He's no Dan Marino

A little warning...this blog will be about absolutely nothing, sometimes it works, usualy it fails. Horribly.

This one is just me blowing off a little steam.

Here's your chance to pull out before you go any further.



Sorry about that.

...not really.

The title of this blog refers to what my go to reply has been to most anything this week.



I've been using it on facebook, in the doctors office, at work...everywhere. All the time.
Not one person has asked me yet what it means.
Not one.

Here's what it means.

Nothing.

...and know one's questioned it.

Don't you love it?

I used to have a friend growing up that we called Bart Starr. For no reason. That's just what we called him.

Maybe that's its genesis.

Give it a try the next chance you get. Use it casually. Let's see if it has any legs. Maybe it will be the next
"Dy-no-mite"
or
"Here I come to save the day"
or at least
"Yabba dabba doo"


That last one might be a bit of a stretch.

As I write this the STORM OF THE CENTURY is being forecast where I live. (notice the capitalization)
Weathermen are forecasting 24 to 100 million inches of snow. Depends on which expert you listen to.
Either way it been upgraded from a severe winter storm warning to a blizzard warning.
Apparently a blizzard is far worse that a severe winter storm.



I showed it full size so you can all see the enormity of it.

The weathermen are so excited about this that they all have to do their weather reports sitting down.
(If you know what I mean).

Fortunately for them, theres not accountablity in a weather forecast. So you miss the accumulation total by a few dozen inches...predict a sunny day and all you get is rain...miss the temperature forecast by 20 to 30 degrees. Who cares?
If the margin for error was that large for my job I'd look like a friggin' genius...and believe me, I'm no friggin' genius.



There's no way this storm will beat the storm of '78.
 

Those are actual pictures from that storm.
Those are cars abandoned on the highway.
For reals.

No school for a week.

Good times.

No way this storm touches that one.
No way.

Oh, and this storm has a name.
They (who they is I do not know) now name winter storms.

Do you want to know the name of this storm?


Nemo.

No lie.

Doesn't exactly strike fear in your heart now , does it?

What is the world coming to?

Enough of this....I don't have any energy left.

This is me pulling out early, so to speak.

It's been a hard week and I'm plum tuckered out.

Maybe my next blog will be better.

...but I hope not.

Love you all.

...especially Dan Marino