I was thinking the other day about how I used to wonder where all the snow was in New York City. I'd always see loads of snow in the winter scenes in movies set in New York. Like the Christmas Tree getting scenes in When Harry Met Sally. But then I moved here and there was hardly any snow until last winter. I'd get a little pissy with these movies thinking they were taking serious dramatic license with my city - making it seem like it's usually a snowy wonderland. And now I'm learning why they think it's okay to have all those snowy winter scenes in those movies. Though snow in Manhattan isn't nearly like they show in the movies. The 'blizzard' back in December was an exception. Snowed forever and was windy and cold and beautiful. K and I were shopping in it like the crazy folks we are and I was loving it. Snow was all over the ground and New Yorkers and tourists were shopping and drinking cocoa and it did seem a little magical. And then the plows came. And the pretty went away.

But mostly it all turns slushy and gets shoveled into the gutters and ices over so you have to walk carefully and can't enjoy it even if it did look pretty... I like the snow in Brooklyn though. Especially on my street. Folks shovel their own walks and often have their kids helping out. It all looks pretty and white most of the time until it melts. And best of all I get to have a whole backyard of it. Last winter, my first winter here with a real backyard, I got goofy and made snow angels. It was awesome. It's not quite high enough for me to do snow angels right now, but it looks like we've got plenty of winter left for that.

I just wish this snow would come when I could stay at home and snuggle with the kitties. And that the temperature would do that thing where it's just cold enough to snow and not any colder. This negative temp bullshit is making me crazy.

I'm going to Nobu for dinner tonight. And y'all aren't. Well, unless you are M or M or J and are going with me. But I don't think y'all are reading this so...

My mother truly is stalking me. She found a Brooklyn Web Cam so she could watch our crazy snow last night. But it's cute. I like that she cares.

The snow was mad crazy last night. But it was the really pretty fluffy sparkling snow. I went out and took pictures last night. In my nightshirt, coat and boots. And this morning. In a sweater and sox. Because that's me, trashy and strange. I even took pictures of the three holes now in our street thanks to Keyspan. It does appear they filled and patched the holes in the courtyards of buildings though. So that was nice of 'em.

The snow was not so pretty as I trucked into work today. Took me over an hour. Unpleasant. Today would have been a lovely day to call in sick and have a 'snow day', but I figured people here would kill me. And I have things to do. Things I've been putting off. Because I have been in a funk. Personal things, of course, not work things. Pah on work things. Yeah, y'all wanna hire me now, huh?

I get into funks a lot. Though it's been happening a lot less lately and I'm doing better at handling them. I don't freak out, I just kinda start to avoid anything that isn't necessary. Which just means that I don't return phone calls for a few days and my apartment gets really gross and my email inboxes fill up. But my TiVo gets really clear. And the cats get lots of lovin' and my books to read pile gets smaller. Anyway, I've been funking lately and reading lots of TWoP and finished rereading Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (just as awesome the second time around) and am almost done with The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants and am close to caught up on the TiVo and am living in filth and starting to get the 'where are you?' notes from friends. So, obviously, today the funk ends. Woo! So, now I have to make calls and answer emails and blah blah blah. So that should be my day today. I'm hoping to even clean my apartment tonight. We'll see. Though I really wish K&S were home so I could attempt a snowball fight instead. Alas.

Speaking of them... I go to Hawai'i and New York enjoys lovely temperatures in the 40s and 50s. They go to Hawai'i and New York gets some of it's worst winter weather yet. Hating them. Insanely jealous. Grrrrr...

Apparently I was mistaken about how madly in love with me my parents are. Mum just told me that the link to my journal was gone and did I not want her to read it. So I had to explain that she damn well better not be reading my journal, but the blog is linked on my home page so that one is totally fine. And then a few minutes later she asked me how my bowel movements were today. Lovely, 'eh? My folks raised me on the parental theory of mocking. Explains a lot about who I am today I think.

I had a lovely, but exhausting weekend. Iolanthe was lovely as mentioned before. Then the drilling. Turns out it was a gas leak and at least three of the brownstones on my block have big holes drilled into their front courtyard areas. I'm glad my building was safe. Though the drilling did go on from about 1something in the morning until about 11:30AM Saturday morning. I got oh so much sleep. Finally dragged myself out of bed, way behind schedule and exhausted to go and get my new computer and my box of goodies from Christmas in Hawai'i. My dad is adorable and felt that instead of just installing XP on my laptop it was just better to get me a desktop with XP on it to go with my new iPod. Yes, I am a spoiled princess. Have I mentioned that before.

Anyway, I barely had enough time to get that done before E showed up to get his phone. We had a lovely day together of brunch, chatting, dinner, drinks, chatting. And obscenely cold temperatures. At one point I kept thinking of how I chose not to go to school in Minnesota and this was largely why. Anyway, I missed a friend of a friend's birthday party which was too bad, but not horrible. The fact that I haven't called said friend is, though. Hang on...

Whew, I have been forgiven. We're all going to do a dinner thing later.

So... I finally sent E on his way (to possibly get an iPod, hee) while I went to brunch with my friend, the rock star. And between not sleeping with the drilling and not sleeping with the drinking I was just pooped. And so I zoned all day rereading Harry Potter 5. And then couldn't sleep last night.

All this to explain that right now I just want to flee to my home to read more Harry Potter and then go to bed early with a glass of warm milk.

Next weekend I get to go to CT to check out the inventory on my fraternity's eating club kitchen and meet with the chef I was forced to fire last week and give him his belongings while we get our license back from him. Y'all are jealous. Luckily I enjoy these undergrads and might have fun while there. So that's something.

Y'all wish you had my sassy life. I know.