Category Archives: Frosty Windowpanes

68 + 24 = 58

Yesterday, where I live, we got the most snow so far this Winter – we ended up with around (I think) 8 inches or so. The wind was so incredible during this storm that there were plenty of times where I could have gotten lost getting to and from my mailbox. Which is attached to my house, right next to my front door.

Needless to say, I’m certain that you can imagine the sort of cold which comes with high, gusty winds and 8 inches of snow. Now, imagine an old house, with not tight fitting door jambs, original sash window fittings and a overall general lack of insulation on a windy day. When the backdoor wasn’t properly closed.

Don’t get me wrong – I am so OCD that this has never really happened to me, BUT! I understand how it could. My usually AWESOME boyfriend was the last one to leave the house this morning – bless him for his help – and he neglected to double check the backdoor. A practice, which under normal circumstances, would only exist to appease an OCD type person, but in this instance, actually exists to prevent things like the backdoor blowing open in the middle of the day. In March. With 8 inches of snow on the ground. When it’s 24 degrees outside.

It ended up being a balmy 58 degrees inside once I closed the door, the heat was running (and still is) and we are still on a slow climb back up to optimal temperature which in my house, hangs around 68. We’ve climbed 8 degrees in 2 hours and 15 minutes. I wonder how long it took it to fall 10?


*Think AC/DC* I’m back in TYE DYYYYYYE!!

Today I worked from home. Mostly because my job is awesome, but also mostly because it was icy and snowy out and I reverted back to 6th grade where snow meant no school, a wet butt and hot chocolate in front of the fireplace. And as I sit here, trying to find the inspiration that I lost over 6 months ago, I realized that my awesome job and my Pavlovian response to the white stuff have been part of what’s kept me from leaving my immediate property since Saturday afternoon. It’s Wednesday. And added to THAT insanity is the repressed anger that I’m currently feeling towards the kids that came by earlier today to shovel my sidewalk, who forgot to mention that their service was prorated based on the amount of cash that they were given to do it. Apparently, $10 bucks buys you 3/4 of a shoveled sidewalk. And even stranger than my green/blue plaid pant and tye dye shirt attire is the fact that I am totally ok with ALL of that.

I expressed my concern of possibly being labeled as a shut-in the same way any normal woman in her mid to late 20’s does – via gmail and facebook status updates, of course! – and it was my dear Walter who summed it all up into a neat little package for me:

It doesn’t make you a shut in. It’s totally ok that you never leave your house, get mad at the neighborhood kids, and are outnumbered by animals 4 to 1.

Ouch. Sometimes the truth hurts. But in a seriously hysterical way. This is my life, you CAN’T make this shit up.


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Hey you! In the back!

Some may notice that I have changed my theme. As much as I loved the hard-to-find dark background of my previous theme, I needed something to change and just changing my header image was no longer enough to satiate me.

After much delineation and many looks at other layouts, I decided upon this one for many reasons. First and foremost is the ability to upload a custom image header. That gives me an opportunity to play with my photography in one more way, and that makes me just the slightest bit giddy. Secondly was the fact that I can still have all sorts of whacked out font sizes in my Category Cloud. I enjoy that organized chaos more than life itself some days. Thirdly, my flickr feed. Would you believe that there are layouts out there that do NOT have widget plug-ins?! I KNOW! The AUDACITY, right?! That’s what I said. So, although there are many themes out there that I liked the looks of moreso than this one, it was in fact this particular layout which I found the most joy in, in regards to the widgets that I have at my disposal. Eh, sometimes it’s the little things in life.

Hopefully everyone, (all 6 of you, my dear, appreciated friends) who make these ramblings into the actual outlet that they were intended to be, will have no hard feelings regarding my recent attempt to control one thing in my life right now.


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Lazy Day…

After a long day of hosting my dad’s 60th Birthday Surprise Party yesterday, and after a long night of tending to a dog who was trying to vomit every 20 minutes from about 1 a.m. until about 3 a.m., I’ve decided to be mellow today. I’m tired, I’m cranky and so are the dogs…Therefore, in homáge to my despicably lazy state, I’m watching movies, using a face mask, and not changing out of my p.j.’s today. And, just so that sitting on my ass while watching purposefully chosen movies has a pointed goal…I have declared today the National Benicio Del Toro Day! In his honor, I am watching all movies in which he is a part of that are in my possession, just cause I can.

