I decided to post this here as well...
...for all the folk who are not in nebraska and do not know the joys and experiences of nebraska weather....
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Don't let the travel brochure fool you...
Nebraska does not have four seasons. We don't even have the typical seasons. Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter are not found in Nebraska.
Now, I'm sure you're asking yourself, "what is Nebraska?"
Nebraska's this little-known land located in the middle of the US. It's extremely flat, it's not densely populated, and we have corn. Lots of corn. So much corn, in fact, that in order to intimidate opponents we have named our infamous college football team "the Cornhuskers."
Fear the Cornhuskers. *husks*
This ties in to the seasons, believe me. Our seasons in Nebraska run like this: Football season, Not-Football season. Not-Football season is composed of temperatures ranging from Really-Really-Freeze-Your-Lungs-Cold to Really-Really-Melt-Your-Brain-Hot, often hitting all marks within a span of two days. Bring everything in your wardrobe when you visit Nebraska during the Not-Football season, from heavy wool parkas to Daisy Dukes and tank top, even if your travels only run one week. You will need everything before you trip is over.
This, however, is Football season. Cold. Lots of cold. And snow. It wouldn't be Football season without the temperatures starting out gametime around 50 F, and dropping subzero before the 4th quarter. Again, bring everything in your wardrobe. Not because you will experience Really-Really-Melt-Your-Brain-Hot, but because you will need layers. Lots of layers. And if it isn't Husker-Red, don't even bother crossing the border into our state, you heathens. We have armed Herbie Huskers and Lil Reds guarding the state boundaries watching for anyone wearing *gasp* purple and grey. Or yellow and black. Or blue/red/yellow.
I woke up with frost on my car this morning, and my room was so cold I was shaking so bad I couldn't enjoy my morning stitch - kept dropping the needle. The temps had dropped from 60s in the evening to 30s in the span of a day and my room was no warmer than an icebox.
Welcome, Football season.
See, you can't believe everything the travel brochures tell you. Hear it from one who knows.
This random nonsense brought to you by the Caffeinated!Jo, who is finally feeling her fingertips after this morning's brush with COLD.
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Don't let the travel brochure fool you...
Nebraska does not have four seasons. We don't even have the typical seasons. Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter are not found in Nebraska.
Now, I'm sure you're asking yourself, "what is Nebraska?"
Nebraska's this little-known land located in the middle of the US. It's extremely flat, it's not densely populated, and we have corn. Lots of corn. So much corn, in fact, that in order to intimidate opponents we have named our infamous college football team "the Cornhuskers."
Fear the Cornhuskers. *husks*
This ties in to the seasons, believe me. Our seasons in Nebraska run like this: Football season, Not-Football season. Not-Football season is composed of temperatures ranging from Really-Really-Freeze-Your-Lungs-Cold to Really-Really-Melt-Your-Brain-Hot, often hitting all marks within a span of two days. Bring everything in your wardrobe when you visit Nebraska during the Not-Football season, from heavy wool parkas to Daisy Dukes and tank top, even if your travels only run one week. You will need everything before you trip is over.
This, however, is Football season. Cold. Lots of cold. And snow. It wouldn't be Football season without the temperatures starting out gametime around 50 F, and dropping subzero before the 4th quarter. Again, bring everything in your wardrobe. Not because you will experience Really-Really-Melt-Your-Brain-Hot, but because you will need layers. Lots of layers. And if it isn't Husker-Red, don't even bother crossing the border into our state, you heathens. We have armed Herbie Huskers and Lil Reds guarding the state boundaries watching for anyone wearing *gasp* purple and grey. Or yellow and black. Or blue/red/yellow.
I woke up with frost on my car this morning, and my room was so cold I was shaking so bad I couldn't enjoy my morning stitch - kept dropping the needle. The temps had dropped from 60s in the evening to 30s in the span of a day and my room was no warmer than an icebox.
Welcome, Football season.
See, you can't believe everything the travel brochures tell you. Hear it from one who knows.
This random nonsense brought to you by the Caffeinated!Jo, who is finally feeling her fingertips after this morning's brush with COLD.