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The fever

Today The Sticky Egg dedicates this space to its mighty alma mater, the University of Kentucky Wildcats, the first team to earn a spot in the Sweet Sixteen of the 2011 NCAA Men’s Basketball Tournament!

GO CATS!

It’s also the first day of Spring, and I can’t help but notice — everything is coming up blue!

But that’s March Madness for you.

Gotta love it.

Look, up in the sky

With all the talk about the weather — you did hear about the snow, right? — a new meteorological phenomenon has become the hot topic on both cable news and the Internet.

It’s called thunder snow, a rare kind of thunderstorm where snow is falling –  instead of the usual rain — accompanied by thunder and lightning.  You don’t see it very often, but it’s more common with lake effect snow in the Great Lakes Region.

The Weather Channel’s Jim Cantore was an on-air ‘victim’ of thunder snow recently in Chicago, and the footage of his very entertaining reaction has gone viral.

That Jim.

Personally, I’ve been having more fun with the term ‘thunder snow;’ I’m sure it’s been trending on Twitter.  I believe thunder snow has the potential to go beyond the world of weather and find a unique place in pop culture.

Having a baby?
Thunder Snow would be a cool, androgynous name…and people might assume your child’s parents are movie stars.  (Who else would choose something so nonsensical?)

Starting a band?
Thunder Snow evokes ethnic imagery and a rock sound.  Plus, ‘snow’ is inherently cool (or illegal, depending on how you choose to interpret it).

Creating a new brand?
Thunder Snow could appeal to a large demographic and is appropriate for apparel, sporting goods, furniture — even beer.

Plus, if you’ve got enough money in your marketing budget, Jim Cantore would be a heck of spokesperson.

Holy smokes!

Snow days

By the time many of you read this, I will be back home in New York City.*

Yes, I was one of the thousands stranded by Snowmageddon 2010.

In my case, I was snowed out of NYC; my flight home Monday was canceled and today — four days later — is my first opportunity to wing my way back home.

It’s my longest layover to date.

But I was one of the lucky ones.  I didn’t sit in an airport for days, waiting for the next available flight.  I didn’t have to bed down in some cheap airport hotel and watch snowy basic cable.  I didn’t even go to the airport the day my flight was nixed.

I simply kept on driving and started Christmas Vacation Part Deux.

Thanks to my sister Lou and brother-in-law Chuck, I was able to hitch a ride to Kansas City and spend a few days visiting my old stomping grounds.

I ate at favorite restaurants.  Did some shopping.  Saw some movies.  In other words, I wasn’t productive at all. No office organization, tax preparation, or housecleaning could be completed from afar.  Instead, I took a real vacation following the hustle-and-bustle of my initial trip home for Christmas.

On Facebook, I reported this turn of events as ‘making lemonade.’  While some mistook this as new code for ‘using the bathroom,’ I was turning a trip FAIL into a big trip bonus.

As usual, the fates knew what I really needed.  See?  There can be a silver lining to the wollop of  Snowmageddon 2010!

Now, to tackle mailmageddon waiting for me at home…

* It is sleeting/snowing this morning in Kansas City.  Crossed fingers…

Free willy

Snowmageddon has inspired mayhem across the country, much of it expected.

Closed streets.  No school.  Travel delays.  Grouchy neighbors.  Dogs in coats and booties.

But in Lafayette, Indiana, snowfall there inspired a local sculptor to create a different kind of snowman — or rather, to focus in on a particular, male-specific part of the snowman’s anatomy — and enlarge it for all to see.

That’s right. There be snow penises in Lafayette — two, to be exact.

Neighbors were outraged.  Children scarred for life.  A nearby news station even gave the matter some very pointed attention.

But the local police?  They laughed when they saw the snow genitalia and drove away.

Of course, once they realized how mad everyone was — and that they actually had jurisdiction (heh) — they returned and promptly destroyed the artistic salute to yellow snow.

Pricks.

Flip flop

Oh, what a difference a day makes!

Was it just yesterday I was waxing nostalgic about the unexpected White Christmas in Kentucky?

Today I’m checking The Weather Channel and airline websites for updates on the blizzard that is predicted to dump up to 16 inches of snow on New York City today and Monday.

Well…that should make the trip home more interesting.

So as my warm feelings toward the white stuff turn increasingly frigid, I find particular giggles and grins in this video of a snowman getting a bit of a jolt (probably from a bitter traveler who was stuck in an airport for a few days due to weather-related delays).

Enjoy…and safe travels everybody!

See a penny

It’s been raining for what seems like forever here in Boston, and during a quick trip to CVS, I saw three girls debating the purchase of a rain slicker vs. a new umbrella.

One felt the slickers ‘had no style.’  (Good point.)  So she picked up one of the more brightly colored umbrellas and began to open it in the store.

Her friends practically threw her to the ground.

“Don’t you know it’s bad luck to open an umbrella inside a building?” one said in horror.  “Are you trying to ruin our lives?”

I smiled, as did several other people standing in line at the register.  I’m sure many found this superstition childish.

