Snow and more...

I hate it. I mean it's almost okay for a "White Christmas" but that's done and over with. That hasn't stopped mother nature from dumping tons and tons of it on us over the past two weeks. I want it to stop like yesterday.

I hate everything about the snow. How cold it is. I hate driving in it. The thing I hate the most is the way snow feels. I remember as a child looking up to the sky and sticking your tounge out to catch a snowflake. Now I make a mad dash to the door~ scarf covering everything but my eyes so it doesn't ruin my make up. I wear gloves, and keep extra ones in my pocket incase those get wet. I wonder if that speaks volumes on how shallow I must have become, or how I've lost that childhood carefree spirit.

I've repeatedly over the last few days ( and I think it's in my about me section too ) have equated my life as a snowglobe anyway. Just as things begin to settle, someone/something comes and violently shakes it all up again. Perhaps that's where my aversion to the snow comes from.