It's really not that cold here.

I would have posted earlier today but I've been busy at work and then I got busy posting on Anita's Facebook wall where we were having an exciting discussion about loose meat and pork tenderloin sandwiches in Iowa and trying to explain to Amish Annie that Boar's Head is just a brand name and then we discussed Coke and Pepsi and that's why I'm now going to have to write a really quick post on here and it's probably going to be kind of boring and not very good.

It's all Anita's fault because she started talking about oatmeal this morning.

It was approximately 28 or 29 degrees here in Atlanta this morning and that's my favorite weather of all the weather.  I still slept in a tank top and with my ceiling fan on last night.  I threw two quilts on me and throughout the night I threw them off, then pulled them back on.  Threw them off, then pulled them back on.  I did actually wear a lightweight wrap on my way to work this morning but did not use the heat in my car.  When I tell y'all I like cold weather I am not lying.  I still drank my one cup of coffee iced.

There were people walking into my building and you would have thought we live in Siberia.  Seriously, they are outside for less than 5 minutes getting in and out of their car.  Why do they need all of that stuff on?  Gloves, scarves, wool hats, heavy coats.  I live around a bunch of wimps is what is going on.  It's 49 degrees now and I can promise you I won't be wearing my wrap when I walk out to my car.

Having said all of that, I never want to go to NYC again when it's cold as long as I live.

My ex and his family were from New York and one year we decided to go visit his sister who lived on Long Island for Thanksgiving.  A dear friend of mine had never been to NY and she decided to go with us.  This trip involved a layover in Pittsburgh and having to fly over a bunch of water in a teeny tiny airplane with a propeller on the front of it to get affordable tickets.  And let me tell y'all a type of plane I never want to step foot on again.  I think the plane held about 20 people total.  I was scared out of my mind.  Anyway, one day while we were there we planned to take the train into the city and my friend is a shopper, y'all.

It was f*ucking freezing.

I wore tights, leggings, and jeans, three layers of shirts, a heavy coat, two pairs of thick socks, hiking boots, two pairs of gloves and a scarf and I still thought I might die from cold.  I also thought I might not be able to stand up each time I sat down because I was weighted down with so many clothes.  We stopped almost every block or two if there was a coffee shop so we could get something hot to drink and get out of the wind and cold.  We had to stop and buy my ex some warmer boots because he thought he was getting frostbite on his toes. 

And my friend would not agree to get back on the train and go back home.  She wanted to keep shopping.  My ex and I were ready to kill her before the day was up, because not only did she want to shop, but she wanted to buy knock off stuff which is not sold inside where it was warm that we could find - it was all on the sidewalk in small booths with roll down metal doors that they can quickly close when the cops come.

I bought two DVDs of movies that had just been released in the theater and they were only $5 a piece.  Boy did I think I had something special.  When we got back home we decided to watch one and basically a guy had sat in the theater and video taped the movie so you could hear people eating popcorn, you could see silhouettes when people got up to go pee, etc.  Oh it was awful!

Fake daughter posted on Facebook a couple of weeks ago that she was in trouble.  One night it got down to 48 degrees and she slept in her jeans, two pairs of socks, gloves, ear muffs, and two sweatshirts.  And I had the heat on, y'all!  I told her she is going to need to toughen up if she still wants to live here in January and that it's not even that cold here in Georgia.  She keeps telling me that she hopes it snows a lot this winter.  I'm not sure why if she can't handle it when it's almost 50 degrees.  She is also dumbfounded that eventually all of the leaves are going to fall off of the trees.  Oh does she have so much to learn about America still.

And don't worry.  I've told her not to ever go to NYC unless it's August.

I told y'all I like cold weather and I wasn't lying.  I told y'all this was going to not be a very good post.  I wasn't lying about that either.