I *love* humidity. Dry heat is an adjustment for me. People in New Orleans thought I was crazy because I'd never turn on the AC in my car. It did help that I didn't have to to show up anywhere looking freshly turned out.
I've really got to learn to just do the damage and get out of town. It's the 'stay and gloat' that gets me every time.
Ethan Rayne ,'Potential'
Spike's Bitches 24: I'm Very Seldom Naughty.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
§ ita § - Jun 26, 2005 6:08:52 am PDT #6983 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Nora Deirdre - Jun 26, 2005 6:12:20 am PDT #6984 of 10001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
the dryer we bought was electric, and we didn't have the right outlet voltage. The previous owners had gas, and we are dumb and didn't realize there would be a big difference. Ah well, homeowning, living and learning.
vw bug - Jun 26, 2005 6:14:00 am PDT #6985 of 10001
Mostly lurking...
Ah...that's not dumb. Glad you figured it out, though.
Topic!Cindy - Jun 26, 2005 6:21:08 am PDT #6986 of 10001
What is even happening?
I have an electric dryer. At our first house, the home owner either didn't have a dryer, or had something hooked up, other than the 220 outlet you're supposed to have. I disremember, because it's been so long. At this house, they had an electric dryer. That said, I grew up with a gas dryer, liked it better, and am pretty sure my mom said they're cheaper to run, and not as hard on your clothes.
Volans - Jun 26, 2005 6:24:00 am PDT #6987 of 10001
move out and draw fire
I slept in also, vw, although it wasn't a big deal as I didn't have anywhere to be today. The baby put off his 5:00 am feeding until 7:00 am. Which was kind of him as I didn't get to bed until 1:00 am.
I am not a big fan of humidity (grew up in New Mexico, go figure), but I adapted okay in Malaysia. Even kept my long hair. When I first got there I saw people wearing jeans and thought they were mental, but at about the six-month mark I realized I was wearing jeans pretty regularly. When I came back to the US it was in the high-90s in the East Bay, and I had to wear jeans and a sweatshirt to be comfy. That's when people started looking at me like *I* was mental.
Of course, I was also confused about which side of the road to drive on, and wouldn't take or give anything with my left hand, which made drive-thrus problematic, so it may have been more than the apparel.
But yeah, the real reason I don't like humidity is that the bugs get really freaking big.
Topic!Cindy - Jun 26, 2005 6:26:59 am PDT #6988 of 10001
What is even happening?
When I came back to the US it was in the high-90s in the East Bay, and I had to wear jeans and a sweatshirt to be comfy. That's when people started looking at me like *I* was mental.I think I just died on your behalf. Ugh. I can't wear sweatshirts in the 70s.
Volans - Jun 26, 2005 6:32:11 am PDT #6989 of 10001
move out and draw fire
Yeah well, I de-acclimated pretty quick also - it was really hot thar summer in LA, and the place I was working didn't have a/c. I was working in the attic and actually fainted from the heat; must've been 120 in there.
Laura - Jun 26, 2005 6:52:24 am PDT #6990 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.
But yeah, the real reason I don't like humidity is that the bugs get really freaking big.
This is an issue for sure. I tolerate hot better than cold. Ideal for me is mid 80's daytime and mid 60's at night.
Skipped 900+ posts because dial-up sucks. We drove from Florida to Staten Island with ease. Dropped MIL at SIL's house and headed north. The mountains are lovely and cooler than the city. Not much exciting to report. Just chillin'.
Tomorrow I pick up Brendon in Syracuse and will spend the night at some B&B in NY wine country. We retrieve the boys from basketball camp on Wednesday.
Just doing the vacation thing. Bought a bunch of fireworks on the way up the highway.
I hope all was well in my skippitude. Kristin, I saw your note about the send off invites. Is this while I am still in the NE region?
Lee - Jun 26, 2005 6:58:44 am PDT #6991 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Of course, I was also confused about which side of the road to drive on, and wouldn't take or give anything with my left hand, which made drive-thrus problematic, so it may have been more than the apparel.
Are these things related, or is taking something with your left hand considered wrong in Malaysia.
ION I just saw a bug in my kitchen. I'm pretty sure it wasn't a cockroach, but still not something I want to wake up to.
Susan W. - Jun 26, 2005 7:12:02 am PDT #6992 of 10001
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights
When I came back to the US it was in the high-90s in the East Bay, and I had to wear jeans and a sweatshirt to be comfy. That's when people started looking at me like *I* was mental.
I think I just died on your behalf. Ugh. I can't wear sweatshirts in the 70s.
Me either. I'm turning Seattle enough that I'll put on shorts once it hits 65 or 70, though unlike DH I'll stick to jeans until it hits 75 or so if I'm going to be in the shade and not moving around (e.g. at a ball game).
The only thing I like about humidity is it makes my hair almost fluffy. And I'm not sure it counts as humidity when it's cool or cold, but I like living in a place with cloudy, wet winters, because I no longer get winter dry skin.
And I know, I grew up in Alabama. Yes, my heat tolerance was higher as a child, but I never really enjoyed it. My favorite thing about the heat was always AC--when we had window units, I used to read in a chair by the AC so it would blow on my face. When we went to central AC, I'd read stretched out on the floor in my room, book propped against the wall, cool air again blowing on my face.