Here we go....

Today was the first day of our trip to San Francisco. Don't listen to the date on this post. It doesn't know what it's talking about. It thinks I'm still in Kansas where my feet and calves never hurt because I'm lazy there. We are here for nine days of walking, climbing, biking, sailing, and oh yes. More climbing. We may act like drugged zombies for weeks after we get home, but darn it, we're gonna have fun. 


The Short One isn't with us. She's staying with some of our family and having a blast of her own. I'm excited to be here, but being away from my girl is hard. I started to miss the little energy sucker before we even made it to the airport back in Kansas City. I kind of like her you know. When she gets older we want to bring her with us, but for now - NO WAY. It's hard for us to climb these mini-mountains they call hills. She would get tired and act like she was dying halfway up the first one.

Not that I would blame her. I have no idea how small children live here. They've either developed freaky strong legs or their parents carry them everywhere. In which case they must be freaky King Kong-strong parents. Which actually would be kind of awesome.

Now I'm rambling about weird things so that's all. I'm beat. 

Then and now: Valentine's Day cards

Like a lot of couples, Hubby and I have always exchanged cards on Valentine's Day. In the last few years, I've noticed a change in the types we (especially I) buy. It's not a bad change. I just don't always feel the need to buy such serious cards anymore. The Valentine's cards I used to buy always used to look something like this:

Nothing has changed since then. He's still my favorite person on the planet and all that stuff, but this year I just really didn't feel like buying a card like that. So I bought this one instead:

They basically say the same thing, right? 

Snow

Well, it looks like maybe I shouldn't have written that last post about what a warm winter we've been having and about how it's kicked the pants off any other Kansas winter ever. Because this is what my town looked like this morning:

It's six days later and I'm thinking maybe I jinxed the whole thing.

Not really - I'm kidding. I'm not a superstitious person. But I would love for our amazing, mellow winter to come back. Maybe it would help to post a picture of a beautiful, warm sunny day?

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Still kidding. I guess I'll just have to keep my fingers crossed for more rock-your-face winter weather.

Oh wait.

Hello, winter

This has been the best winter ever in the entire history of Kansas. It's an historical fact, folks. Okay, I totally made that up, but it's probably true. Winter around here (like a lot of places) is normally a bitterly cold monster that has no mercy on your chapped, frozen hands or the misery in your soul. But this year, winter decided to play nice. Other than a few cold days here and there, this one has been nothing but awesome. At least in my part of Kansas, anyway. Some days it's even been in the mid-60s. OH YEAH!

The ability to go outside without feeling the warmth being sucked out of our veins has been a nice change. Needless to say, going to the park in the dead of winter is normally out of the question. That is, unless you enjoy the feel of your face turning into a block of ice and breaking into a thousand pieces. But this year? This year the park has (for the most part) been a reasonable place to be. If winter ever finally decides to make a real appearance I'll have to karate chop it in the head. For the greater good, you know.

Wicked cool slide-static usually has to wait until spring.

Every winter should be this amazing, don't you think?