Is there any night of the year with more pressure to do something "cool" than New Year's Eve? As far as pressure filled holidays go, I think it goes something like this:
1. New Year's Eve
1. Valentine's Day
(Yeah, I know they're both 1.)
It seems like all anyone is talking about lately is New Year's Eve plans. Several friends of mine are throwing little parties but secretly I am just in the mood to stay at home and watch a movie with a few people. Is that so wrong!?
I'm all hyped up with New Year's pressure today. Someone did something that ticked me off earlier today and I found myself thinking, "I can't believe he did that on New Year's Eve." What? Why!? It's not like it's my birthday. I need to just calm down. This day is clearly making me more sensitive than I need to be.
And I don't even want to talk about the pressure to kiss someone at midnight.
So I won't. Moving on... do you feel pressure to do something awesome tonight? Do you feel like a loser if you don't?
I'm excited about the new year. I just wish we didn't have to pass through New Year's eve (pressure) to get there. That having been said, I hope you all have a fun one - in whatever way is fun for you! No pressure! Do whatever you want to do! It's ok with me if you just stay home! Go to bed at 10:00 for all I care! (Actually, don't do that. Stay up till midnight. It's the one rule I enforce.)
I have almost never been a fan of New Year's Eve (there were a few years there where I sort of enjoyed it). There's so much anticipation for it - it's too much. One night can never live up to that kind of anticipation. And in my experience, no matter how fun the party, people start looking kinda bored around 11:00, and at 12:05 start grabbing their coats. Then you have to drive home with a bunch of drunk drivers on the road through a snow storm (if you live in Michigan).
Here's a nice story so this post doesn't make you all grouchy and punchy and stuff: a couple years ago, I had a great New Year's Eve. Why? Because I went out of town with my sister and we went to a town where we know almost no one and just watched a local band play at a fun restaurant till midnight. No expectations = best New Year's ever.
Gripe #2: New Year's Resolutions
This is the first time in my adult life that I've been pessimistic about making them. I've heard people complain about them and how they don't work for years and I've always thought it was worth it anyway. This year however... this year I have doubts. But I'm still not a total pessimist. I just need some of you to tell me that at least one New Year's Resolution has worked for you. If you have ANY success story in this department, inspire me! Please?
I will almost surely make at least one New Year's Resolution because part of me can't help but be a bit optimistic. Still. I could use some encouragement in this department.
On a positive note, 2011 is gonna be awesome, right!? And on another positive note: I promise my next post is going to be cheerful. Sorry for being all gripey lately. Vacation boredom has taken its toll on me. (What a ridiculous statement!)
Why am I not good at vacations? It's day one of my week off and I'm bored. I'm sure some of you are thinking, "I have to work this week and now I have to listen to this spoiled brat complain about having a paid vacation?" To you I say this: skip this post. It'll only make you angry.
Truth is, if given the choice between having the day off or going to work, I would choose having the day off any day. But now, faced with hours and hours of unscheduled time, I find myself at a loss. What were all those things I wished I had more time to do? Without structure, I can no longer remember. It's the same feeling I get when I go into a Blockbuster video store without a goal in mind: "what movie do I want to rent? I have no idea. Everything looks so good. I'm confused... I guess I'll rent Air Bud III." Then I get home and think, "what happened?"
Today I slept in, baby-sat my nieces and nephew, shopped, cleaned, did laundry, showered (yes, in that order), and made dinner. Other things I've been doing to entertain myself:
I added the "ShopSavvy" ap, which allows you to scan the barcode of any product using your phone camera, then tells you where you can find that for the cheapest nearby. I scanned the crap out of everything I own to make sure I got the best deal possible, until I eventually got bored with it.
I got a Twitter account. Yes, a Twitter account. I was forced into it, really. Here's a link to my page. If you "follow" me, I will follow you too. As soon as I figure out how to do that.
After all that, I pronounced myself bored at 7:00 pm.
How ungrateful can one get!? I should be glad for the free time. And I am, I really am. I guess I just do better with structure. Today, however, is the only day this week that I have nothing social planned, so hopefully I'll feel more settled when I have somewhere to be. Well, I better wrap this up. It's 8:15 (pm) and I haven't done my hair yet.
What are your favorite things to do on vacation?
