Showing posts with label Sandy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sandy. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

BTW

By the way, Obama needs to get cracking.  As of today, there are still 800 buildings without power in New York City.  And this lady, Donna Vanzant, has gotten zip help, despite the promises of the Anointed One, or, as he has recently been styled, "Our Lord and Savior".


Yeah, I know.  He flew in and out twice and said good stuff, and that's all that counts. 

Maybe it's because he hates blacks that all that bad stuff happened in New York and New Jersey after Sandy.  Oh, wait, that's Bush after Katrina. 

Thursday, November 1, 2012

Ingenuity

My favorite Sandy pic.   No power, no problem.  4 D batteries, tape, speaker wire, a rubber band, and a car charger. Voila!  Cell phone charger.


Tuesday, October 30, 2012

The Biggest Crisis of the Night

Was that I spilled a perfectly good glass of wine on the carpet and had to waste time better spent snuggled up with a book scrubbing it out. 

Government is closed, almost.  Teleworkers are required to work if we have power and internet.  Fudge.  I'd rather read.

Hope all weathered it well.  I know the northeast will be cleaning up for months to come.  Lest anybody think that sometimes storms are over-hyped:  what would have happened had this one been treated casually?

Wall Street meets Sandy, Oct. 29, 2012

Sunday, October 28, 2012

Winterized

Gutters cleaned - check
Drainage ditches cleared - check
Drinking water in - check
Kerosene heater filled and tested - check
Tub filled for flushing toilet - check
Camp stove from ML tomorrow - check
Oil in lamps - check
New batteries in radio and flashlights - check
Plenty of ammo - check
Plenty of food - check
Plenty of wine - check
Whether or not we get damage, I'm ready for winter now, anyway.

Saturday, October 27, 2012

That's My Girl!



Text from still-in-Baltimore daughter - her preparation for Sandy involved groceries, batteries, and ammo.  Yeah, that's my girl for sure.  She went to Dick's because Wal-Mart, while cheaper, requires that you fill out form with name, address, etc, to buy ammo in Baltimore and she has 4 letter words to describe that.  Text I received describing conversation at Dick's:

Daughter:  I need some 12 gauge shells.

Clerk:  Hunting?

Daughter:  Sure, or impending storm.

Clerk:  Here, if you shoot him in the face with these he'll be blind for life and his children will get a good lesson not to be like daddy.

Obviously, not all residents of Maryland are stupid.