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21 January 2003
 
Insert bitch about the weather here:

It is cold.
It is very cold.
It is freaking cold.
It is freeze your ass off cold.
And it is snowing.
Lake Effect.

Gah! Stupid Canadians blowing air across the Great Lakes, crippling parts of the border so they can swoop down from the North and invade the country. Actually, Canadians know better. They wouldn't touch us with a 39 1/2 foot pole. Let's just say that I wish I were an ELF! Gah! I wanna be an Elf! I wanna be able to walk light over the snow and not sink in. I want to be impervious to the cold. Though I'd have to cut my hair, 'cause long hair and the wind we have going now is not a good thing. Snarls you realize.

You know, I was done with winter December 26. Silly calendars that make the beginning of winter December 21. It's Midwinter. Really, it is. And it's the bleak midwinter right now. Though it is getting visibly lighter out which is an encouraging thought. I need my sunglasses for my drive to work because it's right into the rising sun. Well part of it is. That makes me happy. Only like 12 days until a groundhog upstages an Uber-important mother goddess. Yes. Dispater gets to have Halloween, Lugh gets forgotten, Bel gets mayday, but Brigid gets upstaged by a groundhog. Yes folks. Mark you calendars. Feb 2 is Imbolg. It's a happy spring festival. It's the beginning of spring, folks! And if you count... it's a very good time for a motherhood festival. As if you recall Beltane (fun Beltane). Well 9 months from Beltane is Imbolg. Hmm... Let's ponder on this one for a minute shall we? Yeah, so it was the time when you moved your sheep, and they started to lamb (pretty baby sheepies) so they had a party. Parties are good in the beginning of February, don't you think?

Well back to Brigid. She rocked. She had a cloak of stars. If that isn't kick-ass, I don't know what is. I have a fake cloak of stars. Well it looks like there are stars on the inside. :) And for that I must thank Amanda for picking out the fabric. Speaking of cloaks *cracks whip* that's a surprize. Well, at least Brigid insinuated her way into Sainthood. What? Didn't you realize that on the Calendar of Saints, that Feb 2 is St. Bridget's day? Go us sneaky pagans.

Liz the Mischievous renovated @ 19:16