Sunday, February 26, 2012

Like Sand In My Underpants

February feels an awful lot like attempting to remove a too-tight, wet, bathing suit from a cold, shivering person who's been sitting around in its clammy moistness way too long.

It feels as though I'm pulling, pushing, shoving, rolling at stubborn lycra just trying to get it off and away from my body so I can sink into a hot tub of lavender bath salts and finally get rid of the chill of the dead months.

It's a damn good thing February is a short month. This dreadful feeling as though winter is and has always been has long overstayed its welcome (stupid leap year). I'm ready for the March of the lion and the lamb. I'm ready to step outside my front door without worrying about whether or not I need a coat AND gloves AND scarf. I'm ready to emerge from my cave without worrying if I need the boots that are good for snow but bad Bad BAD for my plantar fasciitis. I'm more than ready to see friends like the Gothfather and his lovely bride without worrying if I'm going to freeze to death on the patio at Shelter. I'm ready to drive to AND from work in the daylight and know I've got hours to spare before the sun sinks behind the Rocky Mountains. I'm ready to put away the snow brush and ice scraper. I'm longing for the days when I can legitimately complain about the heat.

Spring, I'm ready for you. Come to mama.

Here are some February sun flares for you though.

This week, I'm going to have my first Close Encounter of the Blog Kind when M of The M Half of the M-n-J Show comes to town. I am beyond excited! When you've been reading a blogger for awhile and feel as though you know them, it's simultaneously awesome and nerve-wracking to think about getting a rare opportunity to meet them over lunch or an after work cocktail or two. I mean, what if I spill salsa down my cleavage (as I'm prone to do)? Will she still like me? Regardless, when she e-mailed to say she'd be nearby, I jumped at the chance to sit down with her for an epic, I'm sure, gab fest. She did just get back from Costa Rica after all. Hmmmm...I wish Acr0nym were available to record a podcast mid-week.

Speaking of the podcast, this afternoon I'll be sitting down with my good friend, "Doctor" Finger, to record episode 2.  Sincerely, if I make it through recording without bursting into tears, it'll be a miracle. His' I hope y'all who listen will find it as awesomely compelling and sad and wonderful and happy as I do.

If you aren't too busy and you want to "like" the podcast on Facebook, I'd be forever grateful. We're 2 away from 50 which feels pretty significant. You can find us here. I hate to shill for likes here. I've never done that before. And yet, for some reason, I'm able to solicit likes and listens when it comes to the podcast. As for Jane In Her Infinite Wisdom, I'm too cowardly to even put up a fan page. Why is that?

Speaking of meeting bloggers...

I realized yesterday after reading this entry filed under Jared's Journal at In the Pursuit of Happiness that a top priority on my wish/bucket list is to travel the country and beyond - possibly in an Airstream - to meet all my blogging friends and record podcast episodes with each and every one of you. So many of you feel as though you don't really have a tale to tell. In fact, Mike at Perception Is Reality Corner, left me a comment stating that he didn't think I'd be able to find a story in him in 5 days let alone 5 minutes. I beg to differ. Our stories vary in intensity and excitement but every single one of us has a tale to tell. I want to record all of Jane's version of Story Corps.

Now...about that Airstream. Hmmm...maybe I should start a ChipIn account? *laughing*


Celeste Neumann said...

Jane, you very naughty girl! You suckered me in with the title. And here I thought it was something exciting... you know like going to the Med near Barcelona, and making out on the beach at night... and how sex on the beach is not at all as exciting as it sounds, especially the sand burns and if you get busted by the Spanish Gendarmes.
The Airstream sounds exciting. Would have looked forward to your visit, were it not for the fact that the transatlantic tunnel between Raleigh, NC and Galway, IR isn't completed. They're still trying to figure out where to put the petrol stations.

Gaelyn said...

Oh yea, Great title. You'll probably get some page views from this.

I'm ready for spring, and it' really almost here. Except for that forecast for possible snow on Tuesday.

I did stumble your last podcast. And will certainly FB the next one. It's OK to solicit yourself.

Yes, everybody has a story. I've thought of this idea about traveling to meet fellow bloggers, but not with the podcast which is a bonus idea.

Don't let the lack of Airstream stop you. There's always couch surfing.

Anonymous said...

I can't wait to hear about your visit with M! I predict lots of fun and only a little salsa spilling.

MB said...

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Cheers! :)

cdnkaro said...

LOVE the post.

cdnkaro said...

I meant title, and was distracted. Oops. Though I liked the post too:)

Lucy said...

Oh, meeting a blogger how fun!
I agree everyone has a story, just depends on what they want to share, can't wait to hear the one coming up.
You have to promote in order for a dream to grow!!

Julie DeMille said...

I've always wondered what it would be like to meet one of my blogging friends. I worry that I'd be all awkward. Here's hoping you have a wonderful time and can reassure the rest of us that our friendships could go beyond the internet.

Milady said...

Melanie here! I enjoyed this piece, please email me--I have a question about your blog. MelanieLBowen[at]gmail[dot]com

Masked Mom said...

Love the analogy. Love the post. Hope the visit goes/went well. I'm with Jewels--the thought of meeting fellow bloggers is intriguing, but I'm a little too chicken. :)

(Are you at all familiar with Tom Robbins' Skinny Legs and All? I can't think of an Airstream without being hungry for Thanksgiving dinner, all thanks to that book.)

Bᴜɴɴʏ ☥ said...

Unfortunately March brings the wind in New Mexico...