9/21/08: In this entry, you’ll notice I mention I have a category for Rachael, but I don’t anymore because I don’t have much of purpose for it now, but throughout the month I posted some pretty random entries relating to her entry.
In response, and purely tribute to Rachael’s entry because its right/totally awesome/advice you should take. I’ll post more things like this in a course of the month. I dub February the month of fulfilling Rachael’s wishes (even though her birthday is in August).
What do you think happens to the little piece of paper that you poke through with a straw in a juice box or a juice pouches? My response: I always thought that they disappeared, like they just vanished.
PS. I now have a category for Rachael.
When people come to visit Chicago, they usually choose to come in the Winter. Well the truth is Winter in Chicago sucks (take in mind, I’m not one to emphasize my words). I spent 30 minutes outside waiting to get picked up. Snow forming on my hat, I (stupidly) wasn’t wearing my scarf at the time. I wore my favorite socks with a hole in them, and a pair Chucks. Usually winter jacket is really good at keeping me warm, but decided to fail me this time. I also wore my knit (really old) gloves.
I paced the sidewalk counting the seconds. I talked to two strangers (one looking for directions to Timbuktu, and a lady complaining about snow), and I saw a woman with a fox like dog, and I traced patterns in the snow with my shoe. My super long (flared) jeans were coated in snow, and my shoes which have eyelets on the side let in a lot of snow. My feet were cold and wet, my head was congested, and I really didn’t want to be there. My fingers were/are frozen.
I’m sitting at home right now, pretending my heated apple juice is warm cider, and wearing a hat and a scarf indoors. *le sigh* Winter I love you, but you’re bringing me down.
