Winter

Winter. Ew.

I can't stand the winter. At least not in the Idaho tundra (ok, a bit of an exaggeration). I've been pretty miserable lately because of it. If I stay inside all day I do nothing and it's totally depressing. If I leave the apartment I either fall on my rear or go ice skating in our 4 Runner (again, a slight exaggeration, but not by much). Zack made me go to the store with him last night and I about had a heart attack when a Malibu slid right through the intersection with a red light. No one was hurt but that happens all the time here and people do get hurt. The second winter hits I swear I turn into a different person. I go crazy because I'm inside all day in fear of leaving the apartment. Who on earth decided this would be a good place for a University and for people to live? I don't know how people survived here over 100 years ago. They even claim the winters are getting milder. What? It was like 20 below a couple weeks ago (and that's not the worst I've experienced out here)! I hope and pray with all my might that when Zack graduates we move somewhere more temperate. Extreme heat and extreme cold do strange things to me.

Here's a little poem I wrote about winter:

Winter. Ew.
Shoveling snow. Ew.
Chapped lips. Ew.
Cold, cracked fingers. Ew.
Icy roads. Ew.
Slippery steps. Ew.
Frozen nose hairs. Ew.
Frizzy hair. Ew.
Bitter cold. Ew.
Winter. Ew.

:)

Granted their are some nice things about winter like snowmen, hot cocoa, and snowboarding; I'd much prefer visiting winter on a mountain at a time of my choosing.