The weather gods played with my emotions last week and blessed the Valley with 55 degree temps. I mean, I wasn't about to throw on my swim suit and lay out in the backyard or anything (oh what I would give to be able to throw on my swim suit and lay out in the backyard!), but it felt AMAZING to actually go outside and feel the sun on me. Sure, there have been sunny days this winter, but the subzeroness of it all sort of cancels out any possibility of positive effects of sunshine. Sun or no sun, 25 degrees is miserable regardless.
But winter is a mean, crafty little vixen and now it's back to grey skies and freezing temperatures. I can't seem to get warm, ever. It's like the deepest core of my body is cold and there's nothing I can do about it. It's getting to the point where I'm researching winter weather patterns of years gone by and trying to gauge when exactly spring should be arriving.
It's not good news, my friends.
I have a solid 6-8 weeks left of this frigid weather until spring starts to make it's slow debut. Granted, this is Utah and I have seen it be a glorious 70 degrees one day, only to blizzard the next. It's all rather frustrating for someone whose favorite hobby is working on my tan.
My anticipation increased exponentially when my mom was giving me a preliminary status on our annual Rehoboth trip, the one I missed last year. I really hope I can go this year. Like, for real. I love Rehoboth. I love that my family has a place like that to escape to for a few days. I love the thunderstorms in the evenings walking home from the beach, the lightening bugs, and the backyard that's home to little wild bunny rabbits. I love the boardwalk at night, playing the race horse game and browsing through the record store for new music that we'll play on repeat in the house. I love being a little sun burnt the entire time and always wishing I put on sunscreen , at least on day one. I love the tandem bicycle and the fact that Jen will ride around the block on it with me. I love crab night and how my sisters and I always end up laughing at my aunt, uncle and cousin's Delaware accents. I love playing Monopoly and cards on the deck and the fact that everyone takes it as seriously as I do. And the sun room/parrot room where my dad usually hides to watch baseball games on t.v. I even sort of love the ridiculous trip it is to get there; winding through the small town roads of DelMarVa and being all, "WTF do these people do?" It's so awesome.
Maybe it's due to the fact that I'm currently under three (3) down comforters and still shivering, but I'm missing all that bad right now. I hope my economic situation improves so I can make the trip this year.
Also, throwing an Inauguration Party tomorrow. Making this recipe that Kathryn in NYC suggested was the perfect meal for friends. Pictures definitely to follow.
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Amen.
I'm so over winter. Seriously. I hate it.
You'll love that recipe. It's SO good. I had it for leftovers last night, and I'm eating it again tonight. I can't wait. I hope you love it.
Dude, Winter just started. I like winter. Well, for a time. Come back in about a month and I might jump on the bandwagon.
There have been days that I've been outside on break from the bakery not wearing a jacket over my sleeveless shirt and I forget that winter lasts until May. Maybe this year it won't.
Totally unrelated to your topic..but omg can you believe that Melissa (from the Bachelor) had a breast reduction. Her boobs were huuuugggeee. She is so tiny.
Houston, although horribly humid in the summer, is GLORIOUS in the "winter." When it's really cold, it's in the 30's, but that's a VERY rare occasion. 5 of 7 days of the week are in the upper 60's or higher, and just stinking gorgeous.
I told that to my friend the other day, and she said, "That's not winter. I need snow." We may not be friends after that.
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