Monday, January 21, 2013

This darn cold

I don't know about anyone else, but I am tired of this constant, frigid cold. I don't ever remember it being this cold for this long.

  • The tips of my fingers and toes are extra dry and tender, so I have to put lotion on twice as much as usual to keep them from cracking. Stubbing my toes is also particularly painful. Ow.
  • I might as well keep my butter dish in the fridge, because the butter never thaws out enough to spread easily when I have my morning toast.
  • I've been getting a lot of practice walking in my high-heel boots the past three Sundays because I now value warmth more than my own life.
  • I sleep with my socks on now, plus 3-4 blankets (except for last night--I slept with a whopping 5 blankets).
  • I like to save my firelogs for the really cold days, which means I'm burning a log a day, even with heat blasting through my vents.
  • I think my heater really sucks, actually.
  • And then I get my heat bill and the whole situation is more sucky.
  • With the yucky air and my filthy car windows, it was getting difficult to drive through town safely, so I finally coughed up five bucks for a car wash. However, I was too cheap to pay an extra dollar for the power dry, so when I got home there were frozen streaks of water stuck to my car.
  • My toes are sore from all the times I've kicked fenderbergs off my car.
  • I'm actually glad it takes my computer forever to boot up in the mornings; it gives me extra time to unthaw my fingers (sitting on my hands is the most effective method).
  • I hate walking by my front door and the windows of my apartment because that's where the evil cold air is.
  • Sometimes I think I'll get frostbite from walking on the cold tiles in my house.
  • When I was a kid, taking the garbage out was my favorite chore because it took the least amount of time. Now I abhor any chore that requires an extra trip outside. It takes special planning now to rid my apartment of garbage, such as donning Eskimo apparel and timing my dashes outside to coincide with the sun.
  • Why, oh why can't I just have a 15-minute, steaming-hot shower?
  • Walking from my car to my office building is an interesting experience for someone who had a perpetually runny nose.
  • One of my co-workers is in Hawaii this week. I'm mad that I didn't get an invite for an all-expenses-paid vacation from single-digit temperatures. I mean, that's not too much to ask, is it?
  • I actually did laundry a little earlier than I had planned last week because I was out of long-sleeved shirts and baseball socks.
  • I can't wait for Sunday because according to, the high is 43 degrees. Toasty warmth at last. . . .
Okay, rant over. 


  1. Oh wow. It sounds like your apartment's heat really is crappy. I've been taking long, hot baths every morning before the boys wake up - I usually have to add more hot water half way through, but it is lovely. And the tip of one of my fingers has a perpetual crack in it that can't seem to grow back because it keeps drying up and re-cracking.
    Also - I laughed out loud at the the car wash comment and Jaxson thought it was funny also and gave a little *fake* laugh too.

  2. I think part of the problem is that I'm in the basement so it's just colder down there. Last summer I only used the AC for like a month, which was awesome, but this winter has been very not so awesome.

    I don't think I've actually heard Jaxson's fake laugh thing. I'll have to try to get him to do it the next time I see him.

  3. Boy, I am totally with you. I find myself pining for spring time. 43 degrees even sounds just lovely.