Dear Snow: A Love Letter

Dear God, Mother Nature, Snow-makers, Al Roker(?),

Two years ago when I excitedly accepted my future husband’s request to relocate to Chicago, I had happy visions of city dwelling, restaurant hopping and snow.  Yes, snow.  Though I’ve skied numerous times and have resided in areas that have received the unusual and unsuspecting snowstorm, I really was excited about the opportunity to live in a city allowing me to be in constant expectation of snow.  It had absolutely nothing to do with the hot, humid, unrelenting, miserable summers Houston offered.

Imagine my kid in the candy store-like excitement last January when the skies released a beautiful and abundant 9 inches of snow.  Sure, it took my bus driver an hour to travel the two miles from work to home, but my eyes couldn’t get enough of this white stuff that was wreaking all types of havoc on the evening commute.  I even opted to get off one stop prior to my usual one to finally and properly break in my snow boots and get a sufficient quad workout lifting my legs with each stride all while allowing the snow to gently fall on me.

Now I know many Chicagoans curse the very mention of you in a forecast.  Not me.  I’ve eagerly listened to the local meteorologists and often check my weather app waiting with bated breath for snow in the forecast – all for the chance to marvel at your beauty while giving my snow boots another walk around town.

Dear snow – please come.  Soon.  I promise to smile and attempt to whistle while running walking my errands around town.  I’m sure lakes, rivers and reservoirs all appreciate their increasing water levels if you should happen to visit.

                                                                                                                                                                    In eager anticipation,

Are you experiencing a normal winter in your neck of the woods?


Say It Ain’t So

Did you hear that the first Presidential debate was last night?  I know, it was pretty top secret.  A part of me didn’t want to watch because my tolerance for bull ish is minimal.  Dang near non-existent.  Husband insisted we watch so I chose to do so with his support and that of social media.  Everyone’s ears, or rather tweets and statuses, surely perked up around minute 30 when moderator Jim Lehrer, a PBS employee, asked each candidate to share specifics about their plans for reducing the deficit.  Former Governor Mitt Romney responded, “I’m sorry Jim. I’m gonna stop the subsidy to PBS. I’m gonna stop other things.  I like PBS, I like Big Bird, I actually like you too.”   Gosh, in a Presidential debate focused on our economy and getting folks back to work, I’m not sure it makes sense to prematurely pink-slip the moderator as well as the entire Corporation for Public Broadcasting.  Yep, that includes the cast of our nation’s beloved children’s show Sesame Street.  Especially when that subsidy to which Romney referenced comprises a whopping .01% of the federal budget.  That should be a full drop sprinkle mist in the bucket to create a ripple in improving our economy.

Few things still unite our increasingly divisive society.  We witnessed one last week with Replacement-ref-mageddon.  Sesame Street is another.  We ALL grew up watching Sesame Street, learning number order with Count Dracula – ah, ah, ah -, how not to behave from the Grouch, the power of questioning from Big Bird and the deliciousness of cookies from Cookie Monster.  Its characters, muppet and human, come in an array of colors and sizes teaching us all tolerance without preaching.  And if one person began singing “sunny days” right now, the rest of us would chime in “sweepin’ the clouds away” as the first theme song we all learned encouraged us to ask for directions to Sesame Street.  It is a part of our united culture.  It’s a unifying show that is inherently good, innocent and educational.  The mere mention of abolishing it is criminal.  Ugh.  *checks PBS television schedule* Gotta get in all my Dr. Gates documentaries and news, not infotainment, from Jim Lehrer and Gwen Ifill while I can.

This rant was brought to you by the letter Rrrr and the number 5 trillion.

Who’s your favorite Sesame Street character?


America Runs On What?

Dunkin’ Donuts

Really? Runs?  Hmpf. Now that’s a bit of a stretch bound to cause a snap.  However, you’d have to have a strength not fueled by ANYTHING coming out of a Dunkin’ Donuts to do so.  Runs?  RUNS?  Who have you ever seen run while holding a donut?  Or just after eating a donut?  Don’t worry, I’ll wait.  Runs?!?  How far?  Oh, from the car in the closest parking space to the door?   Hmmm, that may even prove challenging.  RUN?!?!?  Wow.  Who first fixed their lips to utter such a phrase?  I imagine when the advertising genius who pulled an all-nighter fueled by the deliciousness of Dunkin’ Donuts presented this slogan to the Board he was coming off of a sugar high on the morning of April first.  However, the Board, also running on Dunkin’, neglected to note the date and didn’t have the brain fuel to support the brain synapsis necessary to connect April first to April Fool’s Day.  Still running off the same Dunkin’, the Board unanimously decided that this was spectacular and gave the green light to proceed.  Is this really how we want to present ourselves?   In our highly litigious society, I think it’s only fair for America to sue Dunkin’ Donuts for defamation of character unless we are in fact “running” on Dunkin’.

Do you believe America is running on Dunkin’?  What are some slogans that make you chuckle or cringe each time you see them?