But as someone who has had a penny tails-up on her dining room floor for a couple of months now — who has mopped and swept around it because it’s bad luck to pick it up — my smile was more in understanding.

I treat superstitions with respect.  I’m that person you see going out of her way to avoid walking under a ladder.  I always throw salt over my left shoulder if I knock over a shaker (so beware if you’re in that direction).  I have broken a mirror and gone into a serious funk, convinced my next seven years are toast.

Even though I know superstitions like these are silly, I just can’t seem to tempt the fates and ignore them. Like the girls in the store, I think my future is worth a public spectacle or two.

Or, at least, that’s my excuse.

Sweet vs salty

By mid-morning, Facebook was filled with status updates about ice cream.

Heck — it’s summer.  It’s hot.  Ice cream always sounds good. And since today is National Ice Cream Day, I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that everyone is focused on this cold, creamy delight.

But did you know that today is also National Caviar Day?

Yep.  That salty, fishy, icky treat of the upper class has its national holiday on the same day.  But so far, I haven’t seen any Facebook status updates celebrating caviar.

Fishy.

I certainly think my friends are upper class.  But perhaps, like me, the thought of eating fish eggs on a cracker doesn’t have the same appeal…especially when the really good stuff — Beluga caviar — cost $150 an ounce.

I can buy an awful lot of ice cream for that amount of money. And a hot dog…and a hamburger…and a movie ticket…and a cab ride home.

I think we have a winner.

Happy National Ice Cream Day!

Hot ticket

I love movies, but this past weekend, the box office numbers were the best show in town.

“Despicable Me” was the number one movie, pulling in an incredible $60 million dollars.  Now, granted, it is an animated feature, and it was shown in 3D on some screens which jacks up the ticket price.  But I don’t think Universal promoted that movie very heavily, other than mentioning Steve Carell provided a voice, and showing us the yellow, roundish critters that are in it. As much as I am in the theater to see trailers, I have no idea what the movie is about.

Apparently, it doesn’t matter.  Here’s what I think did.

It was hot this weekend.  H-O-T hot.  And unless your movie theater suffered a power outage, it was comfortably air conditioned and soothingly dark inside.

“Despicable Me” was the one film that opened last weekend that was suitable for every member of the family.  So parents brought the whole gang and enjoyed the coolness, whether the story about the little yellow men was their cup of tea or not.

Just a theory.  You can challenge it.

Of course, lots of other people went to the movies, too.  “Eclipse” in its second week — with its more ‘specialized’ audience — still pulled in another $32 million.  “Predators” managed $25 million after being gutted in the reviews.  “Toy Story 3″ in its fourth week added another $21 million to its coffers, and “The Last Airbender” and “Grownups” pulled in $16 million each.

Everyone stayed inside and caught a show, my friends.

‘Cause it was hot…

H-O-T.

Rainy days

It’s raining, so I must be flying somewhere.

That a bit whiny, I know.

I’ve never been one to mind the rain or let the rain affect my mood.  In fact, I’ve always liked rainy days.  Rory sleeps in a bit longer, and he doesn’t like to walk in the rain like a Golden Retriever or Lab might.  That gives me some extra time in the morning that I don’t normally have to get things done.

It’s a win-win.

But on travel days, rain just kinda mucks up the works.

It’s harder to hail a cab…’cause even the locals don’t want to walk on rainy days.  When I get to the airport, it’s filled with other slightly damp, even-more-rushed-than-usual people trying to get through security to their gate.

And once they are through?

Well, they’ll probably sit and wait because the rain will more often than not delay their flight.  And then they’re grouchy and mouthy with the poor gate agents.  It’s not pretty to watch.

Man, this is a fun blog entry. Clearly, the rain doesn’t affect my mood at all…except maybe on travel days.

Come on, sun!

Dreary derby

The 136th Kentucky Derby may be a washout this weekend.

During “Wake Up with Al” this morning, all the meteorologists were gleefully predicting — because let’s face it, bad weather is their favorite thing –  heavy thunderstorms for the annual Run for the Roses on Saturday.

It’s not the end of the world.  Some horses run even better in the mud and rain.  And the people in the good seats will be protected from the weather.

It’s the folks in the infield who will truly suffer.

That’s where I was supposed to be watching the Derby in 1989…but I got the flu and ended up watching the race from my couch.

I was living in Lexington, Kentucky at the time and working at the NBC affiliate station there.  A big group of us, including my boyfriend who was a reporter at the station, were going to the Derby.

Although I lived most of my life in Kentucky, it was going to be my first trip to the big race, so I was pretty excited.  And then I was felled by the flu.

You’d think my boyfriend might have offered to stay home with me, but no — he didn’t even pretend that the thought had crossed his mind.  He wished me well and told me he’d wave at the camera.

Bum.

But the weather was on my side that year.  It was one of the coldest Derby’s on record.  It actually sleeted that afternoon and snowed on Sunday.

My thoughtless boyfriend and the rest of the gang from the station froze their butts off in the infield at Churchill Downs, while I watched, all cozy and congested, under a blanket on my couch.

What a great day!