Thursday, January 31, 2013

it's the little things

I had to drop Jamey off at school a little after 6 this morning. He woke me up and I stumbled down the stairs into my coat and went on autopilot as I drove to the hospital. When we were near our exit I finally was becoming aware of my surroundings and looked at the speedometer. I was going 5+ under the speed limit. I was shocked and told Jamey. He just laughed and said I'd even been going slow in the 35 zone and cars were speeding past us. And that's when I knew. He really loves me. He didn't say anything, didn't nag, didn't yell at me to go faster, he just laughed to himself and let me go on existing in my content stupor. I don't know that I'd have the same restraint if the roles were reversed. I love Jamey so much. He is perfect for me in so many ways and I am so grateful he is mine.

Tuesday, January 22, 2013

for me, hell would be an icicle

I can brave the cold, I can tough it out, I can wear layers upon layers of socks, sweaters, mittens, and scarves...but I will never like it. Actually, I take that back. I like it when it's snowing outside and I'm inside in my pajamas under a blanket watching a movie or reading a book or baking. With the heater on. But not outside. I will never like the cold outside. The first week back from Christmas vacation I got up and ready early to start my errands. I left a solid 20 minutes to defrost and scrape my car. I knew it was a foot and a half under snow, but I didn't know there were 3 inches of ice under the snow. I broke the scraper, then the windshield wiper. Then I went back inside. There was no snow, no ice, no frost today, just the bitter cold. I take showers, and I can't get them hot enough. If I don't come out looking like a lobster it was a waste. I can walk barefoot on Las Vegas asphalt in the summer (or used to could). I love the feeling of sweating from every pour on my body while basking in the sun next to a pool. But I don't like the cold. You couldn't pay me enough to visit Antarctica. I would ask why you hate me so?