Dear Illinois Weather,
Are you aware that it’s March 15? If not, please take note. It is March 15. It should not be nearly 80 degrees. This is not acceptable. The average high for today is 45. That is a 35-degree difference. I like warm weather just as much as the next person, but I really enjoy the build-up to spring, and here we went from winter to pretty much summer in a week. You’re throwing me off! I keep thinking it’s May, and we haven’t even had spring break yet! I should still be able to wear my cold-weather running gear for another couple of weeks, for cryin’ out loud! So all I’m sayin’ is…back off! Drop back down to the 50s or something. I’d take that! Then, you can go back up to 80 in, say, April or May. Deal? Thanks.
I didn’t go to the gym yesterday. Instead, I went to the Immediate Care center down the road. *sigh* I’ll spare you the incredibly long story, but in a nutshell, I was instructed to run my booty over to the doctor after work because the school nurse said it looked/sounded like I had strep. Awwwwwwesome. So I did. And I don’t have strep. But I did waste an hour sitting there.
Today was supposed to be a cross-training day, but since I missed yesterday’s run, I decided to make it up. But it wasn’t meant to be. I grabbed the wrong pants, apparently. The pants I grabbed are NOT for running. No no. They are not. Why? Because they are just big enough to slide ever-so-gradually down my booty. And since I didn’t want to run 2.5 miles with one hand on the waistband of my pants, I quit after 8 minutes and grabbed a recumbent bike instead. And I hate recumbent bikes. Not as much as the elliptical, but still. I just don’t feel like I’m getting a workout. And now, instead of feeling alert and being in a good mood, I’m still tired and in a grumpy mood. GAH. Must. Not. Eat. Pint. Of. Ben & Jerry’s….
Well, friends, I am feeling the winter blahs for sure. I am annoyed for no reason, and am exceptionally short-tempered. I can’t tell you how many stupid fights I’ve picked (or have wanted to pick) with Paul this weekend. All I want is for it to be gloomy and cloudy and crappy out so that the weather matches my mood. There is nothing worse than a bright sunny day when it is too friggin’ cold/snowy/icy outside to enjoy the sun. If the weather is going to be too cold to go out in, then it needs to have the decency to be cloudy and unwelcoming as well. I want to do nothing. I want to sit inside all day eating chocolate. But I don’t have any because Paul wouldn’t let me buy any at the grocery store. Knew I should’ve gone without him. I can’t even summon the energy to go burn off this bad mood at the gym. If you need me, I’ll probably be in my room listening to Dashboard Confessional and writing about my feelings on my blog.
Tis the season to be jolly. Falalalala, la load of crap.
Yesterday, I was driving out of the Kohl’s parking lot at a whopping 15mph, when a couple at least 100 feet ahead of me began to cross the road to Chipotle. Given my speed, and their distance from me, I knew that there was no way I was going to come near hitting them. And so I didn’t begin to tap my breaks until, oh, maybe 20 feet from them, when they were about 2 steps away from safely crossing the parking lot. But did this stop the woman (who had made it safely to the sidewalk already) from stepping in front of my car to glare at me and shout at me to SLOW DOWN!? No, it did not. Okay lady. Go put a burrito in that mouth of yours. I’d like to add, too, that the man who was with her kept his head down and did not once look up during this incident.
Then, today I was spoken to as if I was the worst person in the world. And it came from a complete stranger. And actually, I should say that she spoke so badly of me (oh yeah, and my parents) in front of my face, but as if I wasn’t there. She was saying these things to my husband and to my mother-in-law. My crime? Saying I’d let a cat go outside. There’s so much more to that story, but I’m still burning up about it, and don’t care to go into the details. Just needed to get that bit off my chest.
I’m so happy to be on break right now. I need a day or two to recuperate from all the anger and hostility of this weekend.
I’m sorry, but how can a stupid piece of tulle attached to a wire comb cost nearly $200? I really don’t want to pay that much money for something I’m not 100% sure I want anyway. Man, the wedding industry seriously cleans up.