What I would like you to notice is the current temperature my lovely widget is displaying.

My first Blizzard

Over the weekend when I had time to do what I wanted it looked like this. Now that it is Monday and I have spent all day in class and am now stuck in the cave that is the lab people have continually come down just to point out how lovely it is outside.

Cleveland Rocks (although it is very, very cold)

After a long very busy week Mark and I are relaxing in Cleveland with Adam and Kendra this Presidents Day weekend. Pictures coming soon.

Fine. I'll be lazy today.

Some force in the universe does not want me to be healthy today. When I went to get a water out of the vending machine it refused to let me have one, or a diet coke, an it most definitely did not want me to have my change back so it gave a a Pepsi.

Then tonight as Mark and I were getting ready to head over to the Suite's rec room we both heard the light clinking of sleet hitting the house.





Look how cold and lonely the poor jeep looks. Ugh. Winter.

In which elaborate on my disdain for winter. Again.

It is freezing here. It is so cold you can smell it. Ugh. It makes me gag just thinking about it. I hate, hate, hate the cold. If it weren't for the cold winter wouldn't be so bad.

During these unforgiving months of despair Mark and I have three layers of blankets on our bed. 1. Down Comforter 2. Heated Blanket 3. A lovely quilt I bought at TJ Max for $30 that I so badly want to take a picture of in gorgeous sun light. However. The lack of natural light in this house prevents me from finding the perfect spot of sun floating in through the window ... and I am not going to go out side right now so don't suggest it.

Back to the three layers. Yes. We need all of those three layers. Know how I know? Because Mark agrees that we need those three layers. Mr "I like how cold smells". The heated blanket we only turn on about 20 minutes before we know we are going to get in bed, and then we are satisfactorily warm I turn it off and hopefully pass out from the Advil PM I have just taken.

Last night I thought I had turned the blanket on, but when I shoved my legs under the covers it felt like I had stuck them in a sub-zero black hole, again my gag reflex was tested. Tonight I forgot to turn it on.... which is why I wrote this post. I think it should be warm and ready by now. Night.

One more thing that could possible make me not hate winter so much.

If I was a boy I would want this.... wait strike that. I want this, if I was a boy I would have it.

The Wallet Ice Scraper

Getting ready to go out conversations

"I bet it's warm out today!"

"It is twenty-four degrees."

"Warm is relative."

"Twenty-four degrees will never, ever. EVER. Be warm to me."

Two romance novels read this weekend already.

I hate the winter.

I always tell myself this year will be different as January approaches. It never is. I no longer want to leave the house and am content with being huddled up on the sofa reading one trashy romance novel after another.

The nasty cold always makes me wish we lived farther south. I don't know where exactly I would like to relocate. A small town where everyone knows each other. Where we could find a perfect little house. Something that has been there forever with shutters and a front porch I could hang ferns on. We could put a porch swing up. It would have hardwood floors and book shelves built in to the corners. A place where it would be comfortable to walk around in jeans and a sweater in the middle of winter. Somewhere that is close to the beach and we could head there after work for a couple hours. Maybe even close enough that we could ride our bikes.

I can't help but think winter would be more bearable in a place like that.

Number Sixty Three

I always forget about this picture, but for some reason Mark really likes it and every once in a while reminds me of it. I am not sure it helps to look back on the sunny days of summer or just makes the gray days of November seem even more unbearable.





It was the sixty third picture I ever took on my D80.