I was inspired to write this post, because of all the snow talk… talk of the record-breaking blizzards and snow storms that hit the Northeast here in the U.S. over the past few days.
Do you recall last winter (remember, back in 2011 and 2012?), how people seemed astonished by how mild the weather was? The entire country was convinced that there was truth to the global warming thing, because it seemed that none of the ski areas had good snow. Some never even opened. In the entire country.
That’s a huge landscape people.
People whined and complained about it. I always listen in disbelief when people talk about the winter being too warm. When I was a kid, I was out sunbathing in sixty degree weather. I lived for “warm.” But complaining about a mild winter? That’s risky. I love how the blogger Dooce stated that she wanted to butt into those conversations with a can of mace:
“Because the Universe? It is always listening. And it’s like, oh? Really? You want snow? YOU JUST WAIT. Because this winter I’m going to pin you down and shove snow down your maw so hard you that are going to poop ice through Labor Day.
The Universe was so not kidding. In fact, the Universe is Tony Soprano.”
M.C. Nugget (my beau) and I were guilty of this very same whining and complaining last year ourselves. We weren’t thrilled with the mere pittance of snowfall received at Mammoth Ski Area, because it was the one and only place in years that either one of us had relented and actually bought and paid for a season pass. So, in a sense, we had every right to complain. We had a vested interest, and the great Mountain did not deliver.
But I gotta tell you something. Here in Southern California, it was only a few short weeks ago we were shocked and awed by our 85 degree summer-like weather. We’d just gotten a few weeks past the news of the East coast Hurricane Sandy horrors, and still, things here grew warmer and balmier.
People were talking about it, and loving life here on the sunny left coast. I overheard someone saying how they remembered Januaries here as always experiencing a bit of a heat wave. I don’t have a recollection of it being the case every year, but eh? What did I care? It was warm and yummy out. That was good enough for me. I nodded and smiled.
Then over the course of the next few weeks our warm balmy weather started to turn cloudy, foggy, rainy. What was happening? I tried to ignore it. I thought surely it was a freak of nature and our warm balmy breezes would soon return. No. We had some ups and downs. It would get warm, and then it was like the universe was having a wicked, amusement with us, wringing it’s hands “Mwahahaha…” It was warm, then cold. Sunny, then foggy. Warm again for a few days last week, and our hopes were kindled. We breathed out in relief.
But then it happened. No sooner did the weather forecasters warn of dangerous blizzards, record-breaking temperatures and snow falls on the East coast, that we here in Santa Monica started to feel the chill in the air again too. The wind and rain and chill grew more intense.
As I put on my Uggs, and pull my puffy coat back out of the crevice in the closet reserved for forgotten winter gear to run a quick errand, I’m a little miffed. NO. I’m EXTREMELY MIFFED. I’m kinda tired of hearing about your snow problems. First it’s “There isn’t enough snow! wah wah wah”… then it’s “OH NO… THERE IS TOO MUCH SNOW.” Which is it people?
Someone took my SUNSHINE, for goddsakes. That is just wrong. And I think the East coast is to blame. The record breaking cold temperatures, snowfall and dangerous blizzards probably caused some kind of planetary shift in weather patterns… so it’s bye bye warm and sunny, hello gooey, dewy, drizzly, foggy schmutzy weather.
So, there shall be no more whining about your sad snow. There has been quite enough whiny snow talk. Boo hoo hoo… you’re too cold? Well so am I. So stop your whining, UNKAY? I want my Indian Summer back! If you’d like to appease me or set my mind at ease, you could send me some Irish Whiskey or something to warm me up. That might help.
Now I think I better go out for a walk on the cool, brisk beach.
Love you people!!!! Mmmmmpppphhhuuuhhhh!!!
xoxo,
Ms. Cheevious
aka Lisa Jey Davis
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Ms. Cheevious is the alter-ego of Lisa Jey Davis (former publicist, and television talent manager, current award-winning writer & author, & health and fitness pro). Though Ms. Cheevious has become known for humor via the blog and social media, offering a lighter and brighter look at life… the blog was originally a precursor to Lisa Jey's long overdue book "Ms. Cheevious in Hollywood" which offers a fabulous, funny peek into what really goes on behind the scenes in Hollywood… a Hollywood with Lisa Jey and her funny “serendipities” in it. Think Lucille Ball meets Chelsea Handler meets the girl next door (with a little chocolate and vodka). It depicts with hilarity the innocent mistakes Lisa Jey made when launched back into the big, bad single jungle, as an unassuming single-mother in the City of Angels. It’s also about the beautiful, interesting life she led while her loving, incredible sons kept her grounded and sane amid fantastic events, new friends, parties and field trips. It also shows the turmoil and heartbreak that comes with dating and single mom life. All blog content © 2015 Ms. Cheevious aka Lisa Jey Davis
Our small town in Florida seems to be bursting with “snow refugees” I wouldn’t be surprised if everyone with family or friends up north had a sudden desire to reconnect!
ahhh yes… even drizzle refugees are possible Onisha. Be waiting for a call… I may be on my way to FLORIDA!!!
You wanna hear whining??? Let me tell you about our rain!…. 😉 Fun post, Ms. Cheevious, though I wish there was a way to coax your sun northwards. 🙂
Ahhh… you must be my Pac-North neighbor… You poor thing. In your case, I’ll make an exception. You may whine all you’d like! LOL
Even though I am looking at about ten feet of snow out my window in Aspen, Colorado – your post made me laugh. We were made for the SUN sistah!
We WERE made for sun Luann! Bring it baby!
Writing from Mammoth (with my gratis season pass): Snow always makes me think of James Michael Curley, very successful, corrupt Massachusetts Irish politician. With his graft there were times things couldn’t get done. One winter many complained that the snow wasn’t being removed from Boston’s streets. Curley, Mayor of Boston, advised the complainers, “God put the snow there, God can take it away.”
HA! That sounds great! But only because I am not there and dealing with the snow… if I were there, that would kinda suck. LOL Thanks EAME! xo
It comes back to me in more detail. Mayor Curley, representing the Irish who elected him (once when he was in jail), resented the obstructions set by the politically powerful Brahmins who had lived on Beacon Hill. They were the narrow Beacon Hill streets that were not cleared of snow. By the 1950’s many Beacon Hill mansions had been abandoned for the suburbs and had been converted to rooming houses. I lived in one when I was working at the MIT computer lab.
I love Boston though…. that whole area during the winter snow is like Normal Rockwell – and it’s very cozy feeling… as long as there is heat. LOL