I feel like I might owe some people, maybe a lot of people, an apology.

I'm sorry.

I have this bad habit of ending phone calls prematurely. I don't know if it's cultural, personal or biological. But, sometimes, when I am hanging up the phone, I can still here the voice on the other line saying, "Okay then, talk to you later, bye now, okay..."

I did not hang up on you. I did not get fed up with talking to you. I do not mind using my daytime mobile minutes to share a conversation with you. I do like you. I just thought we were done talking.

Weather fascinates me.

I'm a storyteller so it goes without saying that I really can't keep a secret. And this was a pretty fabulous secret, as far as secrets go.

But I'm not much of an actress.

This is why I surprised even myself on Christmas.

But let me go back a few weeks. My husband and I are having a baby and I made an appointment for our ultrasound for Dec. 21st but we told our families that I couldn't get in for an ultrasound until after Christmas, on Dec. 29. Sneaky, right?

It's that time of the year again.

By that I mean it's winter.  And of course, it really started about a month ago.  I like to avoid thinking it's winter until we get a really good snow, and this past week and a half we finally got it. 

I don't like winter.

Don't get me wrong, I love playing in the snow with my almost 4 year old, I do enjoy all the Christmas season brings... but it seems that with the good, there's always some not-so-good... frustrating things...