My Favorite Time of the Year-Winter!

If you have read my blog previously, you will note the title of this post is laced with sarcasm.  If not, read  my letter to Winter and more of my thoughts regarding this wonderful season.

So, I shoveled snow for the second time this winter.  A little bit more than we had the day before Thanksgiving and in mid-December.  Or maybe it just seemed like it.  Because I was out there shoveling the driveway in the dark after a long day.

Do I look happy?

If we have another winter as we did last year, I just don't know what I am going to do.  Maybe stage a sit-in kind of protest.  Wrapped in my quilt.  In front of the fireplace.  Drinking hot toddies.

Here are a couple of pictures of last year's piles. 












I have a confession.  I finally gave in and took advantage of the pile of snow at the end of the driveway.  Our yard slopes down from front to back.  Click here.  I'm a big kid.  And it was right in the middle of the Winter Olympics. 

Sometimes, your better off playing by the rules.  And winter rules when it arrives.  That's why there is a move to a warm climate in my future. 

Stay warm.  Whatever way you can.  Maybe a fire and a hot toddy?

Winter, I'm Breaking Up with You!

Dear Winter,

That last bout of arctic weather is the final straw. I have put up with your coldness for way too long. I cannot stand the feel of your icy breath in my face and down the back of my neck. You chill me to the bone!

Must you always precipitate on the roads and sidewalks? Why can't you do that in the yard and landscaping?! I am so sick of cleaning up after you. It is one thing to clean up after a small child, but you too?! You have fooled me time and again, allowing my good friend the sun to come and visit, only to ruin it with your below freezing slap in the face. How cruel! I swear you are laughing at me as your North winds blow through the trees. Your promises of crisp, clean air and unmarred blankets of white snow are no longer enough. Warm, toasty fires while in the midst of you please me no more. You make my back ache shoveling your snow. My joints stiffen at the mere thought of you. I have become an expert at the icy sidewalk shuffle (not an area of expertise I desire). I have had enough!

Winter, I am leaving you for Summer. At least when he rains, I don't risk falling on my backside when I step out the door.

Goodbye, Winter. I am leaving my parka and snow boots behind. I will not need them where I am going.

With a bitter-cold heart,
Mimi "Cold Feet"

Cold Enough for Ya?!

As of last Friday night, all 4 of us are together once again. 10 weeks our daughter was away at college in Savannah, GA. As the temperatures here have steadily dropped, we heard way too many times about the nice weather down there. And how she was wearing shorts the day before she came home. All I can say is: "Paybacks are hell!" This is SAW at home tonight:

Get used to it, babe! It's not even December yet and you are here until January 3!