snowflakes and underpants

Every morning and every night (like clockwork) I check www.weather.com.  I, like my twin sister, am obsessed with the weather.  Well, I should clarify..... winter weather.  Growing up in America's High Five, a.k.a. Michigan, one could always depend on a crisp white winter.  Tree branches adorned with several sparkly inches of frozen glitter, windows clouded with a hair thin layer of frost and the smell of snow.  Yes Virginia, snow has a smell and has a voice.  So here we are in mid- January and it's fucking raining.  Pardon my french however, I'm very disappointed in Mother Nature.  With her bad attitude quite apparent, Momma Season needs to tighten her sporting undergarments and make it frozen rain. .... like a rap video of snow...... snowflakes everywhere.

The other reason why I love winter is because I enjoy snowmobiling.  An old college friend, Nick Culpepper, introduced me to this lovely sport several years ago.  Once I turned on that hog, I was addicted.  I guess that's the trashy side of me-- snowmobiling is basically Nascar in winter.  AND Nascar = trash.



Before I found out I was preggers, Chris and I talked about buying a pair of sweet sleds and hitting the open road.  Now, its best advised to not drop several thousands of dollars on lightening fast snowmobiles.  Dammit.