Fun with Frigidity

This blog entry is just more me complaining about how f-ing cold it is, so if you are bored with that, feel free to slide on over to See Teacher Run to harass encourage her to post more videos from her Give it 100 challenge. 

It is freaking cold here, again this week. I took the dog out morning for our normal walk. I am pretty sure my neighborhood is turning into a glacier. All the snow is melting into these amazing layers of ice and dirt and sand. Everything is brittle and frozen. 

Miss Holiday never notices how cold it is. She loves it, but when it is really cold, her little eye lashes freeze. 

It's like she's crying glitter.

Sorry, not a great picture, but she was intent on staring at the neighbor dog.

I was pretty cold myself. If anyone tells you dog walking is not extreme, tell them they are wrong! Or punch them, or give them a puppy. It is so cold that reps at the Outdoor Retailer show are starting to merchandise their warmest coats as not "Himalayan" or "ice climbing" coats, but the "dog walking" coat.

The only thing colder than dog walking is elementary-school-teacher-on-playground-duty cold. Now, that is cold. 

I have to completely change my clothes from the gym. Any residual sweat on under garments just makes it more cold. I also let my hair down. My hair, when down, might be the perfect insulation. It is so fuzzy it just traps all that hot head air. 

It does have a tendency to sneak out the front, so when I breath and it freezes I look like this:

It's kind of like looking into my gray haired future.

That cold hair is pretty chilly when you brush it against your face. 

And, I realize I kind of look like one of these guys: 

So, in conclusion, it is really cold. Too cold really for coming up with points for my blogs. I will be sure to return to actual insight and perhaps interesting content when the weather gets warmer.