November Blues

It is not a secret that I do not relish the 4 months of November, December, January, and February. Having just started November, I am trying to embrace the season. It kicks my ass every year. Thank goodness I live in the South, where the weather is usually better than many parts of the country. Having acknowledged that I have a problem, I would like to share a few things I hate about November....

The end of Daylight Savings Time....or 'Summer Time' as it is called in some parts of the world. Doubting that the time change advocates care what I think, but I actually do not care about saving energy. Don't tell Mike, he loves conservation and recycling and turning off lights everywhere he goes. I KNOW it costs more to heat my house than it does to cool it (thanks to my fancy Geothermal heat pump), but I am pretty sure that part of the increase in cost during the winter is due to the fact that we have the lights on for longer periods of time every day.  Obviously, the change in time is not SAVING me any money. I know once we adjust our clocks on Sunday that we are in the 'real time' but I like it the way it is NOW. I have a few more days!

Dismal fact! I lose my TAN. I look better with a tan. I draw the line at using tanning beds, but I love to sunbathe - as has been mentioned before. I did manage to lay out on my deck in mid October for about 3 hours (10/12 to be exact) in a last ditch effort to maintain my sun kissed tan, BUT even I will not lay out again until March. Without a tan, my skin turns pasty white requiring me to ACTUALLY pay close attention to my leg shaving regimen during the winter months....which is already really pissing me off. Just when I could benefit from NOT shaving, possibly gain some warmth from furry legs, I have to become more vigilant.

My feet hate the cold. Wearing socks and full coverage shoes is just awful! My feet actually SUFFER during the winter months by having to be enclosed in shoes. I try to be accepting and wear 'slids' or clogs and go sockless, but I am GIANT wuss. Once my feet get cold, I am not nice anymore. If my feet hurt even a little, I immediately contact my personal foot specialist orthopaedic surgeon. NOT THAT I WOULD EVER IN A MILLION YEARS UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCE ALLOW CHRIS TESTERMAN TO PERFORM SURGERY ON MY FEET. Every fall, I do, however, feel it necessary to have her SCARE THE SHIT OUT OF ME about wearing properly fitted shoes and threatening to give me an injection, blah blah blah......Chris is a fabulous doctor and better yet a tolerant friend who UNDERSTANDS my feet. I am wearing smartwool socks and Keen clogs as I type this....not sexy, but Testerman approved. So there is that.

Speaking of sexy, I lose my sex appeal...if you are one of my children...stop reading here. It is hard to maintain my well documented status as a vixen when I am wearing layers of super NOT sexy undergarments. I have a wide array of undershirts....wife beaters to high end high tech wools tanks. Not a one remotely sexy. Leggings and tights don't do much for my stocky legs - at least bare skin (when tan) has to possibility of sex appeal. Along the lines of having to shave...in the winter, my middle age facial hair becomes more visible. I have to step up my game managing my eyebrows and mustache issues.....IT IS A BIG DEAL and not very sexy.
The cold weather kills my sex life....WHY? cuddling in the cold should be good for the sex life you say....well maybe....but I don't really take my clothes off for the better part of 6 weeks in the DEAD of WINTER because it is COLD AS SHIT. IT IS NOT SEXY TIME. It is wear your moth eaten old cashmere sweaters to bed time with your wool long johns and smartwool socks.

Good things about November, Thanksgiving is a great holiday. I do love the family time and the food. So even though I have a lot of issues beginning in November, I am going to try not to let the November Blues get me down.

Chin up....but I better double check the chin hairs first :)!