And heads up, any comments telling me to stop whining will be deleted. Love you!
It's the 11th, hour, I know. But it's still Christmas, so I'm not too late! Some of you may remember my Christmas letter from last year (in case you don't, here's a link). I had so much fun doing it last year, I figured I might as well do another one this year! It contains just a few of my 2010 highlights. It's been an awesome year!
Now stop ignoring your family and go back to the room they're all in! I'll do the same.
On Christmas day, my immediate family spends the morning together, exchanging gifts and having a big breakfast together. Then around 1:00 we head over to my aunt and uncle's house where all the extended family (who live near enough) gather together for the rest of the day.
When I was a kid up through my early 20's, we all exchanged gifts at my aunt and uncle's house. It was a fairly large group so most of the gifts were inexpensive. We took turns opening presents, either going youngest to oldest or oldest to youngest. My uncle, who is the youngest "grown up," and I, who am the oldest "kid" of the group were right in the middle so no matter which way we went, the two of us got the shaft.
One year he and I started trying to get everyone to agree to go "middle out," meaning that the gift opening would begin with us, then go older, younger, older, younger. We got our way one year but everyone got really confused with it and had no patience with us every year after that when we'd yell "MIDDLE OUT!" repeatedly as everyone was sitting down to open gifts.
So, in order to make gift opening more interesting for the rest of us, who had to wait forever for our turn, one year I decided it might be fun if everyone had an assigned emotional reaction that they had to act out with every gift they opened. In some weird twist of fate, many family members agreed with me that this would be fun. So on Thanksgiving those who decided to participate drew an emotion assignment out of a hat that they would use on Christmas. I recently found our list and these were the options:
I don't remember what I gifts I received that year, but I remember there was a lot of laughter as those participating acted out their assigned emotion with each gift they received. I think my favorite was "grossed out," which, unless you're receving the booty bank (see below), is not a usual reaction to opening a gift.
I wish I could say this became a tradition with us, but to be honest I guess it was just too weird. Or rather, unique. It was a moment in time that can't be repeated. It is one of my favorite Christmas memories.
And as long as we're on the subject of favorite Christmas memories, here is a picture of my grandma with some of her great-grandkids (and one of my uncles) at a family party we had today:
It happened so fast I barely realized what was happening. This is not a person I normally hug, and that's an understatement. So, here's what happened.
It was the end of the work day. As I was walking out, I said something like, "see you all tomorrow" to the few people still at their desks. My supervisor, who had just walked back in the room said, "actually, today is my last day before my vacation, so I won't see you until January." When I looked up at her, she looked really sad about something. Surely it wasn't the fact that she wouldn't see me for two weeks, though I'd understand if it was. But anyway, seeing her so sad and saying goodbye, a couple options ran through my head:
a. Say, "have a good break!" and leave. But that seemed heartless since she was obviously upset about something.
b. Hug her and say the same thing.
Before I could actually think through what to do, I hugged her. She accepted my hug like it was the most normal thing, but as I walked out, my head was spinning.
Hugging your boss is like calling your teacher "mom." I'm just glad she has two weeks to forget about the incident.
Please tell me something more embarrassing you've done so I can stop reliving this in my head.
Of all the junk mail I get, my favorite by far is the Harriet Carter catalogue. It's chock-full of oddities. Some of them useful, like the dachshund door draft stopper. But most are just.... weird. Here are three things I beg of you not to get me for Christmas this year.
The fanny bank: this bank actually makes "sounds" when you put money in it. If there is someone in your life who you truly hate, you may purchase it here.
Snowman toilet cover. This is just awkward. Honestly, it wouldn't feel right using this toilet. Think about it.
The knit dickey. Not only does it have a super embarrassing name but can you even imagine wearing this? You'd know you weren't really wearing a shirt under your blazer and unless you have that thing taped in there, I have no idea how it wouldn't ride up, revealing what it was meant to cover. The only person who can pull off a dickey is Cousin Eddie from Christmas Vacation. Am I right?
If there's something you don't want for Christmas, now's the time to put it out there. There's still time!
On Friday I was walking outside and I thought to myself, "It's not too cold today." I checked the temperature and it was 22 degrees. I didn't think it was that bad. I don't usually adjust till January. That is so sick and twisted.
the ice on my sunroof
I almost wore leopard print tights to church.
