve, looked at them closely, and realized, contrary to popular belief, that they were identical in every way. So, I carefully put them in a baggie and put them in the freezer so I could record this unique event. Wouldn’t you know that my girlfriend went into the freezer for butter brickle ice cream and threw away what to her was an empty baggy! My dreams of displaying those twin flakes at state fairs and conventions across the country became a puddle in the waste basket. But you still have a chance. Check every snow flake you can and when you find two that are identical, you’re off to the fair, in the booth right next to the bearded lady. Just don’t keep them in the freezer next to the ice cream.
See if you can find any frozen dog turds for the nose and eyes – they won’t steal it then.
You are a genius, Scott. I am glad we have you on our team.
why is the snow person post so unpopular? besides ariel’s the only comments we’ve gotten for this post are “I want to quote your post in my blog. It can?” and something in Russian. I guess we’ll have to go back to something more obscene.
Maybe most of your readers live in Tucson and, consequently, have no idea what you are even talking about. Why are you wearing so many clothes? Is that some kind of ash on the ground?
The only thing we can relate to or understand is the bottle of Tapatio on the windowsill.
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haha i left that tapatio that photo because i figured someone would notice!
haha the people in tucson think the snowman is made of cocaine…come to chicago, where the streets are paved with coke!
I’d say it’s more likely that people are off visiting family or being visited by family and aren’t checking the internets for CP
beautiful!