Boo For Colds!

Okay, so in retrospect the title of this post is super-negative and I don't really feel all that negative right now.

But I'm also too tired to change it.

I'm still working on my list of goals and how I'm going to accomplish them. Little Man and I made dairy free chocolate chip cookies Saturday, which was another goal, and they were DELICIOUS. Seriously. Hubby ate almost all of them, even after looking at them like they were inedible when he found out they were even remotely vegan-ish (haha, vegan chocolate, vegan 'butter'...but with eggs. So some animals were indeed harmed in the making of those cookies. Sorry PETA.)

The rest of my goals having kind of been put on hold while I try to make this cold go away. Does anyone besides me expect a cold to last for a maximum of...oh...12 hours? If I'm still sick the next day I feel like I'm NEVER going to have a nose that does not run (drama queen? whoooo?). The good news is I'm feeling much better today than I was yesterday, so I'm trying to think positively and hope that by tomorrow I'll be at least 92.5% better.

We shall see.

So rumor has it my part of the south is actually going to see some cold weather this weekend. I'm not sure how I'll handle actually having it feel like winter in February. You mean it isn't supposed to be 75 degrees out? I'm getting so confused...

So. What are your favorite winter activities? Those of you in the south (and everywhere, I guess--this is a crazy winter all over!), are you happy it's been so warm? Or do you feel cheated?

Is it Spring Yet?

Don't get me wrong. I love winter. I do. I'm pretty sure it's my favorite season, but then again, I think that about most seasons. My sister and I finally came to the conclusion that maybe it's just the changing of the seasons that we like, and I think she's right. This is a little strange for me, since I'm not always the hugest fan of change, but there you go.

But the thing is, to get back to my point, I love winter because I love snow. And I live in a part of the country at the moment that doesn't get a whole lot of snow, if any. Which mans that at this point in the year winter is just a gray haze keeping me from spring and it's accompanying beach and hiking trips. So I'm pretty much ready. Is it here yet?

I heard that according to our famous groundhog, it won't be long. We'll see how that goes.

In other news, I read the most AMAZING book last weekend. Well, one of the most amazing anyway. Ronie Kendig is a new addition to my top list of favorite writers. Her book Digitalis, which is the one I read last weekend, definitely will hook you and refuse to let you go. Incredible story, character, and writing. I'm planning to tell you even more about why you for sure need to buy this book probably next week sometime. Monday or Tuesday-ish.

So even though it's not spring, I need to do some cleaning. We'll call it late winter cleaning, which is fine since spring cleaning is so cliche anyway, and as I writer, I'm supposed to be learning to avoid cliches, right? We're moving here in a couple weeks (not far, just to another nearby town) and right now I've packed...Uh...Well...I did buy some storage boxes? So that's on my list of goals for the weekend. Pack something. Or throw away some junk that I have no intention of packing/moving. Wish me luck.

How about you? Goals for this weekend? Thoughts on why February is not definitively winter or spring but just an in-between month?