Snow Day
My Life:
Well things are going pretty well. My company came through and I got my paycheck. Wooo hooo.
Commentary:
It snowed last night. There is always something refreshing about snow. A pristine blanket of white covering everything, then Sadie peed in it. Ha, that just reminds me not to eat the yellow snow. I was born in North Dakota and lived in Washington for a few years. Snow was a part of my life. I looked forward to having it to play in every winter. Then we moved to California. My mother actually has a recording of me crying and sing how much I missed the snow and that I hated California because there was no snow in California. This apparently happened in the middle of December when my parents told me that it would only rain.
That year we started making an annual trip to the mountains for a day in the snow. Occasionally it would last longer. We missed a year here and there, but for the most part always went even if it was for just an afternoon. As we got older My attitude changed to hey this is great. We don’t have to have any of the inconvieniances of snow and could go back to it when we wanted to play in it. I loved CA.
A few years later, I moved to the mountains. It was so nice to have four seasons again. I was so excited to have snow. That winter was a tough one. I didn’t really own any snow boots or pants or anything. I spent most of that winter cold and wet or drying off and warming up. It was the first time that I had to deal with snow as an adult. It wasn’t something that I was able to play in any longer. It left puddles on my floor and tracked all through my place. It made the roads hazardous to drive on. It made your nice clothes messy on your way to work. It would melt onto the sidewalks and streets during the day so that you would slip on the ice at night. My first winter as an adult was a tough one to say the least.
The next winter I was discouraged and hoping that it wouldn’t snow. However, I had prepared myself with jackets and snow pants and boots. I had a blast when the snow finally came. I played and had a snowball fight with friends. Then I went home and left my boots by my door so I wouldn’t track it all over my place and changed out of my snow clothes and watched TV and had something to eat. I thought, this is going to suck tomorrow. I had learned much from that first season in the snow. I had clothes that were made for it. I left my snow boots by the door. I learned that with chains I could only drive 25 mph and that with out chains I was still fine if I drove 25 mph, but I didn’t have to get out of my car. Yes, I even learned how to walk on the ice. It’s kind of like getting your “sea legs” once you get them, you get them back pretty quickly.
That winter and every winter in the mountains since was great. I loved snow again. Then I moved to Oklahoma. I was expecting fantastic winters here. I haven’t gotten one yet. They sure are different though. They can be brutally cold, so I’ve heard. What I’ve experianced is entirely different. When we get snow it doesn’t last that long. Just enough to through some snowballs at Sadie and play for a little while, then most of it melts. My snow gear still comes into good use. I haven’t seen enough snow hear to make a snowman without having to clear a field to do it. There isn’t enough to jump off a 10’ porch and land without getting hurt. I miss those things, but I’m still thankful when we get snow. At least here we get some.
These are the first years that I’ve had to deal with snow in a city though. Things are a little different from the mountains. You have people that try to drive like the ground is warm while it’s covered with snow and ice. You have to be careful around these people because the eventually wreck and you don’t want to be involved in it. Also if something happens and you lose control you are more likely to hit something that isn’t a tree. On the bright side you are also less likely to slide of the side of a cliff here. All and all I would love a week or two of Yosemite snow 5’ of some good old fashioned Sierra Cement.
Men vs. Women:
Talking: Chris Rock said in one of his comedey segments that “Women don’t want men to talk, talk, talk, they want us to listen, listen, listen. All women want men to do is ask the right questions so that they can run their mouths.” It sounds bad in print, but it was actually pretty humourous on the radio.
Anyway, I have learned that men and women do look at talking differently. My girlfriend told me that we never talk anymore. I’m thinking “what is she talking about, we talked last night?” Her other one is that I don’t spend enough time with her, and she says this after I spend all day with her for two days in a row. She always says “Jess I know you think I’m crazy, but that is just how I feel.” I always told her that of course she wasn’t crazy, all the while thinking she was in the back of my mind.
Men: Men view talking and time very literally. If I spent 16 hours a day with a woman two days in a row, I have spent a lot of time with her. I have spent almost as much time with her in two days as I did at work all week. Talking, if we spent half an hour talking then we talked for half an hour. If we spend 4 hours debating where we want to go for dinner, then we just talked for 4 hours and we talked.
Women: Women have a very different and I feel, subjective view of talking and time. Guys listen up and pay attention here: For a woman, any and all time spent with her while she is not the center of your undivided attention does not count as time spent with her. In addition, any talking during this time, does not count as talking unless you are talking about something relativly deep while she is the center of your attention. In other words guys, women view time as time that she is receiving your undivided attention and talk as talking about a topic. For example: What was your favorite childhood memory? Or When did you realize that you felt inadiquit about your appearance? The thing that most men dread and women always want to know is very important in the female version of talking. How does/did that make you feel? Yes guys, you have to talk about your feelings.
We view talking about feelings differently: Men usually never say I feel, we say the situation and infer that anyone we are talking to will know how we feel, they may even pick it up from the tone of our voice or the words we use to describe the situation. Women talk about feelings the way men talk about situations. Another major difference is when we talk about situations. Women say: I had/have this situation and it makes me feel sooo (pick a feeling or a few feelings, heck with it select a slew of feelings and insert here) All they want to hear in a reply is I understand. That’s it, maybe give an example of a similar situation that happened to you so they don’t feel so alone.
