February 13, 2010

Buried

I haven't been blogging much at all. In fact, I haven't been doing much of anything blog or martial arts related lately. The screw in my knee is protruding more and more and I need to make an appointment soon. I just am delaying entering back into that world of knee crap again. I don't want to go there, understandably so.

Instead of doing what I should be doing, I've been throwing myself full force into the board position at the country club. The sports bar pitch I made on Monday night was voted through, so now all the getting quotes and meeting with contractors has shifted to ripping down wallpaper and supervising the project so that everything turns out as planned. I am both excited and nervous. I am constantly thinking, "if you build it, they will come" and am really hoping this is true. If we spend the money, build it and they don't? Well, it'll be my head on the chopping block for sure. I've stretched my neck out far for this one, used all my persuasive skills, and am holding out hope that it will all turn out ok.

In addition to being buried by country club business, we've been buried. . . literally. . .

The side of our house. We actually had to go out in the storm to clear our furnace vent because the snow drifts were so high.

We were so thankful to friends and neighbors who showed up to help with the digging out. It was pretty intense.

That would be our extremely buried mailbox that took Mr. BBM several hours to dig out.

The snow piles from the street. . .

The snow drifts off our rock wall that are waist high on adults. . .

Half of our holly tree with the nearby butterfly bushes completely covered.

The snow drifts on our patio and our covered patio table. . .

Needless to say, we are not thrilled about the prospect of another 6 inches on Monday night. My class at the university is quickly turning into an independent study course. This is truly insanity.