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On Minnesota’s hottest morning radio show, the energy level is way up but the time is very, very early.
This skit accents a few genuine characteristics of Minnesota’s winter weather. It’s also a little bit horrifying.
I am incredibly excited for my upcoming Thanksgiving trip to Minnesota. Tonight I began filling my suitcase even though I don’t fly out until Wednesday, which means my level of anticipation has somehow overcome my intense hatred for packing.
Two of my coworkers took trips to the Midwest within the past few weeks, and they made me jealous with tales from Illinois, Wisconsin, Minnesota and South Dakota. It’s always hilarious to hear a Southerner recount experiences from up north. My coworker Travis attempted to test the authenticity of my Minnesotan farm girl-ness by texting me a photo of a calf from Wisconsin and asking, “What kind of cow is this?”
It was a Dutch Belted. He really should have chosen a more difficult breed.
Travis also did some philosophizing while he sat in his hotel room trying to escape the temperatures that seemed frigid to a South Carolinian but undoubtedly mild to everyone else in Wisconsin, I’m sure. He said:
The people of the Midwest are too d@mn nice. I think it’s the cold. I think their preservation instinct compels them to work as a unit because they know that’s the only way they’ll make it.
I don’t care what causes the “Minnesota nice,” but I feel long overdue for a giant dose of it. Also, I just might freeze my buns off this week.
While Hurricane Irene has made remarkably little impact on the Savannah weather, today was especially gray. The sky was filled with strange, fast-moving clouds and we experienced a couple short episodes of rain.
Tonight for dinner I opted to visit Savannah’s Six Pence Pub in honor of the weather that seemed strikingly similar to London. I’m thankful that we only had to cope with a little gloom and avoided the doom that’s worrying people to our north. I hope the rest of the eastern shore is able cope with whatever antics Irene has planned and enjoy a meal outdoors like I did tonight before too long.
One week from today I’m headed north and a little east to Connecticut and the Big Apple. Please be nice, Irene.
Pretty please?
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Well, ladies and gentlemen, you can add Savannah to the list of places where people felt today’s earthquake. I was sitting at my desk on the top floor of my office building when suddenly my coworker said, “Why is the building shaking?”
I then realized that I, too, had noticed that Keys Hall was trembling but wasn’t immediately aware or willing to acknowledge the reality of the situation. Since there was also a earthquake in Colorado today, my officemates and I began wondering if these events are the beginning of the widely acknowledged (and contested) 2012 global meltdown.
I’m also situated in the “cone” of Hurricane Irene. From what I’ve gathered from experienced Savannahians, if the hurricane hits North Carolina as predicted we will see torrential rain and flooding in Savannah. It’s going to be a blissful weekend, I’m sure. Maybe Lena will go halfsies on a boat with me?
And now, let me leave you with a daily dose of banter from the office. I can’t pass up the opportunity to comment on my blog’s two favorite summer topics: the weather and the bugs.
Coworker #1: In the bible, what comes next after hurricanes and earthquakes?
Me: Maybe it’s the locusts?
Coworker #1: We’re in the South. We can handle a bug invasion.
Coworker #2: That’s a typical evening.
It’s another stormy Sunday in Savannah.
Yesterday was soaking Saturday and tomorrow will be monsoon Monday. Next comes torrential Tuesday and wet Wednesday, which are not to be outdone by thunderous Thursday and flooded Friday.
It storms here. It storms here a lot.
In the time it took me to track down the neat-o gif above, the thunderstorm passed through my neighborhood, and now Savannah’s ultra-violent rays have returned. Soon our puddles will evaporate into air as thick as molasses and you can bake ginger snaps on the sidewalk.
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Do you know that new sunscreen labeling rules announced by the FDA will ban the use of the terms waterproof or sweatproof?
My friend and news guru, Seth, brought this ABC News report to my attention via Twitter a few days ago. Apparently the new rules also allow only sunscreens of SPF 15 and higher to claim they prevent sunburn and reduce the risk of skin cancer. Skin cancer happens to be the most common form of cancer in the U.S., with more than 3.5 million new cases yearly.
Most days I hear the UV Index announced on my car radio at one point or another. Usually the friendly announcer girl tells me what time the high and low tides will occur on Tybee Island and she describes the UV Index as extreme.
After reading the U.S. Environmental Protection Agency’s page on the UV Index, I’ve learned that extreme is the highest classification possible. Extreme proceeds low, moderate, high, and very high on the rays-of-death scale. “Overexposure to the sun’s ultraviolet (UV) radiation can cause immediate effects, such as sunburn, and long-term problems, such as skin cancer and cataracts.”
Great. I’m doomed.
At least now I know that people have to use “extra caution near water, snow and sand” when the UV Index is high. The beach is probably the only place is Savannah where a sane person (or Northern person, in my case) can stand to be outside during the summer. The beach, naturally, comprises both sand and water.
Great. I’m double doomed.
Perfect Iced Coffee | The Pioneer Woman Cooks
Someday I will stop telling you how hot it is in Savannah. Today is not that day.
I will need a lot of iced coffee, iced tea, ice cream, ice cubes, ice packs, ice hockey films and maybe even a little Vanilla Ice to get through this summer.
I wish Savannah had an ice bar like London. Oh wait, it would probably melt.
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Today Lena and I made our first trip to Tybee Island this spring. I’m so glad we’re entering beach season because I know our weekends will be less boring, but how do you suppose I convince the weather to be “spring-like” during the workweek?
Let’s do some quality comparison.
When I was on the phone with my mom earlier today, I heard the rundown on Minnesota’s latest blizzard. I believe she said something about 18 inches: a snowfall amount that’s staggering no matter what state a person inhabits. Has it done anything but snow up there this winter?
Today Lena and I opened all the windows in the house, cleaned out our cars in the driveway wearing short sleeves, and I went for a run. Thankfully, none of these events involved the words ice house, snowmobile or polar plunge.
