Archive | January, 2010

Here’s the thing about snow:

31 Jan

I hate snow.

I’ve spent a considerable amount of time thinking about snow, and have concluded that there are no genuinely positive things about it. Therefore, I’ve decided to compile a list of reasons as to why I hate snow. It is as follows:


  • This is a con for several reasons. Numbness being the first. If you’ve ever been out in the snow, then gone inside to warm up & felt that tingling/burning sensation in your fingers & toes, you know what I mean. It’s miserable.
  • Some people might say, “Cold weather is better than warm weather, because you can always put on more layers, but you can only take so many off.” The problem with this thought process is that wearing multiple layers causes your core to overheat, while your digits are still frostbitten, and in addition to that awkward feeling, it takes 20 minutes to take your layers off when you inevitably have to use the bathroom (or try on clothes, when shopping).


  • The main problem with snow being wet is footwear. Let’s be honest. NO ONE looks cute in snow boots. Personally, if I have to go out in the dreaded precipitation, I’d at least like some semi-cute footwear. Within the available genres of shoes, several are eliminated right off the bat: any type of sandal (which you shouldn’t be wearing anyway), heels (obviously. heels + snow/ice/water = you on your ass on the pavement, which leads me to my next problem with snow being wet), & tennis shoes (which will soak through immediately). This leaves you with rain galoshes, flats, and other waterproof boots (such as leather). Flats are out because they fill with water through the sides, on top of providing little to no insulation for warmth. No one wants to wear their good leather boots out in the nasty slush/ice, and rain boots were engineered for rain, not ice, which means they have no traction and offer no warmth either.
  • Since we’ve established that there is no aesthetically acceptable footwear (and most North Carolinians probably don’t own a pair of real snow boots), you’re probably wearing less than ideal shoes for the inclement weather. This means, inevitably, you will fall down, at some point in the day. And when you do, you’re not going to be able to get up easily, because there’s nothing to ground you in order to help you stand up. And the longer you stay down there, yep- you got it!- the more water soaks through your clothing.

3. SNOW IS DANGEROUS (especially for driving)

  • I’m aware that you can drive safely in the snow. My wonderful Wisconsin-bred boyfriend has proven that fact to me multiple times. But, the fact of the matter is, those of us below the Mason-Dixon line that don’t encounter snow 9 out of 12 months of the year don’t know how to deal with it when it comes. This means the people who are out driving shouldn’t be, and when they do, they get in wrecks, therefore making it more dangerous for even those who drive well.

There is a whole list of other various negatives associated with snow, such as hail denting cars and houses, ice weighing down trees and power lines, and a whole slew of sledding related accidents. My own father has a scar under his chin from a sledding accident gone wrong and a nurse who didn’t know how to do stitches correctly.

All I’m saying is, a few snowballs & a nice view out my window is not enough to make snow “worth it” for me.

5 months ’til summer. I can’t wait.


Life, Love, and the Little Things.

27 Jan

When I decided to start blogging, I wasn’t sure what I’d write about. I figure that since blogging is a pretty narcissistic hobby, I might as well play into that and give my myriad of readers a little breakdown of who I am and what makes me “tick.” So, this post is probably more for me than you, sorry.

When I think about things in life that are important to me, family is #1 on the list. My idea of “family” extends past my biology, however. I have an entire network of people around me that I consider family and would do anything for. So, since you guys are probably the only ones reading this anyway, here’s to you!

Immediate Fam:

My mom is one of my best friends. She is one of the main constants in my life (for obvious reasons) and always takes the time to listen to me on the phone, or call to tell me a funny story, etc. We have a lot of things in common (such as our OCD tendencies, intuitive personalities, and love for haircuts) but are different enough that life is always interesting. She’s my hero.

Dad is the perfect image of a pillar of quiet strength. I don’t know another person that could truthfully use the word “patient” as their main quality, but he somehow balances a strenuous job with the craziness of living with 3 women, a female cat, and all the drama that comes from that (which is probably more than anyone would like to admit). I wish I could say that I’d inherited those qualities, but let’s just say patience is not my strongsuit. Hey, I have other positive traits. Anyway, along with being protector and provider, he’s also really goofy and loves to laugh and show people our cat’s “trick” (Which, I’m sure you’re dying to know- consists of him luring her to stretch out on the hardwood floor while he pets her, then when she’s unsuspectingly calm, spinning her entire body around until she spastically stops herself and runs away).

