Spring into Cold, Ya'll

I realize how cliche my title for this story truly is. I do pity the fool(s) who use the phrase "spring into..." anything referring to an event occurring in the beginning days and weeks of spring. But living in New Mexico, and in Albuquerque to be exact, the weather here is just a fickle as my using the "spring into" phrase.

Watching the weather channel recently has been my form of entertainment. The degrees from cold to hot fluctuate as much as Oprah's weight issues. Finally, where there claimed to be a 3 day period of potential shorts wearing warmth, I jumped at the idea of having drinks on a patio- wearing such footwear as flip flops or other strappy sandal ensembles, to begin the tanning process for summer months to come.

And on the first days of spring, the weather was both wonderful and miserable. It really did snow in the morning and warm up to sunny clear skies in the afternoon. My sandals became very confused. Used to hot pavement beneath, and sweaty thong indents between the first (and for some, evolution toe) second toe, both flip flops and feet alike were cold and sweat less. Even more confusing, the day post confusing weather arrangement, it was rainy, cold and wool sweater worthy!

Now, I have lived in NM for all of my years (minus a glorious one here and there) and for the most part, every spring is the same. The promise of sunny days sweeping up clouds away is guaranteed to always be followed with the disclaimer of "but not before you unpack all of your warmer-wear-gear to face a random Wednesday with a high of 47 and wind gusts at 45 mph, 100% chance of rain..." I must admit, I enjoy the spontaneity of the unpredictable weather, but it makes it difficult to plan a afternoon on the perfect patio double-fisting Red Stripes, and obtaining a massive Kim Kardashian sunglasses tan-line.

Another great aspect of Spring time that I have found to be unforgivably true is that there is enough distance away from New Years, that many individuals begin forgetting their annual resolutions. Gym goers tend to fizzle out a bit, and because when people are faced with sun and warmth, nothing screams GOOD IDEA like Margaritas and out-door seating. Afternoon imbibing, and evening strolls minus winter coat??? I think so!!! Cute shorts and cuter mini dresses!!! Who doesn't like to see a little leg action? With the secret promise lingering in the air that summer is just around the corner, it seems appropriate to renege (note to self, double check spelling and correct definition of word to prevent looking like an ass) on my daily yoga "resolution" and instead lather myself in a mix of SPF 45 and tanning oil to achieve the less than perfect burn while lounging on my plastic fluorescent lawn chair in my roommates backyard.


(Since today is rather chilly, I am indeed writing this from indoors, in a sweatshirt, on a Lazy Boy watching Harriet the Spy- the equivalent to what was previously mentioned, minus SPF 45).


And to complete the spring-time-saga of which this story has become, the Ty Murray Invitational is this weekend and (begin reading in a thick Texan accent) The boyfriend and I are going. That's right, ya'll, I'm fixin' to go to the Bull Riding with all them other buckle bunnies. I intend to wear my big buckle, and plaid shirt, and boots, and drink Coors (pronounced Keeers lite) and enjoy the shit outta my self. Damn Skippy!!