After spending 9 days back in God's country/Ohio, I was reminded of a number of reasons I enjoy Ohio more than North Carolina. When I woke up my first morning in Ohio, and went out for a run...it was nice. I felt great. I ran far, I felt fresh. What was different? Oh...its because I am not pouring salty water into my eyes, making my shirt and shorts heavy. I sweat in NC as soon as I wake up, I sweat all night, I sweat in the shower, I sweat eating, I don't even know what it is that I do when I run. So, reason number two that NC is inferior to Ohio.....Humidity.
I can deal with the heat, I really can, but when I go for a run at 5:30 (!!!!!) in the morning I like being able to breath thank you very much. And I don't like starting the day of dripping in sweat so much that even after I shower, I am still sweating. When I move back to Ohio, I swear I will never complain about it being hot or humid again. Ever.
Not to mention, the humidity makes my apartment torturous (any, apparently, a wonderful climate for ferocious cockroaches) and has made my electric bill even more terrifying. This month it went up 400% from last month. And May was up from what April was. I would pay this happily if it actually kept me cool, but I have it set at 73 and still sweat through the night in fear of what my bill would look like if I had it set at the wonderfully cool 66 (in my opinion, optimal sleeping temperature).
What's worse...this will likely stick around til October. In Ohio, we would have 6 inches of snow by then. And I will run in 6 inches of snow. I won't run 6 degrees above 90. Which, lucky me, is the projected high for every day in the next 10-days.*
Why is Ohio better than NC? Snow.
*I love weather.com's 10-day forecast and check it daily and have found that the weather can have a dramatic effect on the mood of my day....
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Thursday, July 8, 2010
Reason Number One
This morning I woke up at 6 AM to a little friend greeting me in my apartment. While I say friend, I mean nothing of the sort. This little guy after making me shriek, jump around my apartment, and look for the nearest shoe that I don't mind "ruining", inspired me to begin posting about reasons I can't wait to move back to Ohio/reasons I can't wait to leave North Carolina.
Why this is not the biggest, best, or true number one reason I can't wait to leave....it will be the first I share since it was this little guy who inspired my posting.
Reason number One I cant wait to leave North Carolina (drumroll please)..........
Cockroaches.
Ew.
I tried google-imagining a picture of this disgusting creation and found that even searching for one and then seeing images of them pop up on my screen gave me the shivers and made me uncomfortable touching the key board like one was going to magically pop out of the screen and touch my fingers. So, I decided against it.
There are no cockroaches in Ohio. Somehow, in North Carolina, these things can find a way to get into my securely fastened second story apartment and cock around in MY living room and then get on the bottom of MY tennis shoe. There are no cockroaches in Ohio. Only little rolly-pollys and lady bugs. I can do those.
For your enjoyment, let me try and relive...eh, retype the war that happen in my apartment this morning. Woman vs. Roach.
6 AM. My alarm goes out and walk out into my living room. There we have this little guy. I get a little closer thinking "maybe its just a leaf" - right. This 2 inch beast has antennas that are sticking 2 inches out of its head. Just sitting there. "Maybe its dead", I think. If it was dead, I had already tried to think of ways to push it out my front door without touching it to myself or any personal belongings. I get closer and stomp a little bit about 2 feet away from it. Not dead. Nope. Not dead at all. And quite speedy. I shriek and jump around while it scurries under to television stand. I come back to sanity and I am standing on my couch.
Some may let it stay there, under that TV stand.
Not me. While I'm gone for the day, that thing could multiply. It could get my bathroom. It could get in my clothes and then I wear it tomorrow. It could get in my bed and kill me tonight. NOT staying there. I go and grab a tennis shoe I don't wear anymore. This is war, roach.
Standing as far away as possible from my TV stand while still being able to push it with my foot to move it a bit, I go for the kill. Pushing with my foot, my arm cocked with tennis shoe in hand. The more I think about this, the more I am pretty sure I was a little over-dramatic....but my heart was seriously racing 150 bpm. That is sinus tachycardia, people. The TV stand moves, roach runs out, arm cocks, slams the floor, scream, and bam. Dead roach and awoken neighbors.
Victory is mine. But, now I must get the dead roach out. I gather probably close to 20 paper towels to pick up the beast put it in a plastic grocery bag and carry it, arms fully extended, using only my pointer fingers, past my own trashcan, and go straight to the apartment complex dumpster. I don't know how bugs work...even if that thing is dead, I am not taking the risk of it still being able to have baby roaches or all its friends coming to rescue him from my trash so they can give him an "honorable death".
Morning activities go on...but my eyes are peeled for more intruders. All I could think about was...I have never done that before. We don't have these bugs at home. Man, North Carolina Sucks. Ohio rocks.
Cockroaches. Reason number one I can't wait to move back to Ohio.
Why this is not the biggest, best, or true number one reason I can't wait to leave....it will be the first I share since it was this little guy who inspired my posting.
Reason number One I cant wait to leave North Carolina (drumroll please)..........
Cockroaches.
Ew.
I tried google-imagining a picture of this disgusting creation and found that even searching for one and then seeing images of them pop up on my screen gave me the shivers and made me uncomfortable touching the key board like one was going to magically pop out of the screen and touch my fingers. So, I decided against it.
There are no cockroaches in Ohio. Somehow, in North Carolina, these things can find a way to get into my securely fastened second story apartment and cock around in MY living room and then get on the bottom of MY tennis shoe. There are no cockroaches in Ohio. Only little rolly-pollys and lady bugs. I can do those.
For your enjoyment, let me try and relive...eh, retype the war that happen in my apartment this morning. Woman vs. Roach.
6 AM. My alarm goes out and walk out into my living room. There we have this little guy. I get a little closer thinking "maybe its just a leaf" - right. This 2 inch beast has antennas that are sticking 2 inches out of its head. Just sitting there. "Maybe its dead", I think. If it was dead, I had already tried to think of ways to push it out my front door without touching it to myself or any personal belongings. I get closer and stomp a little bit about 2 feet away from it. Not dead. Nope. Not dead at all. And quite speedy. I shriek and jump around while it scurries under to television stand. I come back to sanity and I am standing on my couch.
Some may let it stay there, under that TV stand.
Not me. While I'm gone for the day, that thing could multiply. It could get my bathroom. It could get in my clothes and then I wear it tomorrow. It could get in my bed and kill me tonight. NOT staying there. I go and grab a tennis shoe I don't wear anymore. This is war, roach.
Standing as far away as possible from my TV stand while still being able to push it with my foot to move it a bit, I go for the kill. Pushing with my foot, my arm cocked with tennis shoe in hand. The more I think about this, the more I am pretty sure I was a little over-dramatic....but my heart was seriously racing 150 bpm. That is sinus tachycardia, people. The TV stand moves, roach runs out, arm cocks, slams the floor, scream, and bam. Dead roach and awoken neighbors.
Victory is mine. But, now I must get the dead roach out. I gather probably close to 20 paper towels to pick up the beast put it in a plastic grocery bag and carry it, arms fully extended, using only my pointer fingers, past my own trashcan, and go straight to the apartment complex dumpster. I don't know how bugs work...even if that thing is dead, I am not taking the risk of it still being able to have baby roaches or all its friends coming to rescue him from my trash so they can give him an "honorable death".
Morning activities go on...but my eyes are peeled for more intruders. All I could think about was...I have never done that before. We don't have these bugs at home. Man, North Carolina Sucks. Ohio rocks.
Cockroaches. Reason number one I can't wait to move back to Ohio.
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