Now don't get all bent out of shape...

Ugh. Can I please express the utter displeasure that I experienced this morning when I was unceremoniously yanked from my bed at the disgusting hour of 7 am to find 4 inches of snow outside my window?
(I'm allowed to complain about the weather, I'm from Utah.) I'm completely over this whole snow thing. Don't send bad vibes my way, Amanda. It can snow in Pleasant Grove all it wants so long as it rains in Salt Lake, okay? Here's the list of reasons why snow and I should only have contact on a very limited basis:

-I'm short, so my pants drag on the ground unless I wear heels which isn't a good idea because...

-I'm clumsy. Case in point, this morning I slipped on ice and planted myself on the front lawn. I was wet for hours.

-I throughly loath driving in the white stuff. It's slippery and icy and scary.

-I don't think that I look  so great in hats, so I rarely wear them which means that the snow ruins my hair.

-I absolutely hate when my feet are cold. No matter what kind of shoes I wear, my feet are always cold when it snows.

-Frozen mascara? So hard to put on.

-While the clothes are darling, I hate being hot under my jacket while my extremities are freezing.

I have a feeling that a move to warmer climates is definitely in order.

Oh the weather outside is frightful...

Cliche? Maybe. Honest? Completely. I was almost blown over in the Target parking lot today whilst running my pre-storm errands. (You don't think that coconut chap stick is a pre-storm necessity? Then you're not me. No judging me on my own blog. It's the number one rule of being my friend.) 

Anyway.

We've been hearing for days that Armageddon is the form of a massive snow storm is going to hit Utah this afternoon and tonight. Apparently it's going to be epic and horrible. They actually went as far as to issue a blizzard warning. I remember the last time they issued a blizzard warning. I was 18. It was the day after Christmas. My dad drove me from Pleasant Grove all the way up to Salt Lake to work and then had to turn around and pick me up again because they closed the store. There were snow piles as tall as me on the streets. (I'm not, by any means, insinuating that I am tall. I'm a midget by most people standards, I'm just trying to give you a visual.) I love me some snow, but am petrified of huge storms. The idea of being stuck in the house? No power? No where to go? So not my idea of fun, unless I had a really handsome guy to cuddle with me and make me hot cocoa. But I don't have that.These are the moments where I lament the fact that the Bewitched nose wiggle doesn't actually produce anything. Also, that apparation doesn't actually exist. It would be delightful to just pop myself home for Thanksgiving so I didn't have to worry about driving in the snow. But since wishing doesn't really get me far, for now I have mint M&Ms and Oceans' 11. And 12. And 13.

And a stack of Christmas cards to make. Ya'll should get excited because, let's be honest, I'm going to get cabin fever in like 4 seconds once this wall of snow hits Salt Lake and that makes me punchy. 

A little randomness for your viewing pleasure...

-I decided at 2:00 this morning why I love Jane Austen/Elizabeth Gaskel movies and books so much more then most of the modern day crap that comes out: the characters in Jane and Elizabeth's novels actually take time to really fall in love, none of this meeting on the street and falling for each other in like 10 seconds. Honestly though. I mean, yes Margaret Hale and John Thornton had a mutual dislike for one another in the beginning, but it all turned out great, now didn't it? Mr. Darcy may not exist in real life, but the idea that it takes longer then 4 seconds to decide whether or not to spend the rest of your life with someone does. (This was also part of a very bad reaction to a terrible movie with Jennifer Lopez and Alex O'Loughlin. It was epically bad.)

-I will never understand why when I'm on my way to work and I'm in a hurry I hit every single red light, but when I need to put on my make up or eat my dinner on my way to work it's green lights all the way. Doesn't karma understand that a girl's gotta eat?

-It drives me absolutely crazy when people from out of town complain about the weather in Utah. If you hate it so much then just leave. We like all four of our seasons here, thank you very much.

-I caved. I know that I usually don't listen to Christmas music until Thanksgiving is pretty much over, but I had a pretty dreary week and just couldn't take it anymore. The sweet sounds of the Reliant K Christmas album have been filling my car on a regular basis.

-Let it be known in the Verse that I hate making big decisions. I love to dream up fantastic stuff to do, but ask me to decide between two or more dreams? I'm ready to pull my hair out.

-While I'm a fan of all the classical Disney princesses, my favorite by far and away is Mulan. She's so freaking awesome. And she can kick people's trash. None of this waiting in a tower for someone to climb her hair/bring back her lost shoe/kiss her awake. She's 112% awesome.

-I am turning into an old woman. I've been going to bed at 9 pm and I love it more then anything.

-After an unusually bad math exam yesterday, I told my mom that I wanted to call my professor a sadistic whore. Lucky for me, she reminded me that doing so would get rid of all of my karma chips and cancel out all the prayers that I'll pass the class. Thanks for the perspective, Mom.

-After tutoring for almost 2 years, I've decided that I don't want to marry an athlete. I know what kinds of things they do and say when 'no one' is around.

Have yourself a merry little Monday...

As a rule, I usually don't care for Mondays all the much but today is the first day of my official winter break and where am I spending it, you ask? Well, on the 6th floor of Rice-Eccles Stadium of course. See, there are lots of reason why I love my job, but one of them is the fact that since I'm working today and NO ONE is in the office, I can kinda do whatever I want. I've already checked all the holds, returned all the messages, checked my email, and about a million other little things, so until someone decides to call us up and ask questions, I'm on my own. It's a foggy morning and you can't even see the scoreboard outside the window behind me, let alone the parking lot outside the one in front. It's better than a cloudy day because my office is still light. I have all the shades pulled up on the windows and the heater going. There's a whole bag of Cadbury Christmas eggs on my desk and all in all, life is good. Here's to having myself a merry little Monday.

This, my friends, is my new favorite winter song... let me know what you think.
I want a snowfall kind of love
The kind of love that quiets the world
I want a snowfall kind of love
Cause I'm a snowfall kind of girl

I want a snowfall kind of love
That lights up the sky from below
I want a snowfall kind of love
That brings people to their window

Won't you bury me in your quiet love?
Oh bury me in your quiet love
Oh bury me in your quiet love
And we will blow away

I want a snowfall kind of love
The kind of love that keeps you in bed all day
Oh I want to look through with you
And watch it all melt away

Won't you bury me in your quiet love?
Oh bury me in your quiet love
Oh bury me in your quiet love
And we will blow away

The Most Wonderful Time of the Year...

It's no secret that I adore fall. It's also no secret that I adore snow. Yes, you can blame me for praying for it on a regular basis as soon as November 1st hits. I'm sorry, but it's the truth. Don't hate me. Anyway, as I was driving to work this afternoon I was flipping through the radio channels and FM100 has already started playing Christmas music (which I'm morally opposed to. I am my father's daughter through and through on this one. No Christmas until after Thanksgiving) and heard the end of my all-time, most favorite, played-on-repeat-all-season-long Christmas song: I'll Be Home For Christmas. And even though I detest listening to Christmas music before Thanksgiving, I let it play. It was snowing and I was all warm and stuggley in my car (feeling perfectly safe driving thanks to my new tires and my wonderful daddy) and I remembered once again how much I love this time of year. I love that I have an excuse to go home a lot to do things like make candy with my mom or for family Christmas parties. I love that EVERY time I go home my whole house smells like cinnamon. I love that finals are almost here and that means the semester is almost over. Basically the ONLY downside to all this is that is ends too fast. So here's the the start of my very favorite time of the year....