Freezing and Sleepy

Two of my least favorite things...being cold, and being tired. That's how I feel today. Yesterday I sat in my car and glared as I thought I saw little white balls of yuck plopping themselves on my car...all hairy and demonish. I think my eyes were playing tricks on me...we aren't supposed to get snow until tomorrow...but I glared at them all the same.

I love my flip flops...and have great pride in saying the only times I'd put my feet into socks in the last 6 months is when I've gone to the gym, or played floor hockey. I feel confident saying I hate socks...and I'm sad that sock season is coming back.

I'm also not very happy that my car starter won't work again until we spent probably about $500 to fix the necessary things on my car to get it working. That makes me want to stay in my home forever. I hate to be cold. And my beloved husband, bless his heart...has seat warmers in his car. Hmmm...maybe I can convince him to switch cars with me for the winter.

Onto a separate topic...I'm glad this blog has become more of a space for ranting. I like ranting. its fun. I love to play floor hockey, but I HATE to play floor hockey against the orange team. I actually lothe them. Last game, one girl...cross-checked me from behind into a wall. Yesterday it was bashing my legs with her stick...I think she also had the rest of her team ganging up against me....cause a different girl was attacking me, and jumped on my foot...and told me "watch it!" (I wonder...was that a threat or...?" (I told her to stop jumping on my feet...and to take it easy). Not only that, but I had slap shots aimed at me several times...and several times they hit me...I can't wait till I'm really good at floor hockey and then I can trip those guys, and smash them and all kinds of fun things...then I can chuckle to myself. Unfortunately (or fortunately) this is apparently a "non-contact" sport...however I received a lot of contact last night. I'm Angry.

What else...Burr...I'm still cold.

I think that's all I've got for today. :)

S