Singing In The Rain

So it turns out that me posting about being a fat kid really brings in the readers. Even with that I am going to resist writing more blogs about being fat, at least for the moment. Who knows, maybe in a bit when I am feeling like you all have abandoned poor little ole me I will resort to pulling you in with fat kid confessions. Either that or when I am having one of those oh sweet jeebus everything I own looks horrible on me, I am a hippo of mass proportions days, then I will bust out the fatty blog to try to turn my outlook about it around. Ok, totally enough of that.

I was going to write a totally different, rather explicit in content, post from this one earlier today but instead I am going to blog about the mundane. That's right, it's time for the small talk. We are going to blog about the...WEATHER! yay!! Ok don't abandon me now avid readers, this is going to be more exciting than that. At least I hope o.O So today has been one of those weird cracked out weather days in Seattle. When I left the house this morning it was snowing/slushing or something. Then there was some sun, then there was some pouring down rain, then a couple blocks of mist, then some pouring down rain mixed with hail and by the time I got back was thunder and lightening. And in the midst of wishing for some sun so I can get rid of this pasty white "tan" I've got going on I desperately wished to be little again. Whenever it would actually rain in San Diego, like RAIN RAIN, not just some drizzle like was normal, I would go and grab the nearest umbrella and rush outside to sing the chorus of "Singing In The Rain" over and over while twirling my umbrella. As if that wasn't fun enough by the time I got around to high school El Nino was all the weather rage and there were constant warm weather rain showers. Since I mostly walked home those first couple of years I ended up doing a mad amount of puddle jumping. There is nothing quite so exciting as running full out and jumping as high as you can into a giant puddle. Wooosh! Water splashes everywhere. You are instantly soaked. And now there is absolutely no good reason NOT to jump in every puddle you find along the way. Then came today. I used an umbrella to get out of my car and walk to my front door because I hate getting my glasses wet. How lame is that??? With that lowly thought reeling through my mind I had a brilliantly redeeming moment. As I walked into the bedroom to put my stuff away there was a huge roll of thunder. My heart sped up in excitement and I had to resist the urge to run to the nearest window to try and see the lightening that had already passed. And there it was, that wonderful glimpse of the little kid that still runs rampant through my system. Yay! I love that little kid part of me. She is one of the main reasons that I am who I am. And it's one of the best parts of who I am.

So, to hopefully bring a little bit of your inner kid out to play on this wet and ridiculous Pacific Northwest day here is some good old fashioned musical singing and dancing!

p.s. don't let the man get you down! ;)