I have now lived in my “new” house for an entire year; and in that time I have YET to figure out the right way to sort and dispose of my trash. Apparently, there is an “unspoken” class structure or heirarchy amongst the different types of trash that I had not been privy too. Until now. The folks down at CWD (Community Waste Disposal) were more than happy to send me a brochure of the proper protocol for disposing of waste.

It would seem that the icy temps have left the unsuspecting southern states and headed back north, where they belong. I must say, that I don’t really miss the snow like I once had when I first moved to Texas. Images of people digging their cars out of snow banks and long harrowing treks against gale force winds just doesn’t have the same appeal to me as it once did. Of course, when you’re a kid, the nerve endings in your extremities lie dormant – which explains my childhood love of fire-walking.

Is it just the Dallas/Fort Worth Metroplex or does the drama run high across the country when the wind picks up?

I was watching the 5 o’clock news a few months back – the woman reporting was placing huge emphasis on the manifesting snow flurries that were now visible on the railing she was leaning against. “If you look closely….and I mean closely…you can see that the snow is coming down in big “chunks.” Wow. Chunks. Rarely does Texas get snow, but snow chunks?? The camera pans left then zooms right in on one isolated flake sitting on the guard rail. In the realm of snow flakes, I suppose it was sizable, but it was hardly worth the apocalyptic attention channel 5 was offering.
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I am by no means a “savvy” dresser. I don’t embarrass myself by showing up in jellybeans and leg warmers but beyond that I guess my fashion sense is – safe. Not too “Garanimals” and not too “Lady Gaga” – just inconspicuously ordinary. It has come to my attention, however, that my partner Ang sees me as some sort of “What Not To Wear” savant.

Exhibit A: The setting…an ass clinching cold day at Kohl’s Department Store.

Me: Hey Ang! Look at this sweater – what do you think?
Ang: Oh ughh…what is with that ropey pattern and the zipper front – looks like something an old lady would wear.
Me: Really?? I kinda like it actua-
Ang: Do they have my size?? I wear a small….try to find a small…Oh look! They have it in black too! I’m going to get it in black and this un-old lady oatmeal color! You check that rack over there and I’ll keep looking over here. Hurry! I think that woman on the Rascal just put one in her basket.
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