Today, I shall be enjoying…



The Usual Suspects

and possibly, if time allows and if my ass doesn’t go numb from the inactivity…

Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas

Ah, what a wonderful day I shall have!


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Dear {Insert name here},

You sent me these lyrics once. Do you remember? The other night as I drove home, I was listening to this song. Well, singing, of course, really….but REGARDLESS, my point is that in the reflection of my car window, I actually saw the words. I know, I know, but I could still see them when I closed my eyes, I saw them when I blinked…and above them, in that usual, defaulted blue font were your words: I don’t think I ever really understood this song until now. Well, I don’t think I ever really understood what you meant…until now.

Ani DiFranco ~ Sorry I Am

I’m sorry I didn’t sound more excited on the phone
I’m sorry that after all these years
I’ve left you feeling unrequited and alone, brought you to tears
I guess I never loved you quite as well as the way you loved me
I guess I’ll never really be able to tell you how sorry
I am

And I don’t know what it is about you
I just know it’s not what it was
I don’t know why red fades before blue it just does
and I don’t know what it is about me
that I just can’t keep still
I keep thinking someday I will make this all up to you
and maybe someday I will

I guess I never loved you quite as well
as the way you loved me
I guess I’ll never really be able to tell you how sorry
I am
sorry I am
sorry I am
sorry I am


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Snowflakes on my window

The other night, snow was falling and the snowflakes were so beautiful, I had to try to get a pic or two. Sadly, I was not having the best of luck with my camera on such a day, and it’s a sad realization when you are unable to get the detail that the naked eye can see, on film. Forgive the quality, I know it’s less than impressive, but you are still able to make out some of the specific snowflakes and their awesome shapes.





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Valentine’s Day, in all of it’s Commercialized Glory

I, like most middle class Americans, was working on Valentine’s Day. Not that I really had anything better to do: No one was waiting to cook me dinner (or for ME to cook THEM dinner, more accurately), no one was waiting to spend the day in bed with me, and no one was waiting with flowers in danger of wilting. It’s just like every other day of the year as far as I am concerned, aside from the $50 bouquet of a dozen roses, and the $20-$50 boxes of chocolates, which will go back to their regular $4-$6 prices tomorrow, and the cards, the cards, the CARDS!!

Interestingly enough, if you try to look up the story of the Saint of which this day is so aptly named after, you will find NOTHING. By that, I don’t mean that it’s a buncha b.s., I mean, there is NO STORY. No background, no history, just a name which has been accredited the dubious honor of being attached to this mass marketed day of LOVE. I quote, “Of the Saint Valentine whose feast is on February 14, nothing is known except his name and that he was buried at the Via Flaminia north of Rome on February 14. It is even uncertain whether the feast of that day celebrates only one saint or two or more saints of the same name.” I appreciate that there are certain “love” like things that have been attributed to this cryptic Saint such as Happy Marriages, Love, Plagues, Epileptics and bee keepers, but I’m still finding it hard to be convinced that this day has really ended up as it was initially intended.

What that says to me is that someone, SOMEWHERE took this story, that has no real story, and developed into what it is today: A commercialized, over zealous, grossly misconstrued day to express your love of a person. Call me crazy, but shouldn’t all days be an opportunity to express your love? I mean, if you love someone, you should be thankful for them more often than just once a year. You should want to do things to show your appreciation at least weekly, not just on some day that the government/society tells you that you HAVE to. I never was one who dealt well with being told what to do anyway, so maybe that is part of my resistance to all of this, but a day by any other name would smell as sweet. Or as shitty, it’s all in the nose of the beholder.

Long story short is that I hate Valentine’s Day. I hate what it has become and I hate the fact that some ass-crack out there thought it would be a good idea to develop a day that so heavily mass markets fake love via the usage of flowers, chocolates and cards and then grossly overcharging for said things, that people forget that love is not just a one day event.  Maybe if the general populous didn’t hold such a heavy weight over the happenings of Valentine’s Day, and INSTEAD, actually did things all throughout the year to show their love and to fall back IN love with there significant other, 51% of American marriages wouldn’t end in divorce. Just a friendly thought from your single friend…


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