But then decided it might be too inappropriate. I did wear a leopard print scarf though, which is totally different, of course.
Scandalous? You decide.
I watched about 8 hours of karaoke.
The first four hours were at my work Christmas party, the rest were
with friends that night at a place that almost surely doubles as a Korean whorehouse.
(The evidence being the beds in the rented private rooms and the fact
Last night I went out with some friends to celebrate my friend Anna's birthday. The party started out at a restaurant, then we moved to a karaoke place where you rent rooms for private parties. We planned on having the cake there. While at the restaurant, however, we realized we didn't have anything to eat the cake with, or cut it, once we got to the karaoke place.
We asked the server for a few napkins and plastic forks which she happily gave us. But then my friend realized we still didn't have a knife to cut the cake. Next thing I knew, she grabbed a knife off the table and put it in her purse! Calm and cool as can be. Huh!?
Needless to say, my eyes bugged out - I was shocked! As you can see in this photo, she was already wearing gloves so as not to leave finger prints (I'm assuming).
Below is a picture of the birthday girl herself, holding the stolen knife to cut the cake:
Have you ever seen such a brazen act of theft? Not to worry though, we go to that restaurant a lot and I'll make sure she returns it next time we're there (lest you were about to call the police on us).
Have I mentioned it's cold? Don't worry, I'm not going to spend this whole post talking about it, but I had to share this with you. Yesterday I realized that with the temperatures being as low as they are, I should probably take my cans of diet rootbeer out of the back of my car before they explode. So when I got home from work, I opened the hatch to grab the case and found this:
Guess I was too late. Lesson learned: sub-zero temps = pop can death.
When the weather gets like this, I go into hibernation mode. I start wanting to stay inside, snuggle up under a blanket, eat comfort foods, and watch movies. Here are just a few of the movies I've watched in the past few weeks:
Persuasion (sooo good - makes me believe in love again)
Free Willy (which I *gulp* bought for $5 - don't hate!)
Castaway (breaks my heart every time Wilson drifts away. Why!? Why!?)
Ghostbusters II (not as good as Ghostbusters I, but Bill Murray is hilarious)
The Interpreter (didn't get it)
Christmas Vacation (one of my all time favorites!)
Elf ("not now, arctic puffin!")
All that and I have a Bill Murray double feature in the works for later this week. Winter is in full swing.
I have to admit though, that even though I'm enjoying curling up with some good movies, I'm already getting cabin fever and winter hasn't even officially started yet. To combat it, on Monday night I put on nearly every piece of clothing I own and went for a walk. There's something so nice about a winter night walk. And no, I'm not talking about the way the wind cuts through all the layers of clothing, or the weird way you have to step so as not to slip on the ice. Though my face was frozen by the time I got home, it was invigorating. And I felt like I'd beaten winter this round - or at least, held my ground.
Elizabeth: 1 (went outside for an extended period of time) Winter: 1 (rootbeer cans)
Usually winter kicks my butt, so I can live with a tie.
What are you being drawn to lately? And more importantly, when was the last time you saw Free Willy? I have it if you want to borrow it.
Yesterday it snowed all day. After church I walked out to the parking lot and found myself unable to get into my car. The wet snow and freezing winds had sealed all the doors shut. Luckily I was able to open one of the back doors and get my scraper out. There's nothing like scraping ice and snow off your car with the wind whipping all around you in high heels, lemme tell ya. But eventually I was able to get in my car and start the fun/scary drive home.
Last night I watched the news right up till bed time, hoping to see Ann Arbor public schools canceled, since, as I've mentioned here before, that would mean my place of work was shut for the day as well. But alas, by the time I went to bed, school was still in session. Disheartened, I went to sleep, dreading my drive in the next morning.
When I woke up this morning I could hear the wind whistling outside and the first thing I did was grab my phone to call the school hotline again. There I saw a text waiting for me from my teacher friend, Sarah, saying: "Snow day! Now turn off your alarm and go back to sleep!"
I decided the best thing for me to do would be to take her advice. Two naps and some crazy nap-dreams later (why do naps produce the weirdest dreams!?), I decided it was time to get outside and enjoy the snow. But with the windchill at negative five degrees, I couldn't talk any of my friends into going sledding! So I decided to at least drive to a park and take some pictures. Which I did, until I could no longer feel my fingers, which to be honest, was not that long. I thought I'd share some of them with you.
