See, that’s exactly how I feel. I hate summer with a passion. I hate hot, I hate sunburn, I hate just about everything about it, except maybe the Good Humor truck. So when winter comes, I keep my mouth shut. Snow’s not always fun once you don’t automatically get the day off school, but I find it infinitely preferable to sweating and sweltering.
And I really love sweaters. 
And I hate layers and layers of clothes. Give me a tank top and a pair of shorts and some comfy sandals and I’m there. I love the beach. I HATE dirty slush, not being able to breathe cause it’s so cold, having to wear a hat, gloves, overcoat, boots and scarf just to go outside. Winter sports? Meh! Just too fekin cold.
I used to work with a woman who actually disliked me for hating summer and loving winter. She thought it a character flaw. Of course, I thought she had many of her own flaws, but luckily didn’t have to talk to her enough to make it worth pointing them out to her.
I have nothing exciting to report.
My son enjoyed his birthday yesterday and really liked his presents. I also bought him a Stone Cold Creamery ice cream cake and he was really happy about that.
My son asked me if since he was now “officially” a teenager, he could be a brat. My answer, of course, was a most emphatic “NO”. He’s a good kid, I’m really lucky. Both of my kids are really good. I don’t know how I was so blessed.
I really would like to go home and go to sleep. I’m incredibly sleepy. I need my quad shot of espresso. I think I’ll be heading down very shortly to get some.
jayjay, hope you’re feeling better. I hate being sick.
I need my quad shot. I keep yawning. I’ll check in later.
My First Rule of Weather is that if you’re having weather that is unusual to your area, you are allowed to complain about it. So when my car’s thermometer read 37 degrees yesterday morning (here in San Diego!) I decided I was allowed to complain about being cold.
My Second Rule of Weather is that I know what kind I like, and what kind I don’t. That largely factors into why I live where I live. You can have different preferences, and it don’t bother ME much. You’re outside shoveling snow? As long as I don’t have to be out there helping…what do I care?
I’m sure there are other rules, but I’d hate to come off as the Weather Rule Nazi this morning. 
That’s definitely allowed. A few years back, a friend and I were considering moving to California. She really wanted LA, I wanted San Francisco. We compromised with San Diego as a target area, but I eventually decided that I couldn’t live in a place that really only had one kind of day.
Draelin, great minds think alike. Besides, I really don’t want the cops coming 'round my place with tasers and stuff. They might zap something sensitive.
But you might like it.
I hope you feel better today, jay.
Ellen, your kids are flat out adorable.
I have calmed down since last night, and no longer wish to beat my Other Quasi-Daughter up. I am resigned even to getting five yards of satin ribbon to turn into little button loops. Individually and by hand. I am still going to try to get her to accept my outfit, dammit.
While I was Christmas shopping yesterday, I got an adorable embroidered long sleeve t-shirt in my favourite colour (which spans burgundy through purple and dark fuschia). It’s sort of dark raspberry. It was eight dollars. I feel smug. While shopping, I decided that most women look stupid in shrugs or those dumb mini-jackets that don’t cover their midriffs. Also they were designed by someone who has never been to Canada in winter.
Mr. Lissar is in the kitchen eating sardines, and Aerin is screaming plaintively at him. “I’m a cat! I’m hungry! You starve me and beat me! I’m a cat!”.
I never should have scanned that picture that came with the frame I bought the other day.
:eek:
It exists. It’s an old 7xx Mhz something, with 128 megs of ram. (But with shiny WinXP!)
It’s really some kind of processor which I’ve never heard of before, but I don’t want to go fire it up to check again. Maybe next time I remember.
Sorry I’m here so late today… I had a late night. We sat at a friend’s house and played scattergories. (And I cuddled. I can’t think of an abbreviation for this guy, though. I would post a picture, but that would be creepy since he doesn’t know any of you.)
Yes. Because none of the MMPers are creepy.
I submit ACAG - A Certain Abbreviationless Guy.
700 MHz? 128 MB? WinXP?
One of those things doesn’t belong there! I’d recommend either finding a copy of Win98SE, or playing around with a Linux distro. That machine will stink on ice with XP. You didn’t mentionit, but I’m guessing a PC of that vintage will be lucky to have a 2 gig drive.
<gets misty-eyed at the thought of his first PC, and how the 20-MEG drive never got even close to full>
I recognized what you were referencing…I just thought my comeback was funny.
Well, I’m awake, if only because staying in bed another hour would cripple me (I’m SO stiff!). I do feel a little bit better. I don’t have the chills anymore, and I don’t think the fever either.
Thursday is grocery night, but supervenusfreak got a friend of his to drive him to the supermarket so I wouldn’t have to. So sweet! And he got me chicken noodle soup!
Sweaters are the ugliest piece of clothing in existence. I should know, I’ve been looking for new ones the past couple weeks. They are either boringly generic, or hideously patterned. Ugh.
I am so down today. I don’t know why. I ate everything in sight. And I’m so tired.
Susan
[J. Geils Band]
Warm fuzzy sweaters, too magical to touch…
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Without being to TMI-ey, it sounds like Aunt Flo is coming to visit. That’s exactly how I get when I’m close.
I would love to have a magical sweater. I’m not exactly centerfold material (except in “specialty” magazines, I suppose), but magic sweaters are just plain cool.
Puggy just so you know I would love it to be 66 deg F. Yesterday on the drive to work it was -25 deg F and this morning -19 deg F which is technically known as freaking freezing! Why ‘o’ why did they send a delicate English flower to Wyoming - anyone???
It was positively tropical at lunch today when I ran out at -12 deg. Can someone please put in an early request for June? I seem to remember June did not require a tank top/thick sweater/columbia fleece/columbia lined coat/wooly hat, scarf and gloves combo to leave the house.
Oh and new experience in WY #695 - I ran out yesterday to start up my car figuring I would blow dry my hair while it was warming. My hair froze - yes my hair froze. I need a beer… 