You'd think I couldn't possibly write about my damn igloo kit *again*. It seems like every single time I use it to make an igloo, I must obsessively take pictures (maybe that's why it takes so long?). So, I'm not going to write about the process again. No, this time, I shall tell 
you what made *this* time remarkable. In list form. Because I am lazy.
1. New location! This time, at May's place, in Deep River. Where there actually was snow. And where May hosted an open house, to which you may have been invited, and you didn't go. I bet you regret it now!
2. Three new building companions: May, Kevin and Jim. All of whom are better at every other winter activity than I am! Thus, I picked the one activity I was sure to be the most skilled at!
3. One of those building companions was Jim. And Jim has been vocally sceptical of the igloo kit for years. I suspect he does it just to annoy me. I also suspect I rise to the occasion and take his bait just to annoy him. And it's occurred to me that we both actually annoy the mutual annoying.
4. Three companions means four people. Two person job. Supervising! Better yet, supervising Jim! Which is better than stuffing a kitten into a Nalgene bottle. Not that I've tried that, ever. But you should know, it's not been two weeks since one of my brothers asked my sister if he could borrow her wide-mouth nalgene. I'm just saying.
5. One of the builders actually excited about sleeping in it even though there was a warm bed nearby. May has that sort of attitude. She also got the hang of packing the snow the best: gently! The first time I tried building one of these, my building companion put his foot in the form to "pack" the snow.
6. End of Christmas holidays. Meaning, too full to want to do anything aerobic, and not in the mood to have three people give me tips on how to pretend not to suck as badly as I do at skiing. Ergo igloo building!
All right? All right. That concludes the Deep River Igloo Building Road Trip portion of the entry. Because, I'm sure, if I told you about the world's greatest French toast breakfast, the Chinese dinner feast (not a carton in sight), the pasta dinner, the multiple bottles of wine, the Mexican hot chocolate, the sauna in the basement and subsequent rolling in the snow and all the bacon we ate, you'd think we never left May's property at all! And you would be right! (at least, Kevin and I didn't. Jim stayed longer. And Kevin is heading back to make it up with some indubitably hard-core skiing. Thus, ok, fine, I'm the sloth of this group. News to no-one. And this is why I should have stopped talking about the road trip when I said I was going to!
So, Happy New Year! Here's my advice for the coming year: if Kevin offers to cook, say yes. If you're going to May's house, ask her about the sauna (the first time I went there, she did not tell me about it! Thus I got no sauna!). If you see Jim, be sure to contradict him! Because it's fun!
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Ok then. Here's the thing: I'm a bit bored. Not with this here little blog, but with the (lack of) content! I need adventures! Preferably short ones, 'cause I kind of already booked all my free chunks of time for this year. Yes yes, those *are* adventures, but they're *far away*. I need adventures *now*. Because otherwise, I will do what all those other people with blogs do when they have nothing to say: they ask themselves questions that nobody wants to know the answers to, and call it a "meme", and make like "well, I wouldn't be telling you this, *but*, you know, it's a *meme*, I *have* to", because, I'm sure, the world is just *dying* to know what books I read this year and what I got that I wanted and didn't get that I wanted and all sorts of other stuff to be filed under belly button lint. Or I could endlessly troll the "blogosphere" (my nomination for banned words, by the way) and find things that are vaguely related to things I write about and "blogroll" (that's next on the list of the banned words) them. Or better yet, contact them, and see if we can get a "blog carnival" going. And then? then we'd be bogged down in hopeless ennui, and pretty soon I'd have to get a puppy or post some of the many pictures of admittedly cute cats that are nevertheless in the "nobody gives a shit" category. You know what blogging about blogging is called? Meta-blogging! And you know what that is? Stupid.
(Can you tell I just had some time off, and spent far too much time surfing the web? Yeah.)
(and all this ranting aside, I did find two new to me blogs that I'm tentatively reading, so you could go here or here and check it out. I'm cheap with links, and this is only the second and third time I've ever linked anything with a "typepad" or "blogspot" type home.)