Monthly Archives: October 2011



I hate when the late fall season comes around.  The weather becomes different and the leaves change their color. The leaves do look beautiful, but knowing that winter is shortly around the corner is a terrible thought.

Pretty soon we’ll be changing the clocks again, which always mean it’s almost time for the snow and gloomy weather that I hate.  I recently was told that we were supposedly getting some snow this weekend.  If that happens I might cry.

Winter is by far the worst season possibly known to man.  I hate snow, I hate the cold and I just hate pretty much everything about winter in general. This is the season where the most signs of depression hit.  That fact shows that I’m not the only one who hates it.

When the first snowfall occurs, I’ll probably be angry, but what else could I expect? A sunny day? I only wish. I already miss summer and the warm temperatures, the smell of fresh rain and lying on a raft in my pool. Just thinking about summer makes me sad.

A really big thing that bothers me in the winter is that when you have to work in the morning, especially early in the morning, there’s a ton of ice on your windshield. It takes about ten to fifteen minutes to get the layers of ice off the car with a scraper.  On the other side, you are freezing to death doing so with numb fingers while cussing at your car.  I do not look forward to this.  I hate waiting for my car to defrost.  I like to take my time in the morning. I don’t want to worry about my car and if it’s drivable or not.

Another negative about winter is the fact that my car alone isn’t a winter car. I have a Mustang convertible.  My car is rear wheel drive and even though the tread in the back tires is great, I still have no control of it.  It is a bear to drive in the winter and I’m thankful I have more than one car in my household to share during the snowy days.

Snow is just a terrible thing to me. I know many people enjoy this dreadful season, but why? Yes, you can snowboard and go sledding, but is it really all that worth it when you have wet clothes and frostbite after doing so?

I’ve heard that snow is also referred to as “white poop.” I completely agree, it really is crappy and disgusting.  I don’t see how anyone can stand it.

Maybe it’s because everyone is used to it.  Living in Ohio, you pretty much expect snowfall every year.  It’s a guarantee.  I feel like the old retired people. I want to get out during the winters and come back in the summer.  That sounds like a plan to me.

Snow is not fun at all. Slipping all over the ice isn’t fun. Getting electric shocks when you touch something metal after having tons of static cling isn’t fun. Almost getting into a car accident because the roads aren’t paved isn’t fun.  Fun isn’t the word for this stuff. It’s impossible to say so.

I wish snow didn’t exist really. If I could move anywhere that it didn’t snow, I’d be a happy camper.  That’s how much I truly hate it.  I keep going on and on about how much it disgusts me, but I can’t help it, I dread this season every year.

It not only is my most hated season, but it’s also the longest season we have.  It begins early every year and ends late every year.  We Ohioans can never get a break. Every Groundhog’s Day I wonder if that stupid thing will ever predict a shorter winter, but even when it does, it lies to us. We always get screwed with six more weeks of winter no matter what it says.

I already heard it’s snowing in other states now. That is just terrible and I have pity for those who live there. I believe it will snow here soon as well, and I hate that fact. It snowed in April one year, which shocked us all. All I can do is just sigh.

On a completely different level, I have only one positive note about snow that is very brief and short and contains two different things: snow days and Christmas. That is all.


Everyone has regrets. I can’t say I don’t have a little.  I actually have quite a few.  Ever since I was younger, my first regret was giving up dancing.

I was about four or five-years-old when I started dance classes. My teacher was named Miss Lynn.  I went with my cousin.  We did a variety of dance material including tap, ballet and gymnastics.

I wasn’t too good at gymnastics.  Still to this day, I can’t do a cart wheel.  I wasn’t the most flexible in the class.  I couldn’t touch my toes too well without bending my knees and if you asked me to do the splits, forget it.  I was good at somersaults and that’s about it.

I shined on the floor as a tap dancer.  I was always in the middle as well.  It made me feel great that I was placed in the center of the stage.

I always knew what to do when Miss Lynn would demonstrate certain dances we had to do with our tap shoes on. I loved hearing the simple “good job” and “nice work” all of the time. It was a skill I mastered.

Just the sound of the tap shoes was great as well.  That perfect noise they make when they hit the floor gives me chills.  You know you’re dancing right when it sounds so beautiful.

On the opposite of the noisy side, ballet was there.  It was easy to me.  Standing on my tip toes wasn’t hard.  It was a challenge that I could accomplish.

What upset me most about leaving the dance world is that I left only because my cousin left.  I don’t know why I ever left because of her, but it upsets me that I wasn’t a strong individual back then like I am now.  I wasn’t a leader, I was a follower.

Who knows?  I could’ve been the next best female dancer of our time. Maybe I would’ve

been a better dancer than Fred Astaire. I can’t live through my life thinking, “What if?”

I still own a leotard I wore from back in the day at one of my dance recitals.  It may be really tiny, which obviously would be since I was around six when I wore it, but it’s big to me.  It still has a piece of my heart with it.

I never thought I’d leave a world because other’s wanted to.  Like I said, I could’ve been an amazing dancer.  I just up and left something I really loved.

This is probably my biggest regret to this day.  I have other regrets dealing with sports as well.

In my freshman year of high school, I was a three sport athlete.  I played volleyball, basketball and softball.  It ended up being too much where I just stuck to one sport, softball.

I don’t think this was my best choice.  Yes, I could hit the ball far and dive for balls in the outfield, but maybe I would’ve excelled more in volleyball or basketball.

I was so overworked when I played basketball.  I hated it with a passion.  I love the sport but I didn’t have the drive to be all I can be.  My sister had motivation to play this sport.  She played varsity as a freshman and was damn good at it.

In volleyball, I really believe I didn’t give it a second chance.  I love the sport so much.  My sister’s each excelled at the sport, especially my younger one now.  She also played varsity as a freshman.

I play volleyball now and again.  I even joined a league a few years ago, which was fun.  I just believe that if I would’ve stayed in the sport during high school, I would be more satisfied with my decisions I’ve made in the past.

When I think of all my regrets, I tend to get upset.  Listing these few examples really makes me sad that I blew off so many chances to improve in certain skills.

One thing about regretting something is that you have to let it go.  Regrets and mistakes, they’re memories made.  I never thought back then that my choices would affect me today.  I guess I still have some learning to do.