Your Local Forecast

probs not. Perhaps I should just set up my blog to have it automatically reroute you to the Weather Channel's forecast for my city.

Winter,

Juuust when I'm about to give up all hope of us ever being friends, you throw a day like today my way.

I waltzed outside expecting to have to brace myself and hark! I did not. It was glorious. A balmy 46 degrees. (no sarcasm. reallyreally. cross my heart.) And our beloved atmosphere decided to grace us with only the slightest hint of a drizzle (no! snow! ice! sleet! "winterymix"! exclamation points!!) I thought I had up and died. Compared with last week's little display of freezeyourfeckingfaceoff, I thought we had finally figured out that whole teleportation thing and my wish of being in the tropics had come true. I'm sure you'll be back in full force in just a few days to dash my dreams, you sadistic Winter.

GeeezeLouise. Is this what it's come to? Being in awe of 40something degree weather? Summer Cheryl is shaking her head at me.

Another thrill-a-minute weather report blog post.* You fortunate little bloglings.

Bright smiles,

C

*As always, I ensure that you receive only the highest of quality content here.

Me vs. Winter

I've lost track of the count, but if I were you I would put a lot of money on winter. 

The most recent shenanigans have me shaking my head. As part of my plan of attack meager attempt to ward off a serious case of the winter blues slasssshhhh have a modicum of motivation to do little things like daily human activities other than sleeping and consuming vast quantities of food, I made it a goal to go ice skating at least once a week for the next couple months. I figure getting out of the abode and the leeetle bit of exercise (go with me on this one) will hopefully amount to an at least semi-functional not-solimited-edition winter version of Cheryl. My cit-ay created an outdoor skating rink downtown this year, and I've been wanting to check it out.

Late last week I figured there was no time like the present to head on over. I sent out a little message on the facebook asking if anyone would care to join me. Was hoping a kind soul with a car would be interested. Or at least someone willing to take the bus with me. One look at the weather forecast and all hope was dashed. You crazy, girl. Alas, my lovely friend Hannah (who I get to see about twice annually) messaged me saying that she was up for it. WIN. Especially considering that if nobody cared to join me, winter would probably be winning and I would be home hibernating (per my usual October-April routine). Clearly I have excellent internal motivation.

I mean, when this

 is your forecast 

basically everything is looking a tad more grim.

10 degrees, people. Ten. Degrees. Fahrenheit.

Before the windchill.

Excuse me while I actually go hibernate.

I have a special place reserved in my heart

for hating winter.

I digress. 

So Hannah, with her nifty car, shows up the next morning and we head off in the direction of the rink. I'd say our excitement level was equal to the level of layering and bundling we had going on. That would be a lot. try to keep up now, slow-pokes.  We arrived downtown searched for a parking space, scrounged up quarters to feed that pesky meter and headed off toward the commons behind city hall, joking that we would probably have it to ourselves because we were the only ones crazy enough to voluntarily be outside after opening the door and feeling the punch to the face otherwise known as ten flecking degrees Fahrenheit. We arrived at the rink and were informed by an employee that the city forced him to close the rink that day because it was too cold. Um. But. It's ice skating. Cold is kind of a given. But, whatever, I get you.

I had even brought my camera to document the occasion. Oh look! I'm turning into a blogger! If you've ever glanced at this blog for about two seconds, you've probably noticed my over abundance of photographs. I just have my fancypants point-and-shoot glued to my hand at all times! hahahaha. ha. haha. I was doing it for the followers. There are none. See the sacrifices I make for you? Hope you appreciate. Alas. No skating = no pics. You're heartbroken, I'm sorry.

You win this time, Winter. Except. I got to spend some q.t. with Hannah. We opted for the coffee date route, so... win-win.  And they generously gave us a voucher for free skating. Sometimes this city redeems itself and melts my heart.

Hope you're currently residing somewhere warm. Let me come for a quick six month visit? Pinky-promise I'll be your best-pal fuh-evah.

 Like,

C

The internet has redeemed itself (Part 2)

January 16th was a good day for the internet. I'm back with the rest of the thrilling details, as promised you're welcome. After I spent inappropriate amounts of time celebrating Mr Zamboni's birthday and battling with blogger, my dear roomie Ari graced me with the entertainment event of the year. First I need to provide you with a little back-story. Try to keep up.  Ari is obsessed with has a special appreciation for birds. She also is known for neverever over-her-dead-body crying. On this fateful day, however, I heard her squealing (yes, squealing) from the other room. Natch, I had to pull myself away from whatever paper I was notattempting to write to see what the commotion was all about. 

Exhibit A:

image via

Ladies and gentlemen (well, really lady. this blog has a record-breaking readership again, try to keep up), she has a new favorite. The fairy wren. She was so moved by her discovery of this species that she was giggling and squealing some more and -wait for it- crying. Honest-to-goodness crying. Tears in her eyes. A few even spilled out. More emotional than I have ever seen her, and we've been roommates for almost four years. 

She tried to claim that the tears were from laughing so hard. Yeah, riiiight. 

It was a monumental experience.  

Pretty sure that day could not have gotten any better. 

I sincerely hope I am present--in the flesh--the day she comes across a fairy wren for the first time in the real non-computer screen world.  I can only hope that we will be blessed with this 

type of a reaction.
(see 3:00 - the end)

 I am sorry that you will probably miss out on it. 

Warm* thoughts,

C  

*Aren't you glad this post didn't talk about the weather? Oh, wait. Never mind.