Alcoholidaze

For those of you who are less than enthusiastic about Christmas and all of its accompanying hype, I present "the Alcoholidaze." A new kind of winter holiday that brings warmth and joy.

So pour yourself a cup of cheer and toast in the New Year!

Happy Alcoholidaze!

Credit for this new holiday is given to the guy that talked to that lady I know from the place.

SKI PANTS

I wore ski pants to work today.

After putting on my professional career clothing, doing my makeup, styling my hair, I put ski pants on in order to leave the house.

It felt like a supreme loss of dignity to be going anywhere other than skiing or snowshoeing in a pair of ski pants. They just don't say 'I'm a career woman.'

The fact that I work at a University also contributes to the ski pant related loss of dignity. All of these young adults, dressed stylishly for their day of classes and flirting, and I'm a big lump of ski pant.

But at least I didn't freeze!

Into the Winter...

I'm not usually fond of winter. Well, to tell the truth, most of the time I really hate it. I hate being cold and miserable every time I step outside. I hate having to wear multiple layers of everything just to leave the house. I hate having my glasses fog over every time I go back inside. I hate going to work before the sun comes up and going home after sunset - and not because I'm working overtime. Oh, and I also hate static, my pants stick to my legs and my hair floats around my head like some kind of a wierd science experiment.

However, there are those moments (few and far between) when I'm struck by a sudden appreciation for something wintery. Like the morning I stepped outside and was greeted by trees and shrubs adorned in delicate frost. Absolutely breathtaking!

Then my glasses fogged up because of the way my breath escaped the layers of scarf wrapped around my head and the beauty of the moment was completely and utterly lost!

I have considered that I may have to curb my complaints about winter. Or at least pace myself since I can expect to endure at least 4-5 more months of it. But at the moment, it's hard not to cringe at the thought that winter is just beginning and summer is as far away as it can possibly get.

Maybe I should try to temper my complaints with some positive things about winter. Ummmm, let's see here... oh, i know, you can eat as much as you want, because with all of those extra layers you have to wear, nobody's going to notice a few extra pounds!

On that note, I'm feeling a little snackish, cookies perhaps?