Daily Necessities of Life – and Coffee Helps Too
There are so many blog posts this month about the beauties of spring. They are filled with beautiful pictures of butterflies and budding flowers. They contain telling tales of sunshine and spring wonder. They all have a touch of spring magic, if you will. Bull-dippitydoo. Not here in Michigan!
Whatever! These bloggers are clearly NOT from Michigan! Where are they from, Florida? We don’t have anything like that around here. Not for a loooong time!
Honestly, “Spring” in Michigan is not pretty.
In Michigan, we have March Madness. No, it has nothing to do with basketball. It has to do with the anger in our hearts as our beautiful snow turns in to piles of melting crap, our roads are once again littered with potholes from all the over-used salt trucks and mud is everywhere. Every-Flippin’-Where!
No longer is our snow good for skiing or sledding. It’s just kind of icy, crunchy, crappy, ugly, dirty, pee-filled, filth from the street all over it, muck.
Ice fisherman flee their shanties in fear of falling through the ice. Cross country skis and snow shoes get listed on eBay and Craigslist. Figure skaters and hockey players seek out indoor rinks. Skiers sigh as they clean out their lockers at the ski lodges. The snow boarders just stare in amazement because they are still a little high and aren’t really sure what’s going on. Duuude! Where’s the powder?
People love to tout Michigan as the “Four Season State.” Honestly, it’s really more like two seasons (Summer and Winter) with two transitional periods – aka Spring and Fall. Why do you all think we make so much wine?
We need our glorious Michigan Wines to make it through Spring without torching the whole
Son of a MudBucket state! God Bless Michigan!
Spring is merely a vehicle to get us from Winter in to Summer and Fall is just a vehicle to get from Summer to Winter. They don’t count as seasons! They Don’t!
Spring sports in Michigan are tricky. I have literally shoveled snow to get to a buried shed to recover soccer cleats and then — just to add insult to injury — I had to sit in the snow to watch the flippity flapping game! Last year, we missed Little League signup for my boy because the signs were buried in a blizzard. He’s playing ball this year, but his baseball parka is on backorder. WTH?
Yes, we are a pretty sporty state. We love to play, and we love to watch our teams at every level from PeeWee to Pro. But it’s not for the faint of heart in Michigan. You gotta be one tough mofo to watch or play in Michigan.
Some also refer to Summer as Construction Season – don’t even get me started on that bullshit.
Don’t get me wrong! I LOVE living in Michigan, and I honestly would not live anywhere else. Where else can we make memories like these all within a 30-minute drive from home?
But, the price is, we also have to endure memories like this …………… Don’t slip, Princess – You might get dirty!!!!!!!
What is spring like where you live? And don’t lie! I have spies in every state!!!!