As a teenager, my brother watched TWC- The Weather Channel like it was a television program.
Eating his fourth bowl of Captain Crunch he was always in a daze. Just shoveling the spoon in his mouth as the weatherman spit out the weather forecast.
I was always so perplexed by this.
How could one seriously watch this channel all day?
His entire life depended on the weather (at least he thought so at the time, I bet if you asked my Mom she would have disagreed)
He was either watching for the next hurricane to arrive on the East Coast for some waves or a little snow in SouthWest Va so he could do some "flippy tricks" on his snowboard.
He was pretty fantastic at both so I don't blame him for wanting a good forecast in order to show-off his talents.
You see, you learn a lot from big brothers.
Even though at times, you wonder if you ever will.
Besides, how to give your little sister a "noogy" or how to pin your sister down in 3 seconds FLAT.
(he was also a "wrastler"- his only indoor sport)
So the pondering of The Weather Channel obsession has never left me.
Now I am married to a landscape designer who Surfs and Hunts for fun.
Ok, there you go more weather permitting activities.
The weather has become a pretty important aspect of my life.
I tend to always make conversation with strangers about the weather.
I think everyone does this, right?
Most people don't talk to strangers.
Anyhow, so I have a secret.
Do you have a secret?
I have a secret that I do not wish to share, but feel I must in order to complete my thoughts for this post.
Here it goes:
I have become a techy nerd when it comes to my iPhone.
I don't have a ton of apps, but my iPhone is one of my closest pals.
I know, I know this sounds disgusting and ridiculous.
I know, this is why it's a secret.
I admit before I even to say Good Morning to the dogs or get out of bed- my phone is in hand and I always check the weather first and then see who might have "scrabbled" me while I was sleeping.
I have begun to feel guilty about this, but I have found someone to blame.
You see, it's not my fault that my husband's work day depends on the weather or that I grew up with a brother so close to weatherman either.
I blame external factors.
Is that fair? Am I off the hook?
Maybe just maybe, it might have a little to do with if I am going to wear open-toed shoes on a brisk morning or if I am flaunting a skirt or a pair of wool pants!
Fashion only is 10% to blame.
I check the temperature not just in the morning, but probably every hour.
I know, completely obsessive. and totally ME!
Sometimes you just have to embrace the things you obsess over, give them a big hug, and accept that you are a bit whack.
That's what I do!