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Catch me at NINC
Friday, March 26th, 2010

For all you writers, I’m blogging today at the Novelists, Inc. Blog, talking about one of my favorite things—working the plan. I’d love to see some familiar faces there today!

And for those of you who aren’t writers, I have a question for you…

What is the c-c-c-coldest you have ever been in your life, and what is the (whew!!!) hottest you have ever been in your life?

My answers will be in the comments!

10 comments to “Catch me at NINC”

  1. Delilah Devlin
    · March 26th, 2010 at 9:45 am · Link

    The c-c-c-coldest I’ve ever been? When I first entered the Army I was a communications officer with a unit that provided support to any other unit moving in our region in Germany. Invariably, some division would choose the middle of winter for an exercise. Once I spent 40 days on a mountaintop with snow up to my knees and living in a little tent. I dressed inside my sleeping bag every morning.

  2. Delilah Devlin
    · March 26th, 2010 at 9:46 am · Link

    The hottest? The months I spent in the Middle East during Desert Storm and during the pullout afterwards.

  3. Heather Brewer
    · March 26th, 2010 at 9:57 am · Link

    I have nothing to compare to yours Delilah.

    I would rather be cold than hot though because if you are hot there is only so much you can take off to cool down but if you are cold you can bundle up, snuggle, etc to get warm.

  4. Alice Anderson
    · March 26th, 2010 at 9:57 am · Link

    The coldest I’ve ever been…standing on the coast of Maine on the first day of February, sticking my toe into the Atlantic ocean. That was a different kind of cold. You’d think it would numb you instantly, but instead you feel like a thousand little knives are slicing your skin. Did I mention it was windy? And snowy? And COLD!

    The hottest…many, many summers ago when I spent a week doing endurance riding at horse camp. Shade and a dip in the lake didn’t seem to cool us off at all. Can only imagine how hot the horses must have been. They all got cool bathes at the end of each day though.

  5. Rachel Lynne
    · March 26th, 2010 at 10:36 am · Link

    Pennsylvania the night the artic winds came and the wind chill was like 40 below! I was staying at my aunt’s and all she had for heat was hot water radiators. God it was cold in that old house, might as well have slept outside.
    The hottest? Any given day in Savannah during July and August. 100 degrees and 100% humidity; even at the ocean it’s sweltering; and did I mention the bugs?
    Still wouldn’t live anywhere else 🙂

  6. Lisa J
    · March 26th, 2010 at 11:44 am · Link

    Living in Minnesota I have both every year.

    It gets bitterly cold here with the wind chill in the double digits below zero. January and February the weather tries to kill us.

    July and August we have 100 degree temps with 100% humidity. It makes me question my sanity in living here, but I love the change of seasons.

  7. Delilah
    · March 27th, 2010 at 7:16 am · Link

    Heather, you’re exactly right. Before the pool, I dreