Getting Personal: The Snowpocolypse -2010.

The Snowpocolypse 
So, this year the East Coast was lucky enough to encounter The Snowpocolypse. What is this, you ask? This is the biggest freaking snow storm we have had since 1996! This was actually two glorious snow storms. The first one unloaded about three feet of snow between Friday, February 5th and Saturday, February 6th. Then, like magic, the snow started kissing the earth again around 11AM on Tuesday, February 9th and finished with another 20 inches on the 10th. That is right, I called it GLORIOUS and even went as far as saying it KISSED the earth. Mostly just to drive a certain miss Belinda insane because she didn't have quite as much fun as I did ;]

So, all the pictures and videos I'm posting are of family and myself. See that picture up above? I'm stupidly jumping off the railing of my deck. My man says, 'Babe, make sure you land on your butt.' Well, duh, I say. Not 30 seconds later, I put my feet down to land. Oh, instinct, you FAIL me yet again. Whoops; I thought for about 2 minutes that I broke an ankle. Haha, I didn't, it didn't hurt after those 2 minutes were up. 

 I also wanted to share how lucky I am that it snowed in our area. Because if it never snowed, I would have NEVER met Spiderman. That's right, folks, I got to witness Spiderman shovel a porch. This is not something that happens everyday. No pictures were allowed so I had to sneak a tiny one. Apparently the snow had brought down the crime rate for those evenings- all the criminals being stuck indoors and all... Spiderman got bored.

Spiderman is not the only one who was bored while being stuck at home. Today we played outside in the snow for over 2 hours. I don't think I've played in the snow that long in foooorrrrrever. I know you're dying to check out some of the silliness. I even have videos of my baby (REX!) catching snowballs in his mouth. If you check out my YouTube page, you will find that my dog is obsessed with snowballs.

Now, no hate comments. My baby has to be tied up to a chain because if he isn't, he chases after cars... and you try holding him on a normal leash when he's chasing snowballs. Sorry, I got my fingers all mixed up in the Evidence:

And because Rex wasn't the only one having fun...

 And now... A few pictures of Snowpocolypse for the road...

Some of us hated the snow, *cough* Belinda *cough*, some of us loved it (ME!)... But I hope that whatever the circumstance that everyone stayed safe and enjoyed what they could of being stuck in the house... even if they ran out of diapers, power and/or food. ;] 

NOW.... Want to hear the other side of the story? Head on over to...

The Rex to my Robot.

I would like to formally introduce you to the real Rex. I'm just his puppet, ah, robot, I mean. He saved me on June 18, 2008! 

There he is! My gorgeous little Shepherd mix. I know this isn't a book review, and no one probably cares... but I'm going for it anyway! Rex is named after a character in the Metal Gear Solid video game series. (Me and my man are big into video games- Rex was not my first choice though. Boo, my honey won that battle.) Now, how did Rex come to join our little family...?

We found Rex trapped inside a box in the woods off the road we live on. Someone dropped this precious four month old puppy off inside a box! He was house trained and knew some basic commands when we found him. I'm guessing someone didn't realize that puppies need walked and loved... or maybe couldn't afford him anymore. Sooooo, why do I love this story?

The day before Rex was found, I was going to adopt a dog from the Humane Society. Something happened and we were (literally!) five minutes too late getting to the Humane Society to sign the papers and get the rottweiler. It figures that the day I go to adopt a dog, they close up 10 minutes early. They wouldn't let us in. I was completely devastated. (We were out of town adopting this dog and had to leave later that night to drive home- so we couldn't go back the next day to pick her up either.)

Well, at 7am the following morning my mom was driving down our road- and saw two eyes peering through some holes in a box off the side of the road, tucked into the woods. She had just had knee surgery, and could barely walk, but something told her to pull over and check out the box. She walked to the box and opened it- Rex popped out malnourished and full of ticks and fleas. (We were picking ticks off him for a week... ugh, no amount of shampoo took those things off.)

So, I think everything happens for a reason. I didn't get to that humane society because God had already planned on dropping a little present off to us the next morning! Heheh... Rex and his beautiful personality fit perfectly with my family. He sleeps all night, he hates getting up early, he comforts me when I'm sad (I think he knows before I do, sometimes)... ah- he doesn't go in the house ;o] What more could I ask for? Hehe. I love you, Rexy <3<3