but only if it’s snowing and I don’t have to drive anywhere. I love sitting in silence, cup of cocoa or tea in my hand, watching the snow fall in…wherever, really. It’s something I started doing when I lived in the desert, in Escalante, UT.
We had this gorgeous bay window, overlooking a vast expanse of nothing but tumbleweeds, Joshua trees, dirt, and rock. The ground was horrible for growing anything other than dry plants, and there was a constant water shortage, so it never mattered anyway.
But, for the one week of the year where we’d get actual weather, it was beautiful. The sun would be hidden perfectly behind a sky full of nice, big, puffy clouds. The grey tinting to the world would be just enough to calm everything.
I remember things strangely vividly sometimes. I had a big, green copy of Gone With The Wind, and I was sitting on the cushions in the bay window. My mother had made me a cup of cocoa (if nothing else, the woman was an excellent cook….and made hers from scratch) to warm me up, and I snuggled in for a good read.
And, then…something I hadn’t thought I’d see, living do far south. Fluffy little snowflakes fell slowly to the ground…I was distracted enough to sit, mesmerized in the window, for about an hour…doing nothing but watch the snow fall.
Snow in the desert has a special beauty to it. There’s not a lot of grass…there is a lot of dirt….and the way the tawny and rust and white mix together…it’s a fascinating mix of colors…
So, while the snow fell this morning, I reminded myself of that moment…and I grabbed the nearest child (which happened to be Kadence, who spent the night last night)…
And we watched the snow.
First, let me get this out of the way. I’d love for you to buy a t-shirt.
Ok, there we go, on with the shards!
1. I think I drank an unhealthy amount of water yesterday, because I’m feeling like I’m swimming. I bought a bottle of SmartWater (Glaceau) yesterday to try it, and the bottle itself is 33.8 oz, 1 liter, or 1 quart. Pick a measurement. Anyway, so, it’s a clear bottle, and the way the label is printed, there are (not so) hidden messages on the inside of the label. On talks about vapor distilling being teh aw3some, and the other has a goldfish…and I wanted to uncover the goldfish. I didn’t hit my goal, because, by the time I got home, I wanted to unwind and have a beer 
. My 1/4th of a bottle of SmartWater is still sitting here, waiting for me to uncover the goldfish….and I’ve peed, like, 20 times tonight. I’m thinkin’ I need a water break 
(I know you didn’t want to know that. This is my “Not Care” face )
2. Something’s wrong with my microphone. I found this out the other day when I went to start podcasting (one of my goals for the year, and December’s next month). Oh, well. I’ll just keep blogging! Bastard microphone, anyway
3. What is it with taking offense to stupid shit like “Ho, Ho, Ho”? Seriously?!?!?!? I counter that attack with my own offense taking. I’m offended by people who are easily offended. I even made that a t-shirt last night (and I expect y’all to spread the word that I made it. Neener). I plan to buy at least 12, wear them every day, and pass them out to people on the street.
Ok, so I’ll buy one and wear it.
4. Brodie is feeling more regular now that he’s on his medicine. Good stuff! 
He’s had his good days and his bad days, but, well, every kid has ‘em.
5. I’m on a t.v. fast. More of a strike. I’ve stopped giving television (and by television, I currently mean Comcast) my money to not pay Writers. Yes, this is honestly me supporting the strike. I’ve stopped watching streaming video that isn’t amateur YouTube nonsense. Why? Because, writers are VASTLY underpaid unless their stuff is marketed well. And, yes, I mean marketed. 9 out of 10 times, what you’re watching on t.v. isn’t there because the writing is teh aw3some (yeah, already used it, it’s 4:30am). It’s because it was sold well. It was packaged well. The joke about writers ‘daylighting’ by being waitstaff is NOT an exaggeration. So, I’ve stopped consuming advertisement fed via t.v. and internet. I have also stopped reading the news, but that’s for a different reason.
6. As much as I’ve actually tried not to care, I’m sick of being assaulted with Britney Spears. Can we just let her kill her career and be done with it? I don’t really care how much money she has, unless she starts giving some to me. And by some, I mean tens of thousands.
Matter of fact, I don’t want to hear about ANY of the stupid pop tarts.
What does this mean? It means I don’t get to watch CSI, Mythbusters, How It’s Made, and Brodie doesn’t get to watch….Hip Hop Harry. It’s all good, because we’ve got movies, books, and the internet.
7. Speaking of books…I need to make time to read. I haven’t read anything since AUGUST. That’s a looooooooooooong time. /nod.
I’m done That was it.