Now I'm sitting on the couch in a warm sweater, watching Christmas Vacation and contemplating making some Nutella hot chocolate and quiche for dinner. (Cold weather comfort foods, of course.)
What is your favorite thing to do on a snow day? Or, to my friends in warmer climates, what would you do if you had a snow day?
Last night my friend Sarah and I went to the new Warren Miller ski film, Wintervention. If you've never been to one of these Warren Miller films, they're really fun. This was my second time going to one. It's basically a film full of the coolest, most dangerous, and wild ski and snow boarding tricks of the past year. It's a pretty informal movie experience, with lots of yelling and cheering, an MC, a bar, and even an intermission.
Here are a few conversations between Sarah and I last night that made me laugh. If they make you laugh too, yay! If not, boo. But that's ok. Sometimes, you just have to have been there.
MC: How's everyone feeling tonight!?
Me to Sarah: Why do MCs always have to say that? It's so unoriginal.
MC (again): How's everyone feeling tonight!?
Sarah (semi-yelling): I'm a little under the weather, actually!
Sarah to me: Have you ever seen the Mothman Prophesies?
Sarah: Really? I'm surprised you'd see it since you hate moths so much.
Me: Yeah, I guess I hate moths, but it's more butterflies, really. What right do they have, flying all around us, up in our space!? And we can't swat at them because they're 'beautiful.' They're the worst. But yeah, moths are bad too.
Sarah then proceeded to tell me about how she'd recently visited some of the sites where the Mothman saga happened and was filmed. She's terrified of scary movies so she never actually saw the movie, so I told her a bit about it including some of my favorite parts.
Me: And you know that movie was based on real events?
Sarah: Yes. (Scared look on face.)
Me: And they never caught the Mothman.
Sarah: (Scared look on face.)
Me: He's still out there, eating giant holes in sweaters.
Sarah: (Laughing look on face.)
Side note: Sarah and I smuggled an entire meal into the theater from Jimmy Johns: subs, sandwiches, and fountain drinks. We covered the fountain drinks with our scarves and somehow got past the guys at the door. Meanwhile some other sucker coming in had to throw away his bottled Mountain Dew before entering. To say we were proud of ourselves would be an understatement.
Every morning I wake up feeling neutral. Not in a good mood, not in a bad mood. Just fine. At some point in the morning I tip the scale one way or the other then continue on with the day with either a positive or negative outlook, depending on how things started. But lately something strange has been happening. I've been very aware of the first negative thought or complaint I have for the morning. And I've had an internal debate with myself:
"should I say that so-and-so is annoying or not?"
"should I complain about how bad traffic was on the way in?"
"should I mention how little sleep I got and how tired I am?"
It feels that by complaining, I'm deflating my spirit a little bit. I'm also starting to become more aware that I'm setting a tone for the day. I usually just end up saying whatever's on my mind anyway, whether it's negative or not. But this morning as I was about to make my first complaint of the day, something stopped me. I thought, "do I really want to start down this path?" So I held back. But then I wondered, "how long could I actually go without complaining?" So I hesitantly, but optimistically, made a goal for myself: go the whole day without complaining. Gulp.
I'm not an overly negative person so it's not like I have to go through a complete transformation of character to complain less. But at the same time, I think I make a lot of little complaints throughout the day that cumulatively add up to more negativity than the single complaint they started out with, such as, "I'm tired." Or, "Is it time to go home yet?"
Since setting the goal this morning, I accidentally complained once before I had a chance to think about what I was about to say. I immediately realized I'd complained and remedied it by saying, "but it's not that bad, really! Could have been worse!" Or some variation on that. Saying something positive brought me back in focus. And I do feel happier already, I really do.
I should clarify that I don't mean that I (or you) shouldn't talk about negative feelings when it's important to work out a serious problem. I'm more referring to the dumb complaints we make throughout the day that don't help any situation at all but only end up dampening our spirits, and the spirits of those around us. I think that by eliminating more of those complaints, I could be a happier person.
How long do you think you could go without complaining? What impact do you think it could have on your life? Do you want to try it with me?
