Frostbite builds character

So, apperently when it gets cold out, one is encouraged in wearing coats. This is a problem for me, but I cannot remedy this issue. Here is my dilema. I shall re-create an everyday scenerio for you. Here goes....I look outside and I notice my truck is covered in what appears to be powdered sugar. After realizing that my truck has not been vandilized, and that it's just frost, I conclude that it is cold outside. (Here's where my problem comes into play) Why should I wear a coat for the 10, ok maybe 15 seconds that I am walking to my car? As soon I hop in the car and start it, I can turn the heat on. Now I'm sweating...I then escape from my "Straight jacket" and hurl it to the backseat with all the other coats in "Coat's hell." Can you comprehend my issue with coats? You learn to live without them after playing baseball all your life...So, basically in order to avoid this fiasco, I avoid wearing coats. And just for clarification, my lack of coat wearing has nothing to do with getting sick a lot.....

Thank You For Hot Drinks

Apperently, this month is gratitude month. My awesome sister-in-law, Ange, reminded me of this. She is like a super hero who saves the day. Somebody get her a cape please. So, as I was driving/sleeping into work today, I realized how thankful I was for hot drinks. Tea is my most favorite beverage of all time. One can drink it cold on warm days or drink it hot on cold days. There are many differant ways in consuming this soothing liquid. As a symbol of my gratitude for tea, I will compose a poem...right now.

It makes me happy when I'm sad
It helps forgive when I'm mad
It warms me up when I freeze
And on top of ice attracts bee's
It's caffine cooks in my veins
it keeps me grounded and sane
It's nice to have when I arise from my nap
But really really sucks if you spill it in your lap
The end
The end


Basically, I like tea.

Can I get an Amen?

What's the point?

I have this thing called Jasper. He is my blog. Despite feeling like a girl, I think that I will enjoy this new aspect of my life. I guess I turned into a "Blogger." Man, that sounds sick to say. I think I should get a prescription for this social disease. It's like my facebook or myspace isn't enough information of myself on the web. At least I'm an easy target now. Let's face it, everyone has a little "Stalker" inside of them. If anyone wants to find anything about me, all they have to do is click on the "About Me" section of my profile. I try not think about how I initially gave birth to Jasper. What I focus on is how stupid he is...I mean, how stupid I am(Jasper). For the record, Jesse is a girl for all this, and will never hear the end of it....