Guess what? I'm not sick anymore. I know! I only have a head cold but shit- that's better than what I had going on Monday and Tuesday so I'll take it lovers!
The downside to being sick the last two days is that I missed out on super fantastic weather. Like spring weather in FEBRUARY. Folks, that shit just isn't normal. It was in the mid 40's and although I couldn't be outside to enjoy that, I did get angry because the sun was all shining up in my eyes when all I wanted to do was sleep and die.
It was in the mid 50's. You know that is clearly a sign that Mother Nature is going to be on my side this year. I just know it. At least this week she is. So I did what any fat ass, music lover does when you suddenly get the insane thought that maybe, JUST MAYBE spring will come again and free me from the cold dungeon that is Wisconsin for like 7 months of the year.
I went for a walk outside, with my iPod. I wore my light spring jacket, no gloves, sweatpants, my super comfy shoes, and rocked out to my barely charged iPod for two miles.
Homie-oats? It was mah-velous.
But it wasn't all fun and games and singing much too loudly, though I'm sure my neighbors in the ghetto 'burbs missed it. No. It was full of danger.
Danger such as a fuck ton of ice. Now, something you skinny people should note, is that us with a few extra pounds are not stable on ice. Actually, I'm pretty fucking clumsy on dry land, but on ice I'm no good. I'm like a buffalo on ice. It's not pretty and when I go down everyone in a three block radius is going to know about it. Fortunately, I did not fall while on my walk. (That last sentence is key- keep reading).
That spring my parents forced us to go out into what Travis and I have dubbed "Poop Alley" and clean the entire 4 feet by 2 feet strip of yard. It was MOUNDS of poop in various forms of gross. We had shovels and garbage cans. Yes, CANS, plural. After about ten minutes we demanded masks and all we got were the useless painter masks which did nothing to cover the smell. I remember throwing up at least once, dry heaving and gagging for most of the time and crying. In fact, I think we both cried. And then it was a lot of "Shut up! You need to scoop just as much as me or I'm telling mom!" yelling going back and forth. I think it took us an entire day. It was horrible.
So yeah. Spring is coming and my PTSD memories of Poop Alley will be in full effect soon enough. But until then, any day it's a reasonable temperature... I'm going out walking. I said it on my Facebook today that few things make me as happy as walking outside jamming to Manchester Orchestra's Mean Everything to Nothing cd. And it's true. If I had to pick 5 things I want to do.. that is one of them. Consequently, when I walk in the fall I prefer to listen to Death Cab for Cutie's Plans album. Specifically the song "Summer Skin". If you have never heard either of these- hit play on my playlist and rock out.
As a reminder- email me your questions (any and all baby!) to sarastrand9438(at)hotmail(dot)com. I only have one (sad!) for this week- so get them to me before Friday morning. Have a life issue? Friend problem? Vagina problem? Let me know. I'll do my best. ;)