It's so cold outside now. The wind is shockingly cutting and though the temperatures claim to be in the 20's, they're lying. (Whoever "they" are.) It feels much colder.
I've been thinking about my winter survival kit lately, now that it's time to bust it out, and thought I'd share some of it with you. The ideas anyway, not the things themselves. Although I supposed I'd be willing to share with some of you if you insisted on coming over sometime. But I digress.
1. Warm slippers. 'Nuff said. (Yuck, I just wrote "nuff.")
2. Warm, soft blankets. Do you see how soft this blanket looks!? It's even softer than it looks. I'm not even kidding. I wish I were covered up with it right now, snuggled in for the afternoon.
3. Leg warmers. These are not my leg warmers pictured, or my leg for that matter. I'm white but not that white. My leg warmers are in the laundry today and I miss them dearly. Sadly I only have one pair so I can't wear them every day. My calves are freezing on the off days. For the record, I wear mine under my pants because I'm not into 80's revival unlike so many other people out there today, thank you very much.
4. Memories of summer. During the winter I often find myself daydreaming about summer: fireflies, the smell of sunscreen, swimming in Lake Michigan, ice cream, eating outside, kayaking, bbqs, drive-in movies, visits to Utah, bike riding, mosquitoes (only when I get really desperate do I think about mosquitoes).
So there you have it: some of the tools I have in my winter survival kit. What are some of yours? Together we can get through the next four months... right!?
As a little girl growing up in Sydney, Kidman's fair skin and flaming red hair made her stand out in a land of tan and blonde beauties – but her unique look helped shape her. "It makes you develop your personality. Because you don't conform, you have to find different ways of expressing yourself," she says.
Here's one more link about her as an adult with red hair: (link) with the following quote:
We've been so used to seeing her with blonde and brown hair over the years that we'd almost forgotten just how beautiful her natural colour is. But Nicole Kidman gave us a stunning reminder yesterday when she arrived at a Hollywood luncheon, her gorgeous red hair tumbling down her shoulders.
And now, I'm done talking about Nicole Kidman on this blog forever. Too bad I'm not getting an ice cream cake out of this wager... because I was so right! And so were the 19 of you who voted for "red." Way to be!
This week is the last week my coworker and friend, Kathy, is going to be working at our company. She's moving on to greener pastures starting next Monday. I've been super bummed about it so I'm pretending it's not going to happen. On Monday, I'll just chat with the card board cut-out I've had made of Kathy and act like nothing has changed. She doesn't know about this plan yet, but I'm pretty sure she'll be ok with it. Especially since she's had card board cut-outs of all of us made to bring with her to her new job. That's normal, right?
Last night I got thinking about the good times we've had with Kathy in our office - some of which I've shared with you here. Adventures such as:
The Kix cereal debate - this was the time Kathy brought a box of Kix cereal in which unexpectedly stirred up a lot of bad memories in Ann. Ann always hated the "Kid-tested, mother-approved" motto Kix cereal uses in its advertisements, claiming that it proves nothing and there is no evidence that the kids like it simply because they tested it. A lot of you weighed in. This was one of the more heated debates this blog has experienced.
Laffy Taffy joke readings - Kathy keeps a jar of candy on her desk which often has Laffy Taffy in it. For awhile there, we were all pretty into reading the jokes and trying to guess the answers, which was always an exercise in frustration. I still laugh when I read that post! Those jokes are the worst. And by the worst, I of course, mean the best.
Craigslists postings - the free table at work provides us with no end of entertainment. Somehow Kathy and I lucked out and ended up the proud owners of a toy version of the bug from A Bug's Life and a nursery clock (which is missing). Kathy tried to sell both of these things on Craiglist and shockingly, failed. Click on the link to read her craigslist posting.
The cheese challenge - this was the time Justin declared that cheese tastes good with everything. I challenged this of course, because I'm like that, and said, "what about in brownies!?" And he said it would still be good. So I made some brownies with cheese, and he ate them. Kathy hated the whole thing and says she's going to go gag whenever we talk about it. Which is why I'm bringing it up now. One last gag for old times sake.
There are so many other funny and good memories too, like the time we all went to town on the crunchy Reeses Peanut Butter Cups, devouring every last one in the vending machine during the peanut butter recall (throwing all caution to the wind). Or the time Justin and Kathy went through painful Volcano Taco withdrawals when Taco Bell stopped serving them for a time. Or the time Kathy became temporarily obsessed with Hannah Montana and the Jonas Brothers (or was that me?).
