Ooooooh, a heat wave

No, actually not a heat wave. It is the exact opposite. Today's high in Buffalo is supposed to be 12 degrees. Right now it is 3 degrees with a wind chill of -9 degrees. Humidity is at 83%. Let me just describe to you what -9 degrees feels like. If you go outside with no layers on it feels like you are outside naked and the cold wind is blowing onto you, the coldness goes right through your clothes. This is why they tell you to layer up. Any part of your body that is not covered by something (ie your neck between your scarf and hat, your face, the skin between your gloves and coat) will feel like it is literally frozen and will start to hurt. If you are not wearing gloves (or your fingers are exposed from your circumcised gloves) your fingers will hurt from the cold and you will not be able to use them. Not even to hold onto your ice scraper that has now broken because the ice is too thick to scrape. Your ice scraper will now look like a southern man who is missing most of his teeth. When the cold hits your face with 83% humidity, you will lose your breath it is so cold. You will want to breath in deep and feel like you can't and you won't get any air and you will start coughing and feel like your lung is about to come through your throat. This is why people wear scarves around their face and mouth. Even your toes are cold and hurt when you move them. The coldness of -9 degrees with 83% humidity makes you feel like your bones are cold and you feel like you are never going to get warm.

Follow Up

Right after I posted about being crazy, my sister sent me this. Apparently she knows I'm crazy too.

:: BREAKING NEWS ::: In 2009 the government will start deporting all the mentally ill people. I started crying when I thought of you. Run my little crazy friend, run! Well, what can I say ?? Someone sent it to me, and dammit, I'm NOT going alone !! Have a Nice Day!!!

I know I'm crazy

I've come to the conclusion that I'm crazy. Not crazy as in "I'm going to shank you with a sharp object crazy", but more the "I'm making up reasons to make myself crazy crazy". I haven't always been this way. These innocent thoughts were developed over time into crazy nightmare thoughts. There were some incidents that caused me to start thinking differently. (I won't go into those details) The following are just some of the reasons are why I'm crazy:

1. When I go to sleep at night I think that my house is going to burn down. So I have to sleep on the side of the bed next to the window in case I need to escape. I also have to have the door shut so the smoke doesn't come in and asphyxiate me. (Probably my most crazy thought.)

2. I think I smell smoke. All the time. Which means I always think something is on fire. I'll even wake up in the middle of the night thinking I smell smoke and have to calm myself down. (I have something about fire)

3. When I get a sore throat, I think I'm choking to death because I already have an enlarged thyroid.

4. Sometimes I think James has died somewhere. If he doesn't pick up or text back, for some reason I think he's dead. One time I even looked online where his class was supposed to be at UB and went there and looked for him because he was 40 minutes late coming home. I called my BFF Kristin while doing it telling her I was crazy but I kept going. He had forgot his phone and went to the store to buy milk and bread.

5. When I fly on a plane I think it will crash. Everytime. I will be sick to my stomach the whole day we are flying.

6. I carry hand sanitizer in my purse and use it after touching things in public places. I remind myself of Bob from What About Bob.

7. When my furnace goes on, I think it's going to blow up from a gas leak.

8. I don't allow James to have his grill near the house, it has to be on the opposite side of the deck. This is because I think it's going to start the house on fire.

9. I have to have the radio or tv on at all times while at home. I can't be in silence.

10. When I know I have to undo the alarm at work, I start shaking and get sick to my stomach. I've yet to have the cops come because I don't punch the code in time, but it still scares the be-jeezus out of me.

I know I've inherited this craziness from my aunts, they admit their crazy too. They give James an insight into our future. He should beware!

RIP Mitch

I'm sad to say that James's snake, Mitch, passed on to pet heaven last night. James had been saying that he didn't look well and he only ate one of the three mice he put in his cage. I thought he was just being temper mental. Then last night James went to give him more water and said he looked like death and I disagreed. At about 2am I got up to go to the bathroom and I checked on Mitch and he had passed. I unplugged the light to the cage and tried to go back to bed. I couldn't sleep knowing that I'd have to tell James. So I went downstairs and watched some Little Miss Sunshine but still couldn't fall asleep. At about 4am I went back up stairs and finally fell asleep. When James woke up I had to tell him about Mitch and I felt really bad. James hasn't had good luck with pets. His first Iguana died in his water dish. His second Iguana, Chong, we had to give away because he was so mean. His bearded dragon, Spizike, died cause it was too cold in our apartment. Then Blue, one of his turtles, was stolen from his kiddie pool on our back deck. But, Roger, our other turtle, is now 25 years old and goin' strong.

RIP Mitch

Blow Dryer, Blow Out

This morning my blow dryer decided it wanted to blow up. As I was using it to dry my hair (why else would I be using it?) it shot a flame out the end and then it made a loud, gun shot sound after which a spark came from the plug where it was plugged in. It woke James up and he came running from the bathroom and accused me of trying to burn the house down. This is because I haven't let him live down the match fiasco. I examined the plug from which the gun shot came and saw that the cord had melted away from the plug area. I was not finished drying my hair and most of you know I have massive, curly hair. I decided to let it air dry for a little while and just straighten it wet. Oh, boy, did the steam fly from the straightener. I wouldn't recommend doing this. Also, I'm pretty sure I had a small heart attack when I saw the flame shoot out and then with the gun shot sound.