Men talk about situations wanting advice on what to do or wanting affirmation that they had done the right thing. No feelings. No understanding. Options and affirmation, that is all we want.
I have always loved psychology. I have known that men talk about problems for advice and women just want to know they are understood and supported and loved since I was in middle school. This is the weird part, now ladies pay attention, the first thing that pops in my mind when my gf tells me a problem is to give her advice. I don’t even realize that I’m doing it. We are going to try her reminding me just to support/understand to see how it works. I already know that I’m going to have trouble not advising her though. It feels like it’s incomplete with out advice, men talk about problems to solve them, not to share the experience etc….So women, please be patient with your men, try to give them gentle reminders. We have to go against our natural state of being to do this and we have to learn how.
The Differences:
I hate to tell Oklahoman’s this, but I have finally found something that they have in common with Californians from the “Valley”. Niether of them know how to drive in snow. You have one of three people in both states. People that actually know how to drive in the snow, people that think because they have 4wd that they can do 80 in the snow, and people that can drive 20 on a completely dry hwy because the weather man said there might be snow. This is the way it works: The 20mph hold up the people that can drive meanwhile the 80mph rear end the can drive people because they lose control when they have to slow down in snow and ice. It’s the same way every where you go.
I guess that bad drivers are common anywhere you go. I’ve seen Californians in the South Bay and Oklahomans slow down to 20 mph for fog during the day time that limits your visibility less then if you had been driving at night with out fog. There is always a 16 yo who thinks they are invincible driving wrecklessly who gets themselves in a wreck and gets killed, always a drunk driver who, if they don’t run into a minivan killing an entire family they destroy the family by killing a member of it. There is always a little old man or lady that shouldn’t be driving any more because they are too old, they can’t see that well, their reaction times have slowed etc…and darn people who talk on the cell phone while they drive. Family Circus:Nothing to report today.Sadie’s Kennel:
Today Jesse took me outside to use the restroom. I was so excited to see that it had snowed. I went to the bathroom right away so I could get to playing. Jesse threw snowballs for me and dropped handfulls of it on me. I chaced snow balls until they dissappeard or melted in my mouth. I had such a good time. I love the snow and I wish I could play in it more. Jesse and I have such a good time. I have figured out that I can get up on the furniture when Jesse isn’t home. He hasn’t thought of a way to stop that yet. Wooof HoooofJ. Until next time, WOOF!!!!
Well things are going pretty well. My company came through and I got my paycheck. Wooo hooo.
Commentary:
It snowed last night. There is always something refreshing about snow. A pristine blanket of white covering everything, then Sadie peed in it. Ha, that just reminds me not to eat the yellow snow. I was born in North Dakota and lived in Washington for a few years. Snow was a part of my life. I looked forward to having it to play in every winter. Then we moved to California. My mother actually has a recording of me crying and sing how much I missed the snow and that I hated California because there was no snow in California. This apparently happened in the middle of December when my parents told me that it would only rain.
That year we started making an annual trip to the mountains for a day in the snow. Occasionally it would last longer. We missed a year here and there, but for the most part always went even if it was for just an afternoon. As we got older My attitude changed to hey this is great. We don’t have to have any of the inconvieniances of snow and could go back to it when we wanted to play in it. I loved CA.
A few years later, I moved to the mountains. It was so nice to have four seasons again. I was so excited to have snow. That winter was a tough one. I didn’t really own any snow boots or pants or anything. I spent most of that winter cold and wet or drying off and warming up. It was the first time that I had to deal with snow as an adult. It wasn’t something that I was able to play in any longer. It left puddles on my floor and tracked all through my place. It made the roads hazardous to drive on. It made your nice clothes messy on your way to work. It would melt onto the sidewalks and streets during the day so that you would slip on the ice at night. My first winter as an adult was a tough one to say the least.
The next winter I was discouraged and hoping that it wouldn’t snow. However, I had prepared myself with jackets and snow pants and boots. I had a blast when the snow finally came. I played and had a snowball fight with friends. Then I went home and left my boots by my door so I wouldn’t track it all over my place and changed out of my snow clothes and watched TV and had something to eat. I thought, this is going to suck tomorrow. I had learned much from that first season in the snow. I had clothes that were made for it. I left my snow boots by the door. I learned that with chains I could only drive 25 mph and that with out chains I was still fine if I drove 25 mph, but I didn’t have to get out of my car. Yes, I even learned how to walk on the ice. It’s kind of like getting your “sea legs” once you get them, you get them back pretty quickly.
That winter and every winter in the mountains since was great. I loved snow again. Then I moved to Oklahoma. I was expecting fantastic winters here. I haven’t gotten one yet. They sure are different though. They can be brutally cold, so I’ve heard. What I’ve experianced is entirely different. When we get snow it doesn’t last that long. Just enough to through some snowballs at Sadie and play for a little while, then most of it melts. My snow gear still comes into good use. I haven’t seen enough snow hear to make a snowman without having to clear a field to do it. There isn’t enough to jump off a 10’ porch and land without getting hurt. I miss those things, but I’m still thankful when we get snow. At least here we get some.