It is certainly not going to be the same in the office without Kathy. But every time I think of her, I'll slap on the Hannah Montana slap bracelet she gave me and eat a cheesy brownie in her honor. (That last part will never happen, but the first part will.)
What are some things you do with your coworkers to pass the time?
Good luck, Kathy! If you come visit, we might let you in the building.
One time years ago, I got into a debate with a friend over who the kid was in Flight of the Navigator. I was sure I was right, he was sure he was right. We went so far as to bet an ice cream cake on it. Needless to say, I ended up in Baskin Robins buying the cake of my friend's choice when it turned out it wasn't Fred Savage in Flight of the Navigator after all, but some impostor Fred Savage-look-alike-wannabe-phony.
Picture hair here and vote in the poll
This time though, I'm sure I'm right.
On Friday night I got into a debate with a different friend over what Nicole Kidman's natural hair color is. I said it was (insert correct color here) and he said it was (insert incorrect color here). We went back and forth on this the whole evening citing various movies to prove our points while simultaneously proving that we know very few Nicole Kidman movies.
I'm not going to try to sway you by telling you what I think. In fact, I will use this picture so there can be no claims of cheating. Anyway, our debate got so heated, I remember little else of The Interpreter (which, by the way, was an incredibly confusing movie).
We don't have any wager on this yet, but once I'm sure you guys are securely on my side, I might suggest one. So how about you help me out here? Vote in the poll on the side or let me know in the comments what you think!
And while I have you here, I mailed a bunch of postcards off tonight but still have many more! If you want one, let me know.
This post has two parts. Both are related to post cards in a general way, but that's the only thing they have in common. If the first part bores you, go ahead and skip to the second part. Okie dokie?
As a single person, there are some things you get used to doing by yourself. Luckily I've tricked a few unsuspecting people into being my friends so I don't really have to do too many things alone. Here's a list of things single people occasionally have to do alone, followed by either a yes or no, depending on if I'm willing to do them alone or not:
go out to eat - yes
go to the movies - no
go to parties - yes
go to weddings - yes
go on vacation - I'm not sure. And that's what brings me to my point...
I've never gone on a vacation by myself. Last year, my sister and her kids were over when I was getting ready to go to the airport to fly to Utah for vacation. My then five year old niece asked, "who are you going with?" when I said "no one," she said, "that's sad." I told her not to worry, that I was visiting friends in Utah and wouldn't be alone when I got there.
But what I'm talking about here is going on vacation to a place where you don't know anyone, and going by yourself. Have you done it? Could you do it? How was it?
There's a place I'd really like to visit, but I don't know anyone there and I don't think any of my friends want to go to this destination. I'm almost positive I couldn't go there by myself though because it's more fun to share the experiences with someone, isn't it? So I thought I'd throw that question out there for you all! What do you think?
This past week I've been doing some deep cleaning of my desk and bookshelves. This has included emptying drawers and bins and throwing some stuff away, shredding other stuff, and reorganizing the rest. Oddly enough, I've found a lot of unsent postcards. Some are from various vacation destinations, and some are Jack Handy "Deep Thoughts" cards.
As I was flipping through them, trying to decide what to do with them, I wondered if any of you would like to get one of them in the mail? I think you'll probably agree with me that non-bill mail is the best. I'm picking up a pack of postcard stamps on Monday. If you want a postcard, either tell me in the comments, or email me at misselizabethsblog (at) gmail.com, and include your address.
I'll send you a postcard of my choosing and I'll write you a little message. It's gonna be fun, trust me. (I'm pretty sure, anyway.)
I feel my winter personality trying to creep in. In the winter I go into survival mode. It was dark all day yesterday. I wondered at one point how thick the clouds must be to keep us in semi darkness for a whole day.
Luckily my day wasn't all bad since I got to spend a wonderful evening with two dear friends I've known since high school, Sara and Sarah (that "h" makes their names totally different). We went to one of my favorite restaurants: Sidetrack. It's such a cozy place, with amazing food. Here are a couple pics I took last night:
When we were walking out, the wind whipped around us, chilling us to the bone. Sarah always defends winter to me and pointed out that we weren't dressed as warmly as we could have been, and that in January we'll think 30 degrees is warm. I guess she's right. But I still told them I'd see them in April. (I'm not actually going to hibernate this winter, I promise.)
