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Dreaming

Today is May 1.  Two days ago it was close to 80 degrees and sunny.  Today, it’s SNOWING!  Which, by the way, none of the local meteorologists knew anything about.  In fact I just heard one of them say, “Well, there may be a few flurries going on right now.”  Ummm it’s a full-on snowstorm at my house!  Weather has been a heated topic on this blog.  As seen here.  And listen, I know that complaining doesn’t do much, but I cannot not say something about it.

Lately I’ve been thinking a lot about maybe not staying in Utah forever.  So, maybe it’s time I stopped complaining about shitty weather and moved some place where I won’t have to.  Easier said than done, right?  I mean if I keep doing the whole freelance thing, I can technically live anywhere that provides me with a decent airport nearby.  Rob’s job is a different story. I can dream though.  Hell, maybe I can do more than dream.  In fact, Rob, my brother and I have kind of a brilliant plan to simplify our lives and live more sustainably.  I’m not going to tell you, because we’re still working out the details.  Trust me that it’s brilliant though.

The thing is that I want to be a bit of a dreamer.  I don’t mean that I want to be unrealistic or irresponsible.  I just mean that I want to do more than just talk about an idea.  I want to do everything within my power to make it happen.  And if it doesn’t, at least I tried.  I’m that person that sees a documentary about someone making a dramatic change; someone living on their own terms, and I’m inspired beyond words but all I do is talk about it.  I’ll tell everyone I know how great the film was and say things like, “Why don’t we do this?”  And then I do nothing.

I’m feeling the need to try.  And I know you have no idea what it is I’m even talking about, but send your positive energy my way.  I promise to do the same in return.

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“Weather” We Like it or Not

I know I sound like a broken record, but ENOUGH with winter!  Yesterday morning we woke up to it snowing AGAIN, and even though I knew it was coming, I was still pissed.  Winter is just too damn long in the great state of Utah.  Winter is fine for December and January, but then I am done.  Done, done, done and done.

You know what would be really sweet?  To live some place where when you wake up in the morning your boogers haven’t turned to concrete in your nose from the insanely dry air.  That would be rad.  Picking those things out is not easy, people. They get so bad that it hurts to flare your nostrils the littlest bit.  Think of it as trying to pry off a piece of wax that has been sitting for way too long on a sensitive surface. I’ll let you come up with your own sensitive surface.  It should probably be one that is covered with hair.

Speaking of hair, the winter weather has not deterred Jack from digging deep into the snow, finding a turd and then rolling his hairy body in it.  He surprised me with a poop neck just this afternoon. Here’s a picture Rob took of him in the summer. Don’t feel bad for him because we’ve exposed his secret to the world.  I’m pretty sure he could care less.  Considering he is rolling in his own poop, remember.

He just can't help himself.

He just can’t help himself.

October Ramblings

Have you noticed how shitty I am about writing blogs?  Do you see why I need to make changes in my life so that I have time to write blogs?  Please send an email to my husband letting him know that if this blog is ever going to turn into something, changes must be made.  His email address is…  Never mind.  I’m pretty sure he doesn’t respond to emails.  Or text messages for that matter.  What is it about certain people and text messaging anyway?  My mother, for example, is the world’s worst texter.  I’m almost positive she has never texted me anything longer than 4 letters.  Like recently I sent her a text asking if she could feed our cat for a couple of days while we’re out of town. She is a great cat-sitter.   Shitty texter though.  Her response was “sure.” I added the period for grammatical reasons, but she did not. Now, “sure” is not a terrible answer, but I would have done something like, “Sure, no problem!”  I always think it’s important to use lots of punctuation and happy words in texts and emails so that people are sure of your tone.  I mean unless of course you are trying to tell them you hate them.

Anyway, I then figured out we only needed her to feed the cat one day, so I sent her another text (perhaps I suck at calling?) telling her that.  Her response this time was, “fine.”  Again, no punctuation.  I know she didn’t intend for her response to sound mean, but “fine” sounds so mean, right?  Like, “Fine, I guess.  I really don’t want to feed your stupid cat, but I will if I have to.”  I’ll have to work on this with her.  Mom, if you’re reading this, I can help you.

In addition to people that are less-than-stellar texters, I know you won’t be surprised to know that I’m unhappy with the weather today.  I know, I know, I always talk about the weather and how it is not to my liking.  I’m just saying that it’s pretty lame when I have to turn on my seat warmers (thank God for seat warmers!) on October 5th.  Why did I have to turn on my seat warmers? Because it’s fucking cold. How cold?  Less than 40 degrees cold.  My car does this thing when it hits 39 degrees or below where it dings and has a picture of a snowflake next to the temperature reading.  It totally pisses me off.  It’s not a mean ding but quite a dainty chime if you will.  It still pisses me off.  GIANT snowflakes fell today!  Look at this picture of the mountains.

I saw three different accidents in a 15 minute drive this afternoon.  I’m sure it wasn’t just because of the snow.  It could have also been because of the “severe dropoff.”  Yep, that’s what a sign said on the freeway when I was driving.  Holy scare tactic!  Severe dropoff?  Like, “Drive careful or you will fall hundreds of feet to your death.”  Road construction in Utah is seriously awesome.

Oh, and as a final rambling, I’d like to put a call to action out there to all you keyboard users.  I mean computer keyboard users.  If you have one and use it, CLEAN IT ONCE IN AWHILE!  We had an office cleanup at work and I was horrified by the state of people’s keyboards.  How can people actually feel OK about typing on a keyboard with six years of food dried to it?  It’s unhealthy and wrong.