the metafictional blues

The ever elusive snow day is back — and they said it couldn’t be done. It hardly seemed logical to believe the forecast of “ice pellets” while we were enjoying a sunny prepubescent spring afternoon yesterday. But behold, gentle reader, the pictures don’t lie:

In the time it’s taken me to upload the photos and write this post, the snow has continued and has started coming down in chunks. Yes. Chunks.

A beautiful day for delivering furniture — unfortunately, it is not mine.

And finally… the look of snow day

I haven’t been able to post as much as I would have liked lately, what with Paris’ cell phone list being leaked and all. You wouldn’t believe some of these calls. Anyway, this is quite unfortunate because I haven’t been able to document and report all the fantastic things that I have to report and document. All of the things I tell Jamelah, “I may have to blog that.”

So I’m ashamed. Especially since this is Samuel Pepys’ birthday and he didn’t have to make excuses for not writing everything down — he just did it. I will make a greater effort to follow his example and press on, as there are many tales left to tell and many made up words that need to be exposed for the frauds they are, such as Taco Bell’s recent introduction of the fake term “Stuft”. Your burritos are tasty without the fancy language, Taco Bell, so stop it.

Upward and onward …

Unlike Beck, I haven’t actually been crazy with the Cheez Whiz, but crazy with the clearance priced Valentine’s Day candy. (Also, I don’t have two turntables, but I do have a microphone. Check out some of the updated audio here.) Against my better judgement I picked up an extra bag of conversation hearts to prolong the high of my 22oz. bag that’s nearly empty. An almost too close to the harsh reality of my candy blitz, after the clearance discount, I think the new bag cost me about a dime. Yes. A dime bag. And it’s already Peeps season. I’m doomed.

Yesterday I went all out in celebrating President’s Day by eating a lot of leftover conversation hearts and picking through PHP. Because George loved some PHP and I hear Abe Lincoln was candy freak. But I digress …

Upon further reflection, I decided to do a little research on the presidents’ birthdays and President’s day. After doing a bit of reading this morning, I’m not sure if it’s George Washington’s birthday or not. As Prince would say … “con-tro-ver-sy!” As Prince would also say “You can be the president, I’d rather be the pope.” What’s the pope got to do, got to do with it, you might ask. Check out my resources above and prepare to be amazed. Check it.

Money quote: Still, he added, “You’ve got some poor schmucks like Van Buren and Buchanan who need something.”

So … happy belated birthday Mr. Washington. Card’s in the mail. Or is it?

I’ve heard of people going to great lengths to get more presents, but this is ridiculous!

The finalists have been announced in the Third Annual “Jif®’s Most Creative Peanut Butter Sandwich Contest for Kids” upcoming to be held on March 3rd at the The Culinary Loft in New York City’s Soho area.

The finalists and their recipes are:

P’Nutty Pizzalicious by six-year-old Chimi of
Georgia
Hannah’s Patriotic PB&J by ten-year-old Hannah of Oklahoma
Jif
Banana-Berry Wafflich by eight-year-old Rachel of Virginia
My ‘Lil Punkin Pie
by nine-year-old Sydni of Ohio
and Katelyn’s Thai Peanut Butter Chicken Wrap
by eleven-year-old Katelyn of Virginia.

The finalists will be scored by a panel of live judges and the winner receives a $5,000 savings bond, Jif gift basket and national creative peanut butter sandwich making title. Last year’s winner was 12-year old Princeton, NJ resident Jessica Delaney, who wowed the judges with her Peanutty Wrapple Rolls with Maple Dipping Sauce.

I haven’t seen the pictures of the creations (apprently they were posted on the Jif website at one point), but I think I’m rooting for the Banana Berry Wafflich. Wafflich. I think that’s a great word.

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