During dinner we talked about some winter survival tactics. Both of them have better attitudes about winter than I do, and we made plans to go ice skating in Detroit, have snow shoeing lessons, and drink plenty of hot chocolate (though I complained about "hot chocolate belly" - that feeling that you've drunk a brick about five minutes after you're done with a mug of hot chocolate). Their good attitudes almost convinced me I can get through another Michigan winter.
I'm not a total winter pessimist though. As I've said before, there's something very romantic about winter. Those winter nights, when the sky is dark and the snow is coming lightly down. Those are my favorite nights to bundle up and go on walks. Then there's the winter mornings when the sun reflects off the snow and it honestly looks like the snow has been sprinkled with glitter the way it shines. And of course, it's nice to feel cozy inside when it's too nasty to venture out into the snow storms.
This morning I woke up and it was snowing outside. Big, fat, heavy flakes. I put my fleece on under my coat for added warmth, pulled my leg warmers up under my pants, dug my winter hat out of the bin, put my mittens and scarf on and went outside to face it. It's December now and I can no longer be in denial. But I'll try to make the best of it.
I live in Michigan. I'm a tiny bit older than you thought (fair warning: it's best not to ask). To spare my friends and family from listening to my every thought, I created a blog. It's sort of like a pensieve, only slightly less dramatic than Dumbledore's.
Rose: Last year the Woman of the Year in St. Olaf saved all the books from the library fire! She grabbed two books in one and and one in the other." Dorothy: Your library only has three books? What happens when someone reads them all? Rose: I guess we'll cross that bridge when we come to it. - The Golden Girls
"A penny!? Worthless! It's the garbage of money!" - Barry, The Goldbergs
Danny: You wanna live in a ninth floor walk-up!? What happens if there's a fire? Mindy: Danny, you know my plan in an emergency is just to count to ten and wait for death's embrace! - The Mindy Project Chris: Leslie, I'm sorry. Anne didn't just go to Ann Arbor to visit her family. She went to sign a lease on our new home. Leslie: Ann Arbor sounds disgusting! Chris: She already has family there, and I have a new job lined up at the University of Michigan. Go Blue! It's a good town, and it's a great place to raise a family. Leslie: What is so great about it!? There's no JJ's Diner there, there's no Welcome to Pawnee sign! I mean, the stupid state is split up into two pieces! It's ridiculous! - Parks and Rec Tom: "Now, I know high-end, internet only magazine isn't really your scene, so Donna and I wrote up some cocktail banter and some conversation snippets for you to practice so you can fit in." Ron: (Reading) "Annabel, could I be more jelz of your low-lights right now, I mean O.M. squee, talk about bangs envy." Donna: "Oof, you got a long way to go, Swanson. Let's go again, from the top." Ron: "I regret everything." - Parks and Rec
"Hello, young man, do you carry Fat Steps Cankle Wranglers? They're for the problematic foot." - Mindy, The Mindy Project
"No one tells you how hard it is to be a parent!" - Frankie "That's because if they did, no one would do it. It's called punishing-it forward." - Mike - The Middle
"He gave us his magic and then he disappeared. Just like Toad the Wet Sprocket." - Gene, Bob's Burgers
"Listen to me. NOBODY on the computer is having as good of a time as you think they are." - Mike, The Middle
"It took me all day, but I got the ten signatures I needed! I'm running for student body president!" - George Michael, Arrested Development
"Life is precious. And if I die, I want my... son... to know the dealio. The dealio of life." - Michael Scott, The Office
"Somebody threw a snow-cone at my windshield today. I thought I hit a rainbow. It was terrifying." - Teddy, Bob's Burgers
"Stop calling me the Prince of Darkness. That's how rumors get started." - Monk
"I'm giving you an all tomato, meaning you give me the whole tomato or else." - Troy, Community Tracy, talking about Weird Al: Don't you understand? He's going to parady you again! That's what he does! That's all he does! You can't stop him! Jenna: Unless I write a song that can't be parodied. Tracy: Impossible. What do think Phil Collins was trying to do with Sussudio!? -30 Rock
