Perhaps lame, but February is always the shittiest month of the year for me. This hasn’t been so bad but it’s always such a depressing month. It’s cold outside, the days are ridiculously short. It has (for me) the much reviled valentines day. I have to do report card marks this month. Theres not much to look forward to this month other then that it is only 28 days long. I feel the burden still from Christmas shopping, and the winter blues drives me to spend more money on stupid comfort foods and impulse buys. At least in March the time change occurs and the days are longer.
February to me is like Monday, the shitty start of a possibly great week / year. March is always better. I have holidays in March!
Yeah, if you live in a wintry clime this is about the time of the year when you’re getting sick of the winter weather. It’s a short month where every day is Monday.
Yeah, February bites the big one. I pretty much abhor it in every way possible and count off the days until it’s finally over with. I don’t care if we get sixteen inches of snow in March. It’s still better in almost every way.
Fuck you, February. Fuck you up the ass with a barbecue fork dipped in jalapeño juice.
That’s funny! And you’re right. I suspect that the winter weather progression is something like December (ah the novelty of it! Christmas, fa-la-la-la-la, time off from work, yay for snow!) to January (OK, this is a big snowfall, but at least I get to miss some work, I ain’t driving in that shit!) to February (goddamn it, when will this snow ever end?) to March (yeah it snowed 16 inches, but look how fast it’s melting…and I got to miss work AGAIN! That means Spring is almost here! Hooray!).
But then of course you get late April/early May when you’re like “Will it fucking stop raining already?”
Man, I’ve always hated February. First, there’s that stupid extra “r” in the goddamn word, making it sound like you’ve got a speech impediment every time you say it correctly. Then there’s the fact that it’s the longest month of the year. And don’t give me that shit about it only being 28 days: every day in Feburaruy is like dog-year days, lasting at least seven times as long as in any other month that has normal letters in its name. We’re now in our 7th week of Fevberrary up here and I’m goddamned sick to death of it. Stupid month.
Not only do I loath February for the above mentioned reasons, but there has been extra stress this particular February with my grandmother (who is older than dirt) being very ill, and she is now “imprisoned” in a nursing facility where “They won’t feed me or take me to the bathroom”, (a little dementia much?). Today is the anniversary of both my two year old nephew’s (accidental) death and my husband’s best friend’s murder (I got those two calls within minutes of each other). My oldest daughter’s miniature pinscher (which I am dog sitting) tried to kill my old pomeranian this morning, and said daughter called me just a bit ago to let me know that her husband is in the hospital in Seward after having a grand mal seizure at school. She is dealing with that on top of wrangling their almost two year old daughter and her very early pregnancy with their second child. My 16 year old son has suddenly changed into a Creature of Very Irrational Emotions and is staying with my husband, from whom I am separated. Yeah, he moved out…and into the place right next door to me.
Thanks for the OP Quasimodal, we aren’t allowed to bitch in the MMP this week and I needed to vent. Shit, piss, damn, hell, fuck!
It’s getting nice enough to hike in a T-shirt. You water stays cool. It’s all shitty and snowy in the passes so the tourists can’t get here; that way, you have the National Parks to yourself.
Yeesh, kai, there’s no actual prohibition on it y’know–go ahead and vent 'cause dayum, that’s some major suckitude! We can make an exception for you…
Yeah, for those of us born in February it’s a joke month to be celebrating in. All I can say for it is that the room rates are very low, so that’s good! I’m getting kinda tired of the short days, although I must say this is probably the driest and most pleasant February I’ve ever experienced in Oregon–there’s gonna be hell to pay sometime else this year, mark my words.
If you live at high enough latitude or high enough altitude, February offers skiing, which on a good day is better than good sex, and on a bad day is better than bad sex. So move on up, folks.
Yes, to hell with February. It’s the beginnig of the hot season. And it is friggin’ HOT out there every day now. Will only get worse, with March and April real broilers. Ah, dreaming of the rainy season.
Yeppers, it has been a hella day (month) and I need to relax. I only wish I had a jug of the fabulous rum that friend sapo sent me once. Serious sippin’ rum, it was.
Thanks to you too, orangeveg, but I am gonna try and be cheerful and nice, dammit, in the MMP this week. The hugs are helping, another thanks for that.
