Grumpy Cat

How I long for Sundays. Listen to me, it's only Monday and I'm already starting off the week with a Grumpy Cat disposition. Although the weekend storm occurred, it didn't wreak havoc on the greater Portland area. Despite this positive news, work called us in an hour early today to clean up the parking lot. Not exactly music to my ears. So 7am was spent in snow pants (Ellen I owe you big time), scraping off cars and rearranging our parking lot so the plow could make its way through. 

Before I worked at a dealership it never occurred to that some body has to clean up and move the 100+ cars in the lot, just like it never occurred to me that every year the poor souls working at The Maine Mall have to open and disperse what seem like thousands of Christmas decorations, only to put it all away again.

Sundays are great because all the dealerships in Maine are closed. I can relax at home in my USM sweatpants and look out our majestic living room windows. We get quite the display of light filtered throughout our apartment, it leaves a pleasant warm hue on the walls. Pig often hangs out on the lounge and watches the cars and people making their way down Cumberland Ave, this is one of the best views she's had in the many apartments we've lived in.

How lovely it would be to live life as a cat. To never have to worry about a bill, school loan or snow removal, just the occasional hairball or flea. 

Cozy

It.has.been.COLD. I'm talking nostril hairs freezing kind of cold. The second I get home I cuddle up into my Bean slippers. Thank god for those, our frigid hard wood floors are not kind to bare feet. Even socks don't help. Only 42 more days until Spring! Having all this LL.Bean stuff around wouldn't be the same though if we didn't have snow or chilly weather. It's a catch 22 I guess.

It just keeps on coming...

Oh, just some enormous death icicles hanging by our window, no big deal. These things look to be about four feet long. That's pretty impressive and terrifying at the same time if you ask me. I can't even begin to explain how much I hate the cold. And snow. And winter. And ice. And the cold. It's so physically painful to step outside where the air feels like it's slapping you in the face.

I know it's over 100 degrees ten months out of year in Texas, and frankly I don't care. I rather that, than this. The driveway to our apartment is so backed up with snow that parking has become something comparable to that of maneuvering inside of a sardine can. Parking on the street crosses my mind when it gets bad. You heard me right, parking on the street in Portland almost seems like a better option sometimes. 

My apologies, I get very antsy and fussy during the winter. This is just my annual snow rant and I had to get it out of the way.

Five months until Texas??

Do You Ever Feel...

Like a plastic bag? Thanks Katy Perry, for your heartfelt and insightful lyrics lolz. But seriously, look at this cat. Pig has always had a bizarre fascination with plastic bags, I'm afraid she's going to suffocate one of these days when I catch her sleeping in the occasional misplaced Hannaford version. Silly Pig.

I don't think plastic bags actually have feelings, but I'm sure I understand the point Miss Perry is trying to get across. With all this blizzard weather we've been having lately up north, it's hard to keep a positive mindset. I often forget that my mood is affected by the weather, and when I catch myself in a slump I usually look outside to see 12 foot high pyramids of snow and am reminded of why I feel bummy.

Too much snow removal at work and not enough customers. It's a dangerously effective combination on one's mood.

Here's hoping to sunny mornings and warm afternoons soon!

Subarus Love the Snow

That may be true, yes. I on the other hand hate snow. I never grew up around winter sports because my parents never knew how to ski, so unfortunately I've never been able to really appreciate the winter for what it offers most people. Coming to American in '92 their primary focus wasn't learning how to navigate Shawnee Peak, so I never took to the slopes with other kids. To this day I've tried learning to snowboard a maximum of two times. Both times I left nervous, cold, and blue from my lack of appropriate attire. I'd give it a third try, but this time I want someone to show me the ropes and not dump me at the bunny slope with children who are kicking my butt.

I do love snow during the holidays, but that about sums up any positive feelings towards the cold white stuff. We're making the big move to TEXAS this year, which the squeeze and I are absolutely stoked about. With all this snow it makes me wish August was much closer though.

My Wrex will have to enjoy the snow while it lasts, because I'm determined to make this the last snow she ever sees. Goodbye temps in the single digits, freezing rain, icicles, shoveling out my car at 7am, falling on my face on black ice, and frozen snot. Hellooooo Southern heat.