10 Reasons I Appreciate Winter

1. I can cry over anything and blame it on seasonal depression.

2. Electric blankets... on high.

3. My razors last longer but it's definitely not because my leg hairs grow slower.

4. No mosquitoes.

5. Snowy conditions make a great excuse for calling into work, school, and/or life.

6. Hot chocolate and peppermint schnapps.  100 proof.

7. Everyone loves a colorful Christmas sweater.

8. The end of one year and beginning of the next.

9. Turkey, cranberry relish, mashed potatoes, yams, stuffing, corn, green beans, homemade rolls, pies, baked alaska, and of course... Martinelli's.

10. Toe socks.

But the greatest thing about winter is that with each passing day I'm one day closer to a more comfortable season.  Hurry your ass up, Summertime.

SORRY ABOUT YOUR LUCK, RUDOLPH

Looks like Mr. Santa Claus went green and upgraded to a Hybrid.

Ho Ho Ho,

Kaitlyn

HOLIDAY CHEER COMES ONCE A YEAR

Happy Holidays

♥

Kaitlyn

Hardly a Winter Wonderland

Due to personal preference, I live in a house that retains summertime temperatures all year long. I enjoy this about our home especially when I fall asleep under my comforter, all dressed in pajamas, and wake to find myself without either on, as was the case Monday morning. I arose from bed, found my pajamas on the floor and stumbled to the other side of my tiny 10 x 10 bedroom to gaze at myself in the mirror. While rubbing the sleep from my eyes and brushing my hair, my phone vibrated, signaling a disturbing text message from Ashley. The text message simply read, 'The snow is pretty but it's cold.'
Surely she didn't mean to say snow. A quick peek out my window confirmed it. She did.
The shocking reply she received read, 'WHAT THE HELL'. In all caps.


I've now lived through another 'first snowfall of the year'. Sadly, that day was only yesterday and I still have yet to prevail over the next 6 months of having fingers that resemble icicles, a complexion comparable to Edward Scissorhands', and chattering teeth.


I'm not sure I could dislike the cold much more than I already do and if I could I really don't want to. What I'd like to do is try to come up with a list of the benefits of wintertime, if any, rather than my loathing, so I'm going to begin thinking. Hard. It may take a few days. I'm hoping that my efforts to stay cheerful during this arctic season will shield me from the hostile cold that slaps my face every time I walk outside, but that's unlikely. Who knows, perhaps there's a snow bunny hidden somewhere in me just dying to trade in the string bikinis for fleece and the flip-flops for Uggs.


Haa. Yeah right.

My Sea is Barren

I don't think I'm a picky dater but pickings are definitely slim in this town. I'm getting frustrated. These days, I'm digging hard to find the will to keep my gum in my mouth everytime I pass by a missionary haircut or a mountain man beard. After two of Logan's many undesirable men ran into my open palm after disagreeing with me (and hating on Barack), I've finally been readmitted back into the "Cache Valley party scene", although I missed nothing and I'd probably still slap those men again if need be.

In a town where the males outnumber the females by about 8 to 1, I'd hope my schedule would be booked full of exciting rendezvous and delicious dates. That, however, is not the case.

All I'm asking for is a beautiful man who is not as beautiful as I am but still taller than me when I wear heels. A smart man, again one who is not smarter than me, but smart enough to feed me great compliments and believe them. I need a man who knows I'm the boss but can put me in my place when I need it, especially while roughing me up and maybe pulling my hair. A man who pays for things, not everything, just most, and nothing too extravagant except on my birthday, Christmas, and weekends. The rest of the time I'm just a girl who likes to eat and Old Grist Mill has my favorite $5 lunch special. I'd like a man who knows how to have creative fun and one that can crack a good joke. A man who is active and burns a higher percentage of his daily calorie intake than I do, is admired. A rockin' body on a hottie always gets my blood flowing and my hips grinding. Dating me requires a man who can lift, pick me up, and throw me down upon command, so strong muscle is needed. Also, if you sunburn easily, do not apply. He must know good music, and if he can sing and/or play an instrument like the guitar or ukelele, I will look no further. I don't have time for picky eaters and if he eats and drinks less than me, we will have problems. But most importantly, I need a man with swagger. Yes, please don't forget that swagger.

I don't think my expectations are too high or that I'm asking too much. If I were a man, this would all seem too easy.

Of course, I'm just a salt water fish swimming aimlessly in the fresh waters of Logan, UT.

Ugh.

THE END OF A SEASON

Summer never lasts long enough. If I had it my way, summer would last 364 days a year leaving Christmas the only day open to winter. However, this year I've been able to develop a kinder relationship with the colder temperatures of Fall and I haven't minded much. I've successfully conquered the chillier winds, only for now, and no doubt with the help of a few great hikes and plenty of cardio, a consistent BAC of about 0.20%, and great friends.


And let's not forget the 10 lbs of additional warmth I've gained from way too many Fall birthdays.

Dear Shelby, I'm sorry I pulled your name from the hat...