From: Tara
It's just too cold to be creative today, so I thought that instead of a new blog, I'd ressurect an old one that I had originally posted on MySpace. It was around this time last year, and so it still holds true. So while the words were written a year ago, please believe me when I say that every bit of it still true. The only difference is that today it is hovering around 18 degrees, so it's not quite as cold as in this blog, but still freakin' freezing.
Um...It's cold here.
Yep. That's it. Before, I've always been able to say "It's a different kind of cold" or "It's really not that bad if you bundle up." Nope. Now, it's just cold here. It's involuntarily cursing cold. You can't help but spew expletives the moment you step outside. My favorites include Son of a ***** it's cold, and F*** it's cold! My absolute favorite of Brandon's is when he looks at me and says "It's cold out here!" A million sarcastic remarks fly into my brain, but they freeze before they can come out of my mouth.
Another intresting fact: When snow flies into your mouth, it is NOT a pleasant sensation. So you breathe through your nose, and can feel the flakes going up there too. Yet another thing that Hollywood has mislead the public about. It is not at ALL romantic to catch snow in your mouth. Trust me.
Right now the temperture is -9. Last night it was 0. And my thought patterns were, if the temperture is 0, wouldn't that mean there is no temperture? And if there is no temperture, then there is no weather, and it's actually the end of the world? All I know is that when Bruno goes outside to pee, he disappears. Last night, he followed the wall of the apartment and managed to return and this morning he is refusing to go outside. I don't speak dog, but I'm pretty sure when I put his leash on first thing this morning, he told me "No thanks, I'll hold it." I had swept him a little path to the bathroom spot and thought it very ungrateful when he just stared at me from inside the doorway.
And it's still snowing here. We are so close to Lake Michigan that we get what's called Lake Effect Snow. For those of you who might not know what that is, it's when it snows and snows and snows and snows and never ever stops.
It's truly unbelievable in so many ways. It's unbelievable that I'm here looking at this. Watching the snow fall last night was very similar to watching a fire burn in a fireplace. You can't help but stare at it, it's simple beauty mesmorizes you. When the sun peeks out, it's so bright you have to wear sunglasses when you drive or walk around. Even now, still all I can do is stare. Snow makes everything beautiful. Ugly cars, worn out houses, dead trees. All are beautiful when covered with snow. So maybe snow is nature's plastic surgeon?
And now to address the inevitable comments before I close. Yes, we chose to move up here. Yes we wanted to come here. Yes we miss the weather back home. Yes we are crazy for being here. And yes, it is in fact cold enough for us here.
PS. I saw a guy jogging yesterday afternoon when I was walking Bruno. Talk about dedication. I don't think I'll ever want to be so fit that I will jog when you can hold up one hand and say the temperture is this many.
It's just too cold to be creative today, so I thought that instead of a new blog, I'd ressurect an old one that I had originally posted on MySpace. It was around this time last year, and so it still holds true. So while the words were written a year ago, please believe me when I say that every bit of it still true. The only difference is that today it is hovering around 18 degrees, so it's not quite as cold as in this blog, but still freakin' freezing.
Um...It's cold here.
Yep. That's it. Before, I've always been able to say "It's a different kind of cold" or "It's really not that bad if you bundle up." Nope. Now, it's just cold here. It's involuntarily cursing cold. You can't help but spew expletives the moment you step outside. My favorites include Son of a ***** it's cold, and F*** it's cold! My absolute favorite of Brandon's is when he looks at me and says "It's cold out here!" A million sarcastic remarks fly into my brain, but they freeze before they can come out of my mouth.
Another intresting fact: When snow flies into your mouth, it is NOT a pleasant sensation. So you breathe through your nose, and can feel the flakes going up there too. Yet another thing that Hollywood has mislead the public about. It is not at ALL romantic to catch snow in your mouth. Trust me.
Right now the temperture is -9. Last night it was 0. And my thought patterns were, if the temperture is 0, wouldn't that mean there is no temperture? And if there is no temperture, then there is no weather, and it's actually the end of the world? All I know is that when Bruno goes outside to pee, he disappears. Last night, he followed the wall of the apartment and managed to return and this morning he is refusing to go outside. I don't speak dog, but I'm pretty sure when I put his leash on first thing this morning, he told me "No thanks, I'll hold it." I had swept him a little path to the bathroom spot and thought it very ungrateful when he just stared at me from inside the doorway.
And it's still snowing here. We are so close to Lake Michigan that we get what's called Lake Effect Snow. For those of you who might not know what that is, it's when it snows and snows and snows and snows and never ever stops.
It's truly unbelievable in so many ways. It's unbelievable that I'm here looking at this. Watching the snow fall last night was very similar to watching a fire burn in a fireplace. You can't help but stare at it, it's simple beauty mesmorizes you. When the sun peeks out, it's so bright you have to wear sunglasses when you drive or walk around. Even now, still all I can do is stare. Snow makes everything beautiful. Ugly cars, worn out houses, dead trees. All are beautiful when covered with snow. So maybe snow is nature's plastic surgeon?
And now to address the inevitable comments before I close. Yes, we chose to move up here. Yes we wanted to come here. Yes we miss the weather back home. Yes we are crazy for being here. And yes, it is in fact cold enough for us here.
PS. I saw a guy jogging yesterday afternoon when I was walking Bruno. Talk about dedication. I don't think I'll ever want to be so fit that I will jog when you can hold up one hand and say the temperture is this many.
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I loved this blog when you first posted it and I still LOL at several parts. This one's a classic!