Disgusting

I started complaining to Seth the other day about how everyone in our family thinks our icy door is disgusting.

"But you said it was disgusting...." he said. "You posted it on our blog for everyone to see."

Irrelevant, I thought. I did not voice this out loud.

"Yes, but I don't want everyone else thinking it's disgusting."

Confusion mounting, he said "But you do think it's disgusting. Why did you tell everyone it's disgusting if you don't want them to think it's disgusting?"

"I just don't want them to think I live in a disgusting house."

"But we do..."

I could write more of this conversation but let's just say that Seth still has no idea how my brain works and I remain satisfied with my impeccable logic.

Let's not count how many times I used the word "disgusting."

For the record, we fixed the icy door the day I wrote that post. We put some rolled up towels down outside the door.

And voila! No more ice.

I know. Ingenious.

And my house is not disgusting.

Icicles

So, as Janette recently posted, it has been freakishly cold outside this last week. Janette hates it, but I definitely think there are some positive aspects of Utah winters.

For one, our house has the most amazing icicles that I have ever seen!

Check these suckers out!

Hoping that they would keep growing, I've been fighting the urge to break any off this whole week. I was actually kind of angry when one of our neighbors broke the biggest one we had.

Unfortunately, I probably should've given into my desire since it rained all day yesterday and today and now they are all melted...

Hey.

Wanna see something gross?

This, my friends, would be yellowish-brownish ice frozen INSIDE MY HOUSE.

Yet another tale to add to my collection of house horror stories.

So this really came about as a combination of two things:

1. We have a lovely large space heater that emits water vapor when it is heating our house. This leads to our windows constantly fogged up and dripping water. Constantly. The water here dripped down to the base of the door and was frozen from the cold air blowing in from outside.

2. There is a little gap between the floor and the bottom of the door. See?

Well you can't really see because there is ice in the way. Nevertheless, snow gets blown under there and then water drips down on top of it, freezing everything into ice.

This makes a nice little ice coating around the bottom of our door. In fact, it freezes our door shut. So much so that every time Seth and I go in and out of that back door (we never use the front) we have to break the ice and yank it open.

This afternoon when Seth decided to go out and shovel the walkway some, he couldn't even get it open for fear of breaking the door. So he got a hammer and one of his nail sets and chipped away at it until he could safely open the door.

The aftermath.

Seth and I have theorized that the ice is yellowish-brownish because it dripped down through all the cracks in the door. And though we scrubbed this house clean, I'm pretty sure I couldn't get all the years worth of disgustingness out of the cracks of the door. Please don't judge me.

The door-freezing has been particularly bad this week because the high for the day hasn't even gotten above 30 degrees.

I drove Seth to class every morning this week because the temperatures were between -3 and 3 degrees at 8 o'clock in the morning.

Countdown to Arizona and beautiful warm weather: 8 days

(On a side note, I talked to my mother yesterday. She wanted to warn me that it was unnaturally cool in Arizona. Why, it was even dipping into the 50s!

....I just laughed at her.)

I am in love...

...with our new heated blanket.

I don't think I ever said thanks in this video, but then again I think it is obvious that I am very grateful. Thanks to Seth's parents for an early Christmas present! I still cannot figure out how I didn't own one before this because it seems essential for a 100+ degree weather-lovin' girl like me.

And it came just in time because this morning we woke up to this:

Snow on Sundays is undoubtedly the worst for females because you are required to go outside in the snow in church shoes and a skirt. And surprisingly enough, those items aren't very conducive to snowy conditions.

Wintertime makes me jealous of boys.

Stop Voldemort

This stop sign is located on UVU campus.

I like to drive by it in the mornings.

It makes me happy to be at school.