Good verses Bad

So Friday I woke up to snow. Lots of it. It wouldn't stop. Even when I stood on my front porch asking (yelling to) God why he hates me. It continued. It was a sign. I'm hated. It's supposed to be spring. The grass was even turning green (yes, even in MY yard).

That was bad.

School then got out early.

That was bad.

It was also Girls Night .. planned at Shay's. Dinner and movie. We were all snowed in. There was NO way we could all go to that.

That was bad.

BUT WAIT ... around 4pm the sun came out. Just enough to melt it from the roads. Which is really what I find completely amazing about Colorado. Not that I like the snow but it seriously snowed over 10 inches here. That's a lot. But when the sun comes out... it melts. Quick.

So we got to do girls night after all.

That was good.

We ate yummy food ... fajitas ... had not-good-for-you dessert ... watched the movie Ghost Town .. while cuddled on the couch with my best buds. Life was good. We laughed .. talked ... shared .. bonded. AND of course, as with any event at Shay's .. Frank is in the background doing dishes. Amy fell in love. It's the first time she's been over there for that scene. The rest of us .. are used to it. She CLEARLY was not. I had to tell her to wipe her chin .. she was drooling.

On to Saturday.....

I woke up to snow. More snow. It covered my driveway again. Blowing sideways hitting my window. It was like sleet. I put my head under the covers and let the one tear I allowed out.

That was bad.

I finally got out of bed.

That was good.

Went outside to survey the damage. I was planning on a freaking awesome long run. It wasn't pretty .. not at all.

That was bad.

But I decided to change my attitude. Wait, that's a lie. I decided to focus my anger. Into a run. A lightening fast ... long ... awesome .... "I'll show you .. you f'ing weather".

That was good.

Got ready to go with my gaiters, trail shoes, hand warmers and warm headgear. Where's my Ipod? Seriously guys .. where's my shuffle Ipod?? SERIOUSLY DAMN IT ... WHERE IS MY FREAKING IPOD? No where.. it's gone. Can't find it. Stomped around, threw a few items, tore drawers apart, went through the laundry, screamed, cursed, yelled at kids. NO IPOD. Then I sat down and cried. (after beating my fists on the floor .. neighbor kids were over watching the drama unfold in front of them .. why do they keep coming BACK??)

That was bad.

Went for a run anyway. Cried for the first half. Got super bad cramps because I was crying while running.

That was bad.

Got home and went on a mission to find the damn thing. Last resort... trash can outside. Went through three bags of disgusting garbage. But guess what? I FOUND IT!!

That was good.

To end the night Alana and Mark invited me to tag along with them on their date. Dinner and a movie. I like those guys. They are fun. And I think they like me back. I went to bed at 1am.

AND ...

That was good.