"20 year old girls! They think I'm awesome! Look at them! They don't know what Saved By the Bell is and they've never felt pain!!" - Nick, New Girl
"Due to my campaign, the romantic aspect of our relationship is over, and I am totally fine with that. But Ben and I have so much in common! I mean, we're amazing friends! And friendship is better because friends help you move, they drive you to the airport! Boyfriends just.... love you and marry you." - Leslie, Parks and Rec
Claire: You know that really dangerous intersection? Phil: Where desire meets jealousy and the result is murder? Claire: Uhuh. The one where I almost killed you this morning. Phil: Oh yeah, that was my bad. I got lost in my jams! Dangerous combo: speed walking and Speedwagon. Oh! I wasn't even trying for that! - Modern Family
Tobias: As you may or may not know, Lindsay and I have hit a bit of a rough patch. Michael: Really. When did that start? Tobias: Well, I don't want to blame it on 911, but it certainly didn't help. -Arrested Development
"I don't want to talk about it Ken! You'll hear all I have to say about Jack Donaghy in my tell-all book, 'Betrayal, COLON, What Really Happened With My Baseball Team, COMMA, Disaster at Knuckle Beach, QUESTION MARK." - Tracy, 30 Rock
Burt: "You seem real happy to keep pining for her! You pine, pine, pine, but you don't do anything! You just sit there like a log!" Virginia: "A pine log!" Burt: "Which is the worst kind of log! Best log? Yule. Best Yule? Brenner. Best Brenner? David. Best David? That's where it starts to get complicated." - Raising Hope
"Camping sucks! It's super boring. And you can see the stars, which I hate. They're creepy." - April, Parks and Rec
"Andy!! I don't even want to be here! The air is too fresh - it's disgusting. I can't breathe. And there's a brook somewhere that won't stop babbling. SHUT UP!" -April, Parks and Rec
Shawn: "Gus, don't be the ribs that flip over Fred Flintstone's car. I know you're not completely sold on my hit man theory, but I need you to suspend your disbelief and hop onboard the streetcar named Shawnzire." Gus: "Dude, you know how that metaphor makes me uncomfortable." -Psych
"You had me at meat tornado." - Ron Swanson, Parks and Rec
"So dumb guys go for dumb girls, and smart guys go for dumb girls? What do smart girls get?" - Alex "Cats, mostly." - Phil -Modern Family
"The parade was awesome. Angela Lansbury was the grand marshall. Good times, she wrote." - Phil, Modern Family
"What?!? I don't have $30,000 laying around! I have it buried very deeply. And I don't want to have to dig past a certain someone to get it." - Dwight, The Office
"When you're a kid, I remember really loving going to bed. There was one time where I actually laughed myself to sleep, 'cause I couldn't believe me luck. - Karl Pilkington
"And so our employee of the month is the late Roger Dusset, who tragically died from complications due to union organizing." - Mr. Burns, The Simpsons
Ron: "I'm hungry." Leslie: "Ok, don't be such a baby. I cooked you some bacon for a trail snack." Ron: "I ate it already. I could smell it in your purse before I even parked my car. And now it's gone and I hate everything." - Parks and Rec
Shawn: "Lassy, where did you go? We were totally filming your speech!" Gus: "And we need you to sign a release for America's Funniest Home Videos." -Psych
"I've been with NBC for a really long time. A really long time. Remember the Cosby Show? I was Rudy." - Conan O'Brien
"A book hasn't caused me this much trouble since Where's Waldo went to that barber pole factory!" - Tracy, 30 Rock
"Can we go to Banana Republic? I have a crush on a mannequin there." - Millhouse, The Simpsons
"I just stopped by to thank you. You've been really supportive of me during my transformation to hideous man-beast." - Harvey, Sabrina the Teenage Witch
In reference to the date being 9/9/9: "I haven't heard that many nein's since I dated that German woman." - Conan O'Brien "
"Sadly, Teamocil has been discontinued. The sense of wellness it created in relationships was merely the first sign of complete pituitary shutdown." - Tobias Funke, Arrested Development
"I am single now. What we have here is the ultimate smackdown between the nard dog and crippling despair, loneliness, and depression. I intend to win." - Andy Bernard, The Office