Longing for Summer

I am feeling so desperate for summer that I am almost ready to resort to this:

Wish My Bed Was Already Made

The thing is, at least once a week I find myself stuck right in the middle of a Morrissey song. And this week, "Everyday is like Sunday, everyday is silent and grey". It just all seems to pile up and explode on Mondays. Oh my gosh my eye just started twitching, a sure sign that I am seriously stressed. The good part of all this is that on Tuesday, after I have gotten 8 hours of sleep and chilled out just a little bit, I will realize that I was freaking out for no reason at all. All of a sudden everything will be calm again, the sun will shine, and I won’t remember why it was that Monday turned out to be total shit or the reason why I wore a hat all day that said 'Vile'. I won’t remember why I was upset at all. But for right now, it’s completely obvious. And so I am going to put on my headphones (and hope that I don’t accidently sing out loud) and blast me some Manic Monday.
Hope everyone elses day is running a little smoother!

The News

Sitting at my desk this morning, I gazed out the window and watched the earth being covered with zillions of huge fluffy snowflakes, when it occurred to me: I don’t believe the weather should be allowed on the news. Here is why: Because the weather is 50% Science and 50% prediction. It’s not 100% fact. And the truth is when the weather man is wrong, (as he was last night in telling me that we would have rain until the commute home and only then would it start snowing) I feel within me the grumbling roar of resentment. I don’t mean to resent him. I sat here, solemnly looking out the window and thinking of Damon Yahney who actually did not give me the muffed up forecast last night, but who’s face I associate with ‘All’ weathermen, and I began to feel the fire of that old familiar resentment. Whyyyyy WHY can’t ‘he’ just predict the weather correctly just once in a while? I could have told you last night that by morning the ground would be blanketed in snow because you know why?????? Yeah, I went outside and there was that weird calm in the air, the sky was mixed with grays and whites and the clouds seemed closer than normal. I could smell it. I could see it. I could feel it in the wind. And yet when I checked my weather anticipating them to tell me “The snow will here when you wake” I instead went against my better judgment and believed them when they said instead that it would not snow until tonight. 6” later….. Now you may be asking “What was the consequence she suffered for listening and believing them last night?” and my answer is; there was none. It just further lessoned my belief, my hope, that weather can be guessed correctly.

A lot about nothing really

Okay let us just talk a moment about the 4” layer of ice that was my car this morning! It took not 15, not 20, not even 30 minutes to scrape my way to the inner surface…but ONE Friggen hour! And that is what happens when it rains and snows at the same time in Utah. The doors were frozen shut so I couldn’t even get in to turn the car on. Were I able to enter the car then I could have started the great dethaw (Is that even a word or just Utah slang? I guess it would be easier to just say “thaw” as opposed to “dethaw” wouldn’t dethaw mean to re-freeze?) From the inside, while I worked relentlessly on the outside. I’m pretty sure I have frost bite on my lobes and thumbs.

Politics: Ohhhh politics. I am so tired of the endless bantering. I am very grateful that I live in a country where I can stay informed (or mostly informed depending on the lie) on all levels. However, it’s the constant bickering and bitching that finally makes you turn off the TV in disgust right? To be shamefully honest I was sort of looking forward to a democrat being in office so they would just shut up and quit all that complaining, and now the Republicans have started up. NO ONE CAN EVER DO ANYTHING RIGHT IN THIS COUNTRY. Unless you land a plane on the Hudson, but I don’t even know how to fly and most of my party members don’t know how either. (Please don’t leave me comments about how the ‘process’ of freedom works…I get it. I just get tired of all the fighting even though I am blessed to have it.)
Love: It’s almost Valentine’s day…again. Why are we always celebrating this holiday? I swear it comes along 4 times a year. Beth and I went to Wal-Mart the other night and happened upon the ‘Valentine Isle’. What a fluffy overkill of a holiday. So commercialized and ridiculous. Okay I am fully lying about my feelings and the V Day. I love it! I wish someone would give me some chocolates and flowers and even some of that fluff, perhaps in the shape of a teddy bear! Please leave me comments about your Valentine’s Day plans so that I can live vicariously through you!
Annie: Yesterday morning I rolled over to this: And I couldn’t help myself; I had to get a picture. She is so “friggen fabulous”. (Stolen quote from Clinton Kelly.)
Other things: I cut my hair off. Well, not OFF, I mean it still hits my shoulders, but I think they took like 6 inches or so. I was really liking it until today. I think that I thought that if I cut my hair then magic would happen I would suddenly look 20 pounds lighter. That didn’t happen. However, it only took me 5 minutes to do my hair today, so full on bonus!

Huh

This will at the very least...make you smile.

Nanny? Taxes? Cheating?

Ewwww, scandal perhaps? I actually am feeling kind of sorry for Caroline Kennedy today. I think there is no mystery here. I think that she knew she was not going to be picked (perhaps because she is unable to even answer a question in real sentence form, “you know what I mean”) and to save face she ran away from a responsibility that she really never wanted. Any who…that’s my take. I honestly can’t believe that she would try to fill this seat anyway. Just because your Dad was a president doesn’t mean that you are obligated to work in politics. I mean...you are still American Royalty. No one can take that from you girlfriend! Oh where is John-John when we need him, when she needs him? He never wanted anything to do with politics. God he was hot.

My Current Craft

Okay, I know it has all been said before, but if you have never used a crocheted washrag, you have never experienced true cleaning satisfaction. I have been making these all week. I think I am making them to dwarf my lack of patience at buying a house. It makes me feel like even though I have not yet bought a house, I will one day, and when I do I will place my fabulous little washrags in their proper drawer. Anyway, while I am at it, if you don’t have one of these, let me know and I will make you one because you are my loved ones and you should not have to clean your kitchen again without having this fabulousness.