Dreaming of a White Christmas

Confession: I have an online journal, one that is locked down and only friends that I have made through a certain message board can read. It allows me to share my life more in depth, rant about silly things and make friends with women across the country. That is how Stacey and I met and why when I say that she has seen me at my worst that it is absolutely true.

But this morning I checked it to see what was up with my friends and Stace had posted an update which included a forecast for snow! In Nashville! Just in time for Christmas!!!! Oh how I was jealous! Just itching to get back there since we get more snow there than here. And how it never seemed to happen when I was there.

Although I finally remembered the Christmas several years back when I was getting ready to head to Cleveland to spend the holiday with my parents. Oh, that’s right! It did snow right at Christmas and I was there! A Snoopy dance was forming in my head right at the very moment I was thinking back to that year.

I was hauling my crap and presents down the steps to get everything in my car when I realized I would have to dig my car out of the snow first. That was the year I also learned there was a fabulous little invention called washer fluid that doesn’t freeze. And that I did not have it nor did I have a lot of gas and I would need to get some before I left my neighborhood.

I love the cold weather, the snow and everything that comes with it but have you ever had to use your keys to break the ice around your gas tank? It isn’t a pretty sight. Nor is it a pretty sight when you are trying to figure out how to run the wipers because there is snow falling but the salt that the county sprayed on the roads is coating your window.

I had to stop several times before I even got past Rutherford County just to wipe my window down so I could see. I also finally found this magic fluid that I poured into my washer fluid so I could actually spray the windshield. The roads weren’t great but I managed to get out of town and by the time I hit Manchester I was in the clear for snow but secretly wished I could take it with me all the way to East TN.

So while my friends in Nashville enjoy a white Christmas, I will have to settle with about half a dozen flurries (if I am lucky) and my memory of that one white Christmas that I had. And I am pretty sure that those friends are probably saying some not so nice things about me right about now for wanting the cold and snow to stay around. I am the Cold Miser and Stace is the Heat Miser!

And her little bundle of joy will be here on the 30th and I cannot wait to meet Thumper! And he seems to be quite happy to stay in his mom and be comfy, I just hate to tell him that he has been served with an eviction notice.



What you see is what you get; I am a Nashville girl who is single, again. I use the blog to get my inner, tortured, wanna be writer angst out. One day I just may write a book. I have been stumbling through life for 43 years now, I love to cook, read and figure out more embarrassing ways I can either harm myself (thank you hula hoop of 2010 and the case of the thrown back) or just prove how inept I am at household chores and dieting. The people you read about on here are real but most have had their names changed to protect the innocent and not so innocent. And I really should make a list of them so I can remember! Enjoy, read, mock, laugh and comment, it really isn't difficult. Plus, I would prefer reading comments from real people as opposed to the weird spam comments I keep getting. Plus, I will always find the hardest path to follow and take that one, why would anyone want to take the easy way?!

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s