It has been some time since I blogged and I was stumped by the change over needed to post. But eventually I figured it out.

Yesterday I was coming home after a particularly rotten day at the office. For the most part my job is pretty good--but some days, it seems like all lunatics have been set loose upon me. So I'm in my car, doing that after work wind down, half vegetating in semi- auto pilot, sitting in what passes for rush hour traffic in Cleveland and there on the horizon is something that immediately lifted me out of my funk. Yes, coming toward me in the sub-artic weather was the dream vehicle of the Mastandrea clan--The weiner mobile. I was mesmorized for I had never seen it in its true glory, and there it was driving down a busy city street. I was awed by the site of it yet perplexed by its appearance in the dead of winter. I wanted to follow it, but I was cutting it close as it was getting the boys, so I had to allow it to escape. Next time I will follow...

Today the weather finally reached about 20 and the boys could get outside. I took them to a sled hill by the house and they had a blast. Someone had built some moguls and the boys would hit them and catch some air screaming like maniacs. Besides us there was one other person on the hill. It was this guy that was between 40 and 50. He had a super long plastic sled--and he was by himself. He had put foam on the sled to make it more comfortable. I found this slightly odd--but no odder than the plastic kmart bag he had wrapped around his head. (That he later explained he put over his hat so the powder didnt build up on his hat) What I found truly insane was that he was like making a luge like path for his sled. He had a broken piece of plastic that he was taking and carving into the snow and building up areas then leveling it out and he was dead serious about it. He was a pleasant enough guy--but there was just something totally surreal about a 50 year old man taking sledding that serious. It was a good time though and the boys want to go back.