Snow

I have been wanting to blog about this for a bit now, but have found no free time to blog or do anything. I have been all consumed with work and working out. Just as a side note, I will NOT be testing for my black belt. I will be testing for my last black stripe..... the one before black belt. There was a bit of miscommunication from my teacher. I WILL be testing with all the black belts, separate from the rest of the class and will be expected to know all the black belt shit. I am TOTALLY fine with this. I don't feel like i was fully ready to do this, even though i have been practicing like mad and have had no life cause of it and i just come home and sleep....... so that is my update on why i have been a bad blogger and all that fun stuff......



SNOW!

So, i just don't get excited over snow like i used to. As a little kid, you had visions of it going over your head and you were in a new wonderous world that had tunnels and fortresses made of snow. As a early teen, visions of sledding down massive hills and snow ball fights were all I wanted to do. Jr High and High School those hills got scarier and the vision of snow days where i would not have school was the best thing in the world. An unexpected day off. Snow was the best thing in the world. I remember my friend Jen and i driving home on the highway in the craziest snow storm where we couldn't go over 5 mph. It was scary and exciting all at the same time. An adventure. College, i remember having a snow ball fight in Grant Park, Chicago (you know, the park with the fountain that you see in the beginning of Married with Children), and having it be east coast vs. west coast. Us evil east coast people killed the west coast guys and made sure there was chunks of ice or rocks in the center of the snow balls.

What happened to those happy snow filled moments? Is it cause i seem to get less and less of them? I see them as a total pain in my ass. I think, Oh great how is this going to affect my commute. I don't get snow days from work. I still have to trudge in the snow to get there to earn my keep. The only fun thing about snow is watching my dog leap frog in it and playing with him. But that is all the enjoyment i find in it. I just want the seasons now to jump from fall to spring. And this year all we have had for snow is a couple inches, immediately followed by rain, which messes up the snow and makes it a total bitch to walk through. You are soaking and miserable. And the fact that NYC does not plow annoys me even more. They just let the cabs drive over it until it disappears.

I have had some fun snow days in my adult life. But i can only count them on my one hand. The first one was when i just got out of college. I was working at Urban Outfitters in Boston and we had a freak late March snow storm where it dumped about 5 ft of snow in one day. I remember I was salaried, so i didn't have to worry about getting paid. This was the ONLY time they closed the store due to weather. My roommate and I trudged to the grocery store, which is usually about a 15 minute walk, and it took us about an hour to get there. It was fun cause you felt like a kid again. Where the snow made it hard to get through. Another where I was working at the art foundry and we had only a couple of us in the mold making room. For some reason we decided to get drunk and high while working, cause it was dead and noone was really there. Our supervisor was there, but had no clue what was going on, but knew we were getting increasingly more messed up each time he entered the room. But does that count since it is a situation because of the snow and not the snow itself? Another fun snow moment was when we got our dog as a puppy. We had a crazy snow storm right before New Years Eve. We took him outside and threw him in the huge snow banks and made him "fetch" snow balls. Lastly, I was working for an artist in Brooklyn. We would always go outside for our breaks and play soccer or throw a frisbee around. This time we went out and had a huge snowball fight, hiding behind cars.

Now all i can think of doing is moving to Mexico and staying warm. I feel like my inner little old lady is coming out. Is it what happens when we get older? Just can't take the cold? Or is it that work takes away the enjoyment of winter fun? This is where i become jealous of my husband and all my teacher friends. They get that phone call in the morning saying- No School! and i have to get my ass out of bed in the freezing cold apartment and trudge out hating life. Jobs need to have snow days. If they want their employees happy...... that would be a great way to enforce it.