Snow Story!

OK, so we have been a little slack with the blog but no one can doubt our intentions. Which were of course to to dumb down our society by getting are friends and families to read some of our random thoughts. By the way, this is another writing by Bobby Blaschke.

Alright, at this moment i am listen to Incubus while i try to think of what story i should share with all three of you who are nice enough to read this.

I have decided to to share with you a very interesting story that occurred in the snow. I just added the title.

My first wintry wonderlandish story begins with a young man-child and a dream of greatness! There was finally a substantial down fall of snow in Tega Cay, South Carolina. This was a very rare occurrence and i knew that i had to make it memorable. As i stood in my front yard gazing out at the chilly blanket of frozen water droplets that had been precipitated from Heaven to mantle the gently rolling slopes of Tega Cay, my house caught me eye and perked my interest. I began to imagine the possibilities. What type of glorious epicness could I achieve by snow boarding off my roof? I got a ladder and a cheap plastic snowboard and then climbed up to the roof via the ladder. That was step one of my genius plan. Step two was a little more difficult. Apparently climbing up the slant of my roof is hard. Its even harder when it is covered in snow. My first attempt consisted of me standing up, trying to take a step, planting my face into the snowy roof, sliding off the roof, and fortunately landing on the ladder. It was at about at that point that i had a moment of revelation. "If I slide that easily on my face.......then........ Im going probably going fast enough on the snowboard to jump and try a grab trick!" that is really what I thought about. My second attempt at step two was a success. I army crawled up the roof so fast that i someone was to walk by, they would have assumed that i was special forces! That of course is completely untrue. It took me about five minutes to go a distance of about 30 feet. Once i was seated on the apex of the roof i remember that my house is only one story in the front but is more like three stories off the backside. So with the fear of falling off the back of the house being used as courage to go off the front, I took off! I went so fast that the 30 feet that i had, ended up feeling more like ten feet so didnt really have much time to prepare for my leap into legendary status. However the one thing i did have time to do was to realize that i had gone down the part of the house where there is about an 8 foot high bush. Well the whole thing really didnt go in the direction that i had envisioned it. My cheap plastic snowboard went nose first into the top of the bush, which in turn, sent me falling face first into the ground. As i lay there with my face still in the snow because i figured it would help with the swelling, I finally figured out the value of trimming your bushes.