These are the first years that I’ve had to deal with snow in a city though. Things are a little different from the mountains. You have people that try to drive like the ground is warm while it’s covered with snow and ice. You have to be careful around these people because the eventually wreck and you don’t want to be involved in it. Also if something happens and you lose control you are more likely to hit something that isn’t a tree. On the bright side you are also less likely to slide of the side of a cliff here. All and all I would love a week or two of Yosemite snow 5’ of some good old fashioned Sierra Cement.
Men vs. Women:
Talking: Chris Rock said in one of his comedey segments that “Women don’t want men to talk, talk, talk, they want us to listen, listen, listen. All women want men to do is ask the right questions so that they can run their mouths.” It sounds bad in print, but it was actually pretty humourous on the radio.
Anyway, I have learned that men and women do look at talking differently. My girlfriend told me that we never talk anymore. I’m thinking “what is she talking about, we talked last night?” Her other one is that I don’t spend enough time with her, and she says this after I spend all day with her for two days in a row. She always says “Jess I know you think I’m crazy, but that is just how I feel.” I always told her that of course she wasn’t crazy, all the while thinking she was in the back of my mind.
Men: Men view talking and time very literally. If I spent 16 hours a day with a woman two days in a row, I have spent a lot of time with her. I have spent almost as much time with her in two days as I did at work all week. Talking, if we spent half an hour talking then we talked for half an hour. If we spend 4 hours debating where we want to go for dinner, then we just talked for 4 hours and we talked.
Women: Women have a very different and I feel, subjective view of talking and time. Guys listen up and pay attention here: For a woman, any and all time spent with her while she is not the center of your undivided attention does not count as time spent with her. In addition, any talking during this time, does not count as talking unless you are talking about something relativly deep while she is the center of your attention. In other words guys, women view time as time that she is receiving your undivided attention and talk as talking about a topic. For example: What was your favorite childhood memory? Or When did you realize that you felt inadiquit about your appearance? The thing that most men dread and women always want to know is very important in the female version of talking. How does/did that make you feel? Yes guys, you have to talk about your feelings.
We view talking about feelings differently: Men usually never say I feel, we say the situation and infer that anyone we are talking to will know how we feel, they may even pick it up from the tone of our voice or the words we use to describe the situation. Women talk about feelings the way men talk about situations. Another major difference is when we talk about situations. Women say: I had/have this situation and it makes me feel sooo (pick a feeling or a few feelings, heck with it select a slew of feelings and insert here) All they want to hear in a reply is I understand. That’s it, maybe give an example of a similar situation that happened to you so they don’t feel so alone.
Men talk about situations wanting advice on what to do or wanting affirmation that they had done the right thing. No feelings. No understanding. Options and affirmation, that is all we want.
I have always loved psychology. I have known that men talk about problems for advice and women just want to know they are understood and supported and loved since I was in middle school. This is the weird part, now ladies pay attention, the first thing that pops in my mind when my gf tells me a problem is to give her advice. I don’t even realize that I’m doing it. We are going to try her reminding me just to support/understand to see how it works. I already know that I’m going to have trouble not advising her though. It feels like it’s incomplete with out advice, men talk about problems to solve them, not to share the experience etc….So women, please be patient with your men, try to give them gentle reminders. We have to go against our natural state of being to do this and we have to learn how.
The Differences:
I hate to tell Oklahoman’s this, but I have finally found something that they have in common with Californians from the “Valley”. Niether of them know how to drive in snow. You have one of three people in both states. People that actually know how to drive in the snow, people that think because they have 4wd that they can do 80 in the snow, and people that can drive 20 on a completely dry hwy because the weather man said there might be snow. This is the way it works: The 20mph hold up the people that can drive meanwhile the 80mph rear end the can drive people because they lose control when they have to slow down in snow and ice. It’s the same way every where you go.
I guess that bad drivers are common anywhere you go. I’ve seen Californians in the South Bay and Oklahomans slow down to 20 mph for fog during the day time that limits your visibility less then if you had been driving at night with out fog. There is always a 16 yo who thinks they are invincible driving wrecklessly who gets themselves in a wreck and gets killed, always a drunk driver who, if they don’t run into a minivan killing an entire family they destroy the family by killing a member of it. There is always a little old man or lady that shouldn’t be driving any more because they are too old, they can’t see that well, their reaction times have slowed etc…and darn people who talk on the cell phone while they drive. Family Circus:Nothing to report today.Sadie’s Kennel:
Today Jesse took me outside to use the restroom. I was so excited to see that it had snowed. I went to the bathroom right away so I could get to playing. Jesse threw snowballs for me and dropped handfulls of it on me. I chaced snow balls until they dissappeard or melted in my mouth. I had such a good time. I love the snow and I wish I could play in it more. Jesse and I have such a good time. I have figured out that I can get up on the furniture when Jesse isn’t home. He hasn’t thought of a way to stop that yet. Wooof HoooofJ. Until next time, WOOF!!!!
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