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fucking sick of this shitin the spirit of the tiny rant: um, eighTEEEN inches of snow is coming tomorrow. every time it snows and i walk to work in my doc gibsons i think, well it HAS to be the last storm of the season. i mean, how many times can we get hit? i look at the long term forecast and see the warming trend and think aahhhh ..... spring is coming... surely this last time was the last time this season. don't get me wrong. i love hot chocolate. and pancakes. and my kid getting so excited about a day off from school that she takes video of the snow falling. sled riding. and old houses with radiant heat and the cool smell that gives off. i am not a fan, however, of falling on my ass on icy sidewalks, landing with my metal water bottle jabbing into my back, breaking my lunch container, heating up the car to drive the kid to school, taking the dog for a shit in 15 degree weather, salt in my shoes, sludgy dirt tracked into the house, getting no sunlight, businesses closing, runs on bread and milk like it's goddamn 1940 and snowfall means a halt to the fucking food supply, having to work even when my kid is home, shoveling, having to wear like 7 layers of clothes to tolerate being outside. i do love winter, but i am sick of this shit. i want a day off to sit home and enjoy it, not have to bust my ass to get through it. pfft. __________________
"You're on a first name basis with lucidity, my friend. I have to call him Mr Lucidity, and that's no good in a pinch."
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Last night I was bitching to
Last night I was bitching to baby's Daddy about how tired I am of being "chilly". I will never again complain that the high is *only* going to be 47 today. That's gotta be positively toasty to you. Thanks for the slap of reality
Counting fucking blessings now...
hear that assloada snow shit
my god. we have *at least* 4 feet just chillin here. it melts slightly in the day and then freezes into big mounds and chunks of heinous, shovel destroying ice and then it snows more, and the new snow melts and freezes and destroys shovels; and the bottom of my pants are always wet and my feet are always cold and my (almost) two year old is fast and sneaky and streaks outta the front door in a t-shirt and a diaper in 6 degree weather and i am .sick. of layers.
anyway.
i hear you.
kl
mine did that too
i would like to be a bear and just laze around in a state of half-sleep until it's 40 degrees. that i would like.
"You're on a first name basis with lucidity, my friend. I have to call him Mr Lucidity, and that's no good in a pinch."
come out
hearing you; winter blues are settling in like WHOA
you're in NJ, right? you guys got hit with that mega storm this last weekend... we got NOTHING up here in NH. i checked out the farmer's almanac in like november and saw that the new england weather sitch was calling for frigid temps and not too much snow, and that is the *perfect* descrition of this winter. it was below zero for a couple weeks straight and for another few weeks it didn't get out of the tens or teens. the info right now is saying we could get 12-18 n weds, and i can't complain because at least if it's cold enought to snow i know it must be warm enough that my eyelids won't freeze to my fucking 'balls.
HATE the cold. snow i can handle, sub-zero temps make me want to scratch my frigging face off. i think the last time it snowed in southern NH was like a month ago. winter is always kind of cute ands romantic until like christmas and then it's like "WHY THE FUCK DO I LIVE HERE?!"
yet i don't leave.
tonight i was bored and looked through some pics from the summer, and this one hits me so hard with a longing for spring and summer that i can almost feel the sand cutting the fuck out of my shoulders as i rub in some sunblock:
and this next one makes me hopeful for an END to this cold and ice because it was taken in april of last year on a NH beach:
sorry for the hijack, i just figgered you might want to see a bitof what helps me get throught these hell-on-earth northeast winters. we're supposed to get 15-18 on wednesday, which i'm assuming is what you're referring to? i'll be spending that day trying to ignore how utterly depressing it is right now, and i'm hoping you can do the same, filthy.
we're almost done with this horseshit, *almost*.
love and warm hugs, bitch.
yeah that's what i'm referring to
now it's two feet or more. and the landlord says we are supposed to shovel ourselves. right. i'll just stay home till it melts. or walk on top of it when it freezes, is more like it. ass.
i love those pictures. i have some similar pics of my daughter when she was three, on a jersey beach in early april exploring the sand and artifacts therein. i love the beach in the spring.
but at least it's the last storm.
"You're on a first name basis with lucidity, my friend. I have to call him Mr Lucidity, and that's no good in a pinch."
come out