Songs You Shouldn't Be Thinking of In May

Confused

Did someone want to go ahead and let May know that it's not August? And while you're talking to months, ask what happened to April, 'cause really, let's be honest, May came in April.

Making The Best Of It

Two east of Toronto girls showing how it's done.


The hockey card shot.


Who needs a helmet when you have hair like Steve's?


Jacques Plante wannabe.


Who says you can't be cold and sexy?

Maaaaaarching To Which End

Psssst, hey, March, yeah, you, I gots a question for you; it may involve a deal. Ok - so you know how you have that Lion/Lamb-Lamb/Lion thing? Well, which is this? 'Cause I'd like to propose that we call this one Lion. When it feels like -25 and the wind gives me an ice cream headache it reminds me of lions. Ok, it doesn't remind me of lions, it reminds me that Jesus hasn't come back yet. But you get the picture.

Let's just make it easy for you. We'll all say that you came in like a terrible, carniverous, fearsome lion. There is no need for precipitation of the frozen variety to prove your point. I'm already convinced. So you be all scary for a bit longer and then you can go right ahead and make a gradual and seamless transition into lambliness. Deal? Deal.

I'm glad we had this little chat.

Muscle Rub

Dear the weather,

I'm pretty happy about this lack of snow thing. Or even this snow then rain, then snow then rain thing. Mostly I like less snow. But these changes in temperature and pressure man, they are having their way with my knees and my head. If you could just go from one to the other, that would be ok.

Thanks man,

Lstew

When You Work From Home...

... you don't fall asleep thinking of snow days.

Why I Think Winter Is A Crock O' Nasty

I know its only November and it hasn't even got really snowy or really cold yet. But as the white begins to pile up here in London I am already reminded of why I think winter is dumb. Do I think there are some profoundly beautiful and awe inspiring parts of winter - yes. Do I think there are some fun things you can do in winter that you can't do at other times - yes. Those things are not the point of this ranting, griping, crank.

My main complaint with winter (aside from sub zero temperatures) is this: everything takes longer (I have composed many songs about this in my head). You could accuse me of western rushing attitudes and tell me that winter is God's way of making me slow down. You could do that, but you'd be wrong.

Let's compose a little list of things that take longer because of winter and all its accoutrement.

1. showers - no longer can I dash out apres shower, now everything must be moisterized lest it dry up and fall off or crack, itch and burn
2. getting dressed - just throw on a dress? heeeeck no! long johns, pants or tights ('cause dem hose just ain't gonna cut it), shirt, long sleeved shirt, sweater - layers, layers, layers - a person could die of skin suffication.
   
3. leaving the house - throw on flip flops, grab keys and go - oh, no. put on socks, put on boots, put on and zip up 20lbs coat, find hat, find mitts, begin sweating
4. using a car - fight polar bear on way to car, use mitts to dig way into car, start car, I said saaa-aaaart the car, turn up anything that makes heat and defrosts things, dig out scraper/brush, scraaaape scraaaaape scraaaaape, brush brush brush brush brush <-- repeat brush and scrape routine for 20 minutes, brush snow and ice off self, wring out now sopping wet mittens, get in car. oh, not so fast - silly, you forgot that you have to shovel the driveway in order to even get this freshly cleared car out. i hope it's not snowing heavily while you're shovelling 'cause all your hard brushing work is about to get undone
5. driving anywhere - main roads are plowed and salted? sweet! what's that? you don't live on the 401? oh, your house is on a purely residential street, oh and that won't get plowed until 4pm the day after it snowed like mad. ok, so it takes you 20 minutes to ram your way out to a main route (this is added to the 20 or so it took you to get your car ready to leave the driveway - and add to that the half an hour it took you to shovel) . now you're on that main route but traffic is moving at an astounding 36 km/h which should have you at work only 3 hours late (you have second thoughts about having won in the fight against the polar bear and wonder if just having let him eat you would have solved a lot more problems).

So by my count something (exiting the house and getting to a main route in a city) that would have taken you 5 minutes in June has now taken around an hour and a quarter. And there my friends is my just some of the fuel for my fire of thinking winter is dumb.

In The Quiet Misty Morning

I think Brantford was abducted by aliens as I was driving through it last night.

This Isn't Right

Here is what I came back to last night (some pics taken last night, some this morning - all of them gross):









There are limbs and whole trees down all over the city. Cars have been smashed by falling debris. My one roommate said that the snow was touching the bottom of the car as she drove down our street to get to work. It's a mess. It's not creationally normative to have snow on the ground before Halloween. I'm glad that its supposed to get up to 15C here tomorrow. Take that snow!

Further Proof That I Serve A Loving God

I'm heading to Hamilton tonight to attend a gala dinner (it's a gala day for me), and then I'm staying over night with one of the couples attending the event. In the morning I will go to the chiropractor (whom I miss so dearly).

I am happy to announce that by doing these little things, I should miss this:


Yup, that says 10cm of snow. At time of publishing Hamilton is not expected to get any precipitation during the same period. So I will go to Hamilton, let it snow, and then come back to London after the yuck is done. And all this planned weeeeeks in advance.

Thank you Jesus.

I May Be Reaching Adulthood

(over msn)

Dad: so, you going to that hot tub party?
Me: nah, its real snowy, and i'm real tired. i think i'm gonna stay in and do my taxes.

I'm Not A Dwarf, I'm A Girl

Excited

Sometimes I'm excited to see my parents. They are coming on Friday. And since I only went home for one weekend and one 24hr quickie this semester, well, I just miss them. They leave on Saturday and then a week after that I will leave to go home for a few weeks. Then I'll have a lot of loving. We all know I love loving.

FYI

I'm house sitting in Ancaster from Sunday afternoon until the following Saturday afternoon. So if you're trying to get a hold of me its best to do it electronically or via my cell.

The Great Valentines Dump of 07

I tried to get cupcakes last night. It didn't work. Here is what I encountered...


That is my car.


That is snow up to my knees in the path to the driveway.


Trying to shovel out my car.


The bbq.

I had to leave the house today for allergy shots...


We couldn't see out any of our windows.


My car.


The rest of the driveway


The end of the driveway.

The end of the post (the rest of the pics can be seen here).