Winter Makes Me Say Bad Words
We had, what was hopefully, our last snow of the season. I’m going to be optimistic and simply say: IT WAS THE LAST SNOW OF THE SEASON. Amen.
I know a lot of you in snowy areas are sick of us Southerners complaining about the snow we got this year. But let me tell you: This is one of the BIG reasons why I live in the South. I love the idea of many other areas, the Pacific Northwest specifically, but my winters must be mild or I become a crazy person. And this winter, with our extreme colds and our 8 inches of snow? Has made me KRAZEE. In ALL CAPS. And extra exclamation points!!!!!
I just hate being cold. I hate not being able to go outside. Even in the summer when it’s 100+ and 99% humidity, I can go outside. I have to be armed with water and sunscreen – but I’m okay with that. And there are fountains and pools, things to do outdoors that make the heat more bearable. Winter? NOTHING MAKES IT MORE BEARABLE. Except for more clothes. Which also irritates me because then you have to disrobe when you finally get where you’re going.
The piles of scarves and gloves alone are killing me.
So I’m optimistic. That was our last snow. We are on the home stretch with Bradford Pears and high pollen counts right around the corner.
And if I’m wrong? Send medication and therapy.
No snow down here in Troy, but I can relate. No more cold!
I’m from Colorado originally, but moved to the South a few years ago and I HATE going to visit family in the winter. No way in a million years will I move back to the North. In fact with all the cold and snow we’ve had the last couple of weeks I have decided we didn’t move far enough South. I told my husband we need to relocate all the way to the Gulf coast.
I think we may be done with snow here, as well, and I am totally okay with that. I like SHORT winters
I’m in the south too and all the snow we have gotten this winter has sparked my campaigning to my husband that we should move further south. The never feeling warm enough and having the entire city/ state shut down when it snows is not fun.
I live in Florida mostly, I have a house at the Jersey Shore still, and have often threatened to move there full-time. EXCEPT this winter wore me out. In Tampa today I woke up to 37 degrees, not bad, it will warm up. It did, then at 2:00 p.m. I was freezing my butt off, my house dropped to 56 degrees, I borrowed your swear words Miss Zoot. Then tonight, it’s probably 65 outside right now. That’s the part I am ready to stop. Be cold, get warm be finished. Not be cold, get warm, get colder, get hot.
So everyone knows in my family I am not going to live full-time in the Northeast anytime soon.
I’m not one to complain about the snow … it’s way easier to prepare for a snowstorm than any other natural disaster. LOVE that we didn’t get it … but sill LOLing at Mother Nature for taking us from -17 to 37 in less than a day. And, she’s really bitch lately … holy crap the winds are blowing me over.
I’m the total opposite! I love playing the in the snow! My kids bundle up and play outside, at least for a little while, almost everyday unless the wind chill factor gets it down around zero. Heat and humidity on the other hand? We all whine and sit in front of the air conditioner!
Idaho weather changes dramatically, last week we had 17 degrees all day this week 55 and sunny
I’m the opposite of you too! I live in Canada and love the winter – it’s so much easier to regulate your temperature up instead of down. The colder it gets, the warmer you dress – you can always add a sweater. But on hot summer days? You can only get so naked!
I’m the opposite, too. I lived in Alabama for 20 years and during that time hated the time period from mid-July to mid-September with a passion. The heat makes me so cranky that, unless I am in an air conditioned environment, you probably don’t want to be around me. I’ve been living just outside of Pittsburgh the last five years and I LOVE it. When we got the big storm last year that dumped three feet of snow on us and left us without power for three days, subsequently dropping the temperature in my living room to 48 degrees, the thought that kept me going was “I’d rather be bundled up in this nice, cozy, sub zero sleeping bag in front of the fire than suffering through another sweltering, stinky, sticky day of not having power due to a hurricane.