Resolutions

Normally I don't make New Year's resolutions but this year I felt the need.

1. When the dentist asks if I've been flossing, I want to be able to honestly say yes, instead of saying "sometimes", which is a complete lie.

2. Make an effort to be on time, to anything. I think this is physically impossible for anyone part of the Vincent family, it just doesn't happen. If I'm on time or early, it's a fluke or I'm with James.

3. Organize my basement. Every time I go down there I am disgusted with how much junk I really have. I would estimate that 50% of the boxes down there are filled with pure shit.

4. Finally graduate from college, which I'm on pace to do in December of '09. What's really motivating me to do this is my grandmother and the excruciatingly painful conversations I have with her when I ask for tuition money. I hear things like "You are still in school?", "I think you are wasting my money", "Do you really need to go to school?", "Are you re-taking classes?", "Don't you already have a degree, why would you want more than one?", "Why do you need a minor degree?".

5. Drink more water. I know I have to since I feel thirsty all the time.

6. Lose weight. I know everyone says this, but now that I have my thyroid under control I think it's time to put forth a good effort.

7. Have more than $1000 in my savings account at any time. I have half of this, I need more.

8. Curb my online shopping addiction. I think I have finally realized I have too many clothes when I ran out of hangers.

9. Have more sympathy for others. Right now, I have absolutely no sympathy for anyone. I could probably spare some at some time.

10. Possibly try to keep my house clean for more than 2 days. It's so hard!

Picture Links

Here are some more pictures of us at the bowl game. Here. Here. Here. Here. Here. Here. Here.

BSC Busters, to say the least.

I love Utah football. Utah 31, Alabama 17. Sugar Bowl Champions.

International Bowl - UB vs. UConn

Over the weekend we ventured up to Toronto, Canadia, to see the University at Buffalo Bulls play in their first ever bowl game. Although, back in 1958 they were invited to a bowl game in the South but they were told none of the black players were allowed to come. The team voted on it and it was unanimous that they boycott the bowl game and declined the invitation. So 50 years later they were invited to the International Bowl. James has been really excited all football season and said if they are invited to a bowl game we were going to go. Before tickets even went on sale we had a count of who was going, where we were staying, ect. (I made a spreadsheet, which I enjoyed thoroughly). The bowl game was held at the Roger's Centre where the Toronto Blue Jay's play. We actually got to stay in the hotel that is built into the Roger's Centre. We did not get a room that looked onto the field though, because it was $400 a night. We left on Friday afternoon around 3pm and made it up there by 5:30 or so. We checked in and immediately started to look for a place where we could watch Utah kick ass in football. We found a basketball sports bar just down the road and ventured out into the bitter coldness of the night. We got there and I asked (told) the manager to please put the Utah game on or we would find somewhere else to eat and watch the game that would put it on. So he ran right over and turned it on for us (me). After dinner I went into the bar area where they put the game on the big projection tv. Some silly (stupid) Canadians were upset with this but I handled (told them to f-off) the situation. I had some hecklers, cause I was wearing my bright red Utah shirt, but I also handled them quite well. Also, Canadians don't respond well to you telling them "Well dude, at least I'm not Canadian". Apparently that's an insult, but they should know they are stupid. They also don't respond well to you just turning around, telling them to f-off, and giving them the Ba-Bye wave. Ha ha, they are soooo dumb. The next day we were all up bright and early for the noon kick-off. We again ventured out into the coldness of the morning to find a Tim Horton's (coffee shop), since we did not want to pay $17 for eggs and toast in the hotel. We got into the stadium at about 11:30 and went to find our seats. Surprisingly, in the Roger's Center row 6 and 7 really mean rows 2 and 3. We were super excited. Since I organized the weekend and purchased the tickets, I rewarded myself by sitting in row 6 with Kristin and Corinne and made the boys sit in the other seats in in row 7. The boys told me I was on tv but it was during a touchdown when I wasn't paying attention to the game. Woops! The Bulls ended up losing but the experience was amazing.

Our hotel room

The view

This crazy hallway was inside our room.

Out watching the Utah game.

Walking back to the hotel in the frigid cold.

A different view in the morning.

Today's Events: The International Bowl!

Inside the stadium

Corinne and I on row 2! - Yes I am wearing a Utah jacket, I had to represent.

The 1958 football team

Victor E. Bull

Happy New Year's

This year on New Year's our friend Charlie invited us to a party at his fiance Karen's house. This was a very special party that you had to RSVP for two weeks in advance. That's because it was a Beer Tasting party. I like to think I'm pretty diverse in the beer tasting category but I was schooled by my friends. I got 4 out of 10 the first round and 4 out of 10 the second round. I won no money, but I was not in last place! And plus the second round the beers that were chosen were tasting like feet. I was booed for dumping in to the spit bucket but I'm not one for drinking something that tastes like the way feet smell. After the party at Charlie's we went out to a street in Buffalo called Hertel Ave, which has a lot of restaurants/clubs. It had snowed 10 inches that day so heels weren't a good choice. We made it out with out anyone falling to the ground. We got to celebrate New Year's with many of our friends!

For some reason WWE fighting broke out.

Brooke, Kristin and Corinne, BFF's

'09 is the year of Jim's....

Happy New Year!

Corinne and Brooke