Suziecreamcheese Sings the Blues

Spring – what a wonderful word

Only 24 days away.   I expect a blizzard on March 22nd.   

Once again I find myself annoyed by people who are posting that they want more snow, they want a huge storm.  I thought we just had a pretty big one, 20 inches isn’t exactly a coating, folks.   I think they do it to annoy, which is annoying in itself.   

So instead of working on things for school, I’m staring at the computer and thinking that I hope those people who want a foot get one, right up their asses.   I don’t comment any more.   It’s just not worth it.   But I really do hope they get a foot.   

(Up their asses)

I just submitted my homework and I’m not feeling good about it.   But I couldn’t stress about it any more, it’s done and that’s that.  I think I’m okay, I only have to get 60% and I’m sure I did at least that.  

On to more fun!

It’s Monday and I’m sick of Winter

Yesterday, actually a week ago, the fearcasters starting talking about a massive snow storm that was gonna bury us for weeks and months and FOREVER! As it’s gotten closer, it’s gone from, “oh, crap, we were wrong, not gonna be anything at all,” back to “OH MY GOD WE’RE ALL GONNA DIE!”   

I follow a couple of weather pages because I have snow anxiety and I need to know the forecast so I can worry for days instead of just hours.   A few are saying that it’s too soon to call for specific amounts.   (Thank you)   Others are screaming about blizzards and snow being measured with yardsticks.   

A few have commented, before being totally shut down, that it’s merely causing panic to talk about such huge amounts this far out.   Others are screaming that people need to be prepared!  Because WE MIGHT ALL DIE!!!!!!!!!!   

Four years ago we got back to back storms.  One dumped 18 inches, and the next one, a couple days later, dumped a foot.   I hated every minute of it.   But we survived.   We got bottled water, we got beer, we brought wood down to the patio so we could get it easily if we needed it.   

If we get a ton of snow, we’ll survive.   We don’t really need to know days and days before the event that we MIGHT get snow.  I just don’t understand the need to have updates for days in advance.   

I just realized it’s been almost 3 weeks since the initial foot injury

Yeah, it’s not a problem, no reason to go to the doctor

feh

I wish

Apparently my best trick is pissing people off

Well, we all have to be good at something

I have snow anxiety

No news there

I follow several weather pages on facebook, check the national weather service, accuweather (which isn’t very), weather channel (please stop naming snow storms, it’s stupid) and the local tv stations.   It’s supposed to snow tomorrow.   The forecasts call for anywhere from 2 inches to over a foot.   I’ve never seen such disparity and I’m confused as to what’s going on.   

My chondritis isn’t flaring at all.   Every time we’ve had bad weather, I’ve had pain, searing pain, sharp pains, pain that put me on the sofa with a heating pad.   I started taking coconut oil and tumeric and there’s been a huge improvement – but I’ve still had aches and pains when it’s been cold and when it’s snowing and when it’s raining.   I got nothin this time.   So we shall see.   Are the fearcasters right?  Are the local stations right?   This will be interesting.

My y best friend rescued a Yellow lab almost three years ago- his name is Zeke

Zeke has issues 
I am one of the few people he trusts – and this baffled everyone until I told one of my friends about the first time I met Zeke
It seems that everyone approached him with caution, having heard that he had Issues
I sat down on the floor and held out my arms to him
He climbed all over me, jumped on me, mouthed me – pretty hard but didn’t break skin – and I laughed and laughed
It seems that I established myself as not as threat and just a playmate

I’m quite proud of this, of Zeke for accepting my love, and of myself for offering it so easily

I walked out that night with bruises on my body, but joy in my heart

Zeke still has issues, and I still get on the floor with him, and he still jumps all over me and leaves me with bruises – and he still makes me smile.   

I so often feel that I’ve failed the ones I love.   I haven’t failed Zeke.