baby, it's cold outside

Just how cold, you ask? Well, today was the warmest out of the past few days and it was a balmy ZERO DEGREES. On Friday night, on our way home from the movies at around 11pm, it was 9 below zero! This is serious, people. This week's arctic freeze has left me wondering whether a person who is 3/4's Mexican is really meant to live in a place that is currently experiencing weather colder than that of Moscow, and a place called North Pole, Alaska. Are my hearty 1/4th worth of Latvian genes enough to get me through a Minnesota winter? I sure hope so because holy walleye, it’s cold out there!

What I would really love to do is crawl into bed tonight, wrap myself up in a pile of snuggly blankets, and go to sleep until it's oh, June. I could blissfully sleep away the cold months and emerge only once the snow had melted and I no longer needed 45 minutes to put on all of my winter clothes just to go down to the basement to do a load of laundry. I could hibernate and happily live up to Kevin’s nickname for me of “bear” (derived from my deep physiological need to sleep at least 10 hours per night, and Kevin's wise observation that you do not, in fact, poke a sleeping bear).

Lucky for you, my faithful blog readers, I cannot actually sleep the winter away. And so, assuming that the 18 units I'm taking this semester don't keep me holed up in a coffee shop reading until the cows (Minnesota dairy heifers) come home, then I should be fairly consistent in keeping you updated with riveting accounts of the Shevlin family happenings. I know there’s been a bit of an uncharacteristic long waiting period between blog posts of late, but I was busy recovering from a very stressful fall semester by doing absolutely nothing. It was glorious but now it is over and since I’ve vowed to be super organized and incredibly in-tune with the rhythm of my life this semester, I should be posting fairly regularly from now on. On the off chance (right) that my tendency to over-commit myself gets in the way of my being able to blog with any measure of consistency - don’t get your long-johns in a bunch...I’ll come back to it eventually!

Me, on 6-8 hours of sleep.