January 26, 2006

Hell Frozen Over

Do you ever have one of those days where you just CANNOT get warm? That would be me today. I woke up cold. I got dressed and was still cold. I figured it was just one of those days.

Then I got in my car and saw it was 63 degrees! Sheesh! No wonder! It was frickin’ frigid! Arctic blast and all that, it all became clear. We had a cold front come through and I didn’t even know it.

But then, I was over at Eric’s and saw these pictures of him when he was in the Marines doing his thing in Alaska, having been snowed in on some mountain and folks, I started shivering in my chair. A virtual Earthquake right here at my blog desk.

Good Lord.

First, I’d never have gotten out of that sleeping bag. I’d have decided to hibernate right then and there. Holy crap. I’m sorry, I think I’m damaged from looking at those pictures. I might need therapy. The thought of being that cold is more than this bod and brain can take.

Second, any place I have to use an ice pick… yeah, that’s not for me. The closest I want to an ice pick is to chop up ice from my freezer maybe to make margueritas, but I don’t need an ice pick for that… I can use my blender.

Third, looking at those pix, I'm channeling Sam Mcgee.

Holy crap. And I was freezing at 63.

Posted by Boudicca at January 26, 2006 10:12 PM | TrackBack
Comments

Yeah, I looked at those photos of that crazy man in the snow. That's just not right. Not.at.all.

Posted by: pfb at January 26, 2006 10:27 PM

... "Crazy Man in the Snow"?... heh.... that's me, I guess.... well, back in the day it was...

Posted by: Eric at January 27, 2006 07:29 AM

Good grief, I have my house set at 62! But I'm with you -- no sleeping in the snow for me. Brrrrr.....

Posted by: Richmond at January 27, 2006 07:30 AM

Now I know the real reason... :) It's been balmy up here recently, getting up into the 40s. Still tending to keep downstairs 58 and the upstairs around 52 tough *G*

Posted by: Laughing Wolf at January 27, 2006 07:40 AM

63 in January... that's unbelievably wrong! It's a steamy 28 degrees outside right now.

Posted by: Contagion at January 27, 2006 08:14 AM

I woke to 23 degrees. And I don't even wear a coat!

Posted by: Oddybobo at January 27, 2006 09:11 AM

Reasons I live in North Pole, Alaska...especially in the winter:

I just LOVE always having to plug my truck in.
I like looking like the Michelin tire guy with all my heavy gear on.
Snakes and aligators don't live here.
I so enjoy be stuck in the house for months at a time.
I hate seeing the sun in winter.
I love the bouncy effect frozen tires provide when I first start driving.
Peeing outside generates a wonderful steamy effect.
I am insane.

With sympathy for all you warm fanatics...at -45...this is David signing off.

Posted by: David in North Pole at January 27, 2006 12:47 PM

63!?! Want to trade with me? I'll go to FL for the weekend & you come to NY... It might even get above freezing here tomorrow!

Posted by: Marie at January 27, 2006 03:31 PM

Cold at 63? wow...you had better bring long underwear and a parka for Wolffest!

Posted by: ktreva at January 27, 2006 07:48 PM

Ketriva, Bou's not alone. I have friends here in West Palm Beach who, I swear, start wearing long pants and light jackets when it gets below 78. They're all from up North and moved down here with the idea of never getting cold again. And they LOVE those sweaty, steamy 90-degree, 90-percent humidity days in August.

Posted by: George at January 27, 2006 11:59 PM