Showing posts with label winter. Show all posts
Showing posts with label winter. Show all posts

Thursday, February 5, 2009

The Office is back.

Thank goodness, I've really missed it.

Tonight's episode was hilarious. After a pretty lame season so far (seriously, what was with that horrible holiday episode?) , it was nice to laugh out loud again. I was dying when they showed Dwight's "It is your birthday."sign and the brown and black floppy balloons. And when Pam threw the Mounds Bars out during Michael's speech? So funny. 

But what was really funny was the "winter" scenery in the background. Despite the piles of fake snow strategically placed on the ground and cars splashed with fake salt stains and mud, it was hard to miss the healthy green grass and the blooming, leafy trees. Everything looked so alive. Ha. I wish winter looked like that. If you live in a warm climate, you're so lucky.

But, big news! It's supposed to be 50 here this weekend. I can't even wait. I bet ten bucks I'll see someone in shorts. No joke. I'm just excited to put my down jacket away for a few days and bust out my "lighter" winter coat. It's a heat wave!

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

The Saskatchewan Screamer is gonna get ya!

Sounds like the teaser to a cheesy horror movie, doesn't it?

Yeah, I wish.

That Saskatchewan Screamer is a low pressure system that dips in from Canada  and is currently sitting pretty in the Midwest, blasting Chicago with little snowflakes, big snowflakes, crazy wind and a some cute little subzero temps thrown in for fun. 

It's a nasty, ugly, freezing weather monster that is wrecking havoc here. The high for tomorrow? 

-2

Wind chill? 

-30

It's flippin' freezing.

Thank God it has a catchy name, right? Almost makes it sound fun. Or not.

65 days. 65 days. 65 days. 

Repeating that helps me get through this frigid, face-numbing, frost-bite-inducing, stinging, biting cold. Because in 65 days, I'm going to Aruba. One sun-filled, fun-filled, pina colada-filled week of tropical bliss in the Caribbean. I can't even wait. 

But for now, I'll just bury myself under 75 layers and brave the Saskatchewan Screamer. Bring it on!