April Showers Bring May Showers?

Once upon a time, in the land called Zion, there lived a lovely young woman. Each year in the Springtime, when Zion’s snowcapped mountains turned green, the young woman would arise from her frozen slumber to frolic merrily throughout the land in sundresses and flip-flops.  The sun would warm the land and decorate it’s hills with abundant tulips and pansies. Each year the young woman’s heart was warmed and her soul inspired by the beauty and warmth of Springtime.

…but Evil was lurking.

Angered by the happiness of the people of the land during Springtime, Evil began to work his dark magic. He began to burn more and more fossil fuels.  Quickly he released so much carbon dioxide into the atmosphere he caused major climate changes all over the earth. Springtime in Zion became darker. The rains fell longer and the sun hid. The lovely young woman’s heart was broken. Her sundresses and flip-flops were forced to stay in the back of her closet longer and the snowcapped mountains remained into May.

Okay, maybe I’m being a bit extreme.  But honestly, I’ve had enough.  Where are my beloved sunny days in Zion? 45 degrees and showers are really putting a damper on more than just the roads.

Sadly,

Kait

Hiding in the Hole

Mission accomplished.

I've spent this weekend genuinely admiring the majestic beauty of the Tetons and enjoying every moment I've spent in snowy Jackson Hole, WY.  Thanks, Winter.  You're not so bad.  I needed that. 

Kindly,

Kait

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.

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.

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.