My sisters are Meredith and Ashelyn. Mere is 2 years older than me and graduates from Leon’s Beauty School with her cosmetology license later today!(Congrats, Mere!) She’s a brilliant pianist and loves anything including the words “vintage” “cabaret” “high heeled” “fashion” etc. She’s beautifully unique and wonderful with everyone. Ashelyn is my younger sister, by 4 years. She will be graduating from high school in May and going off to take broadway by storm, by way of a BFA from Western Carolina University. She has loads of personality, which comes out in her social butterfly tendencies and her innate ability to make anyone and everyone laugh as she adopts one of her pseudo-personalities. (Shanaquita is her most popular alter-ego, which consists of her taking on the persona of a twenty-something fabulous black woman with an affinity for Baby Phat and her boyfriend, Quandarian, at any opportune moment.) Basically, my sisters are wonderful, and make my life full.

Where to go from here?

I am in love with a man who makes me feel like the most important woman on the planet. His name is Kit (no thank you, we’re all full up on the Kit Kat, Night Rider, and otherwise unnecessary jokes for now!), and he’s a percussionist, mathematician, and runner-extraordinaire. On top of being brilliant and funny, he’s also quite attractive, if I do say so myself. He always makes me laugh and smile, and I count myself the luckiest girl ever. I’d say more, but words are stupid. The basic idea is that I love him & he loves me.

My best friend is Trish, and she’s probably the one person I could spend my entire life doing nothing with and still be having the best time of my life. Our 4 year “Anniversary” is tomorrow! (Don’t ask; it’s a long story.)

My roommate, Leah, and I have been friends since middle school. She’s seen me through every awkward stage of life, and still likes me, which has to count for something. We just moved in together at the beginning of this month, but I can already tell- it’s gonna be a blast. She’s one of the people I feel most comfortable with in the entire world.

Noelle’s been my best friend since 3rd grade, which is a LOOONG time. We’ve been planning on celebrating that fact, but since she goes to school in upstate NY, it’s a little difficult. Every day is a little celebration to me though, because no matter how much time goes by, we always pick up right where we left off. She’s getting married this summer, and I couldn’t be happier for her and her wonderful fiancee.

Two people who I consider family that just recently came into my life are my friends Sarah Mac & Scott. Last semester, Kit, Sarah, Scott, & I created a family unit that did everything together. We went on adventures, cooked family dinners together, took way too many pictures, etc… They are a huge part of my life, and although I absolutely love Raleigh, something is missing from each day that I don’t spend with them.

Then there’s Todd. Todd is the one person I absolutely could not have made it through college without. He was my college chaplain/mentor/confidant/friend, and has all sorts of other chameleon like qualities. He had the privilege of meeting with me once (or twice, or okay… 3 times) a week and listening to me ramble… and he still loves me! He helped me through the hardest things I experienced, got excited over the little triumphs with me,Β  and overall, pushed me to come out on the other side a better person!

Then there are Margaret & Menke, my bosom friends who I spent last summer & the one before working with. They somehow understand and love me more than almost any people I can think of- and even though we hardly ever see each other, I consider them kindred spirits.

There are other people that I’m sure I’m leaving out, but for now, this will suffice. I am fully aware that not everyone wants to hear me talk about these things and people, but I just needed to write these things down, to remind myself (and you guys) how awesome my life is because of the people in it.

Uh oh, I hear baby noises in the monitor! Naptime is up!

Her Super Sweet Eighteen?

26 Jan

So my sister’s turning 18 next week.

How to begin describing Ashelyn… Hmm…

Let’s just say she has a flair for the dramatic. And by flair, I mean more like a huge neon sign blinking & pointing to her head shouting to passersby, “Hey girl, HAAYYYY!”

She is absolutely one of my favorite people in the entire world, but we have little in common when it comes to things like this. My ideal birthday would be one spent with my best friends and family hanging out at my house or a cozy coffeehouse.

Let me give you a breakdown of the extravaganza that is being put on for Ashelyn’s 18th.

I suppose I should preface this by mentioning that apparently (unbeknown to everyone else) she has dreamed of someone throwing her a surprise party for her entire earthly existence. When presented with this knowledge, I did the only thing any self respecting older sister could do: I called my parents and told them they should throw her one.

Seems like the problem would solve itself, right? She calls me, tells me how she’s always wanted a surprise party, I tell our parents, they throw her one, and everyone is happy.

No way. It couldn’t possibly be that easy.

Enter: Dramatic Flair.

Ashelyn decides that since no one is throwing her a surprise party (an assumption on a fact that she couldn’t possibly know, in the first place), she should start planning her own party. She chooses a “Red Carpet Theme” and decides that she and all of her friends are going to dress up (as in semi-formal cocktail dresses & suits/tuxedos), walk the red carpet (no one knows where this illusive red carpet is being procured), pose for pictures, and then watch a movie (in some other magical location that isn’t a movie theater).

Needless to say, this isn’t exactly “doable.”

So I talk to my mom again (who is in a frenzy trying to figure out how to put on a party that is over the top yet cost effective and will meet all of these prerequisites) and we put together a party idea that resembles Ashelyn’s idea, while keeping the surprise element, and is also cost effective.

At this point (yesterday, early afternoon), I’m feeling pretty good about myself. In fact, I’m thinking I’m somewhat of a magician.


Since my mom works at a school, she’s going to get a bunch of red bulletin board paper (yes, I know, it’s not carpet… But what can you possibly expect??), and line the hallway and foyer of the house. Then, she’s going to cover the front door with another sheet of paper, which will then be tiled with this logo that I took way too much time designing yesterday:

So the affect will be something like the backdrop of an awards ceremony where they can stroll down the hallway, stop in front of the backdrop, and pose for pictures. I figured there could be music playing, mom with her huge camera, etc.

Ashelyn’s best friend, Marianne, has her birthday on Friday, so we figure she can suggest the 2 of them dressing up and going to dinner, then instead, go back to the house, where all of Ashelyn’s friends will be dressed and waiting for her arrival.

Other details such as a cake designed to look like a star on the walk of fame with Ashelyn’s name on it, punch served in martini glasses, and she, along with all of her friends going out for dessert at a fancy restaurant makes for a pretty solid party idea, in my opinion.

Then there’s more drama.

Just when I think we have things under control, something always happens and everyone freaks out. Last night (only a few hours after the plan was finalized & I’d spent multiple hours working on details), I call my mom, who answers cryptically & will only say “yes” and “no” answers. This is never a good sign. Once she walks into another room and is able to speak freely, she relays the story of what just happened. It went something like this:

Ashelyn: “Well, ok. This is what I’m thinking for my birthday party. [Insert long monologue about dresses, red carpet, movie, etc.]”

Mom: “Um, okay. Where do you plan on having this party?”

Ashelyn: “Ugh, Mom. I don’t know. Just somewhere.”

Mom: “Well, are you thinking someplace like a movie theater? Because that seems expensive to pay for everyone’s movie ticket.”

Ashelyn: “No, Mom. That’s dumb. We’ll go somewhere with a projector screen.”

Mom: “Do you know a place that has one?”

Ashelyn: “Ugh! Mom! No. Aren’t there places that just have them??”

Mom: “Um, I don’t really think so… Would you consider doing something here at the house?”

Cardinal Rule #1 of Surprise Party Planning: NEVER mention any detail of a party that in any way resembles the ACTUAL plan for the party you’re planning to throw. (For reasoning behind this rule, continue reading.)

Ashelyn: “Mom! Ohmygod. That is the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard. What do you think we’re gonna do, walk down the hall and then sit on the couch and watch a movie? That is so stupid. Ugh. [She storms off]”

Enter: Freak out #2.

She basically described the party we spent all afternoon planning, and said that it was stupid and ridiculous.

That’s all the info I have for now. I told Mom to just calm down and we’ll figure something out. Just like everything else, this will most definitely be interesting.

In other news, Pacha tried to eat my lunch yesterday. Stupid little rat.