I dream of a Virgin Islands vacation…or even one that isn’t in this freezing climate, omg.

Okay, so it’s not that bad just yet, but when I went out on Friday, I swear that my fingers were going to shrivel up and fall off. I’m usually not one to complain about the cold before it gets unbearable (because I complain about the heat 10 times more), but Mother Nature really screwed up on Friday. Thank you, Ida remains. Thank you.

Now I’m going to sleep, my eyes are yelling at me.

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Life throws a lot of curve balls at you. Sometimes they’re good, and other times…well…they can render you traumatized. Mother Nature loves to do that. Tornadoes, fires, floods…yeah, the heifer loves to scare us to death. However, we can counter that with a great emergency evacuation plan in case she decides that she wanted to twirl some wind around in a funnel, or cry her eyes out. In case of natural disasters, do you have an emergency evacuation plan? If so, what is it?
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Dear Mother Nature,

While some are chilling on their pool furniture sipping on pina colada outside while watching their children play in the pool, and occasionally yelling at them…

We up there in the north are stuck inside because it’s done absolutely nothing but rain for the whole month. Seriously, lady; can you show us how the sun looks again? I kinda depend on it so that this mood disorder is more bearable. Please? I’ll love you forever.

Rawr,

Nat Marie

PS: I need caffeine. Can you point me to the direction of some iced coffee? I also need some inspiration to work on this new site…I can has it?

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Mother Nature fucked with us again!! It snowed at least 10 inches around here on Monday. It was a complete mess, and it was freezing to boot.

Today, not even a week later, it is sunny and flirting with 70 degrees. I could have gone out there with a t-shirt and flip-flops…wait, I did go out there with a t-shirt and flip-flops.

So where’d the fuck did it go so quickly? This late snow has been the victim of March’s Fickle Weather Syndrome. You don’t know when it’ll be 30 degrees again, and you’ll never know when you’ll be sweating out your eye sockets. But seriously, 70 degrees? That’s crazy!

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