|Jason is third from the right|
Last weekend Jason and I went to our last Cub Scout winter camp. As per usual we had a blast. They do a great job with the programs. I took Chris’s Droid along to play with. I was an app downloading fool. I had a lot of fun with it and learned quite a bit about re-loading apps that crashed, sorting and searching apps, and along the way figured out how to launch a two liter bottle across a parking lot with water. Good stuff.
At what point did meteorology become a science? An old lady with a crystal ball is about as accurate. “Flurries” do not equal 6” of snowfall. “Slight possibility of snow”, does not equal 6” of snowfall. Snow storm equals 6” of snow. I think all meteorologists should be fired. They should just show us a radar picture and we can guess. I think it would be a hell of a lot more accurate, but I digress.
|Mike careening out of control!|
|Jason making a great run.|
|GPS Rangers. Jason is middle-left|
|Water rocket instruction.|
When I came home I expected to find my driveway full of snow. I was prepared to spend an hour or so snow blowing and shoveling. My neighbor dug me out since he knew I was out of town. I was impressed and very appreciative as I was still worn out from lack of sleep and lots of cool activities. That night he invited us over to the annual Super Bowl party. Lots of fun and I got to hold three different babies. Love babies, less fun when they can move and demand money for the littlest chore. It was a good night and a great weekend overall. I see an early night coming for us.
|No fire is too hot for SMORES!|
That is a real forecast, not some made up chicken bones, dart at a map pipe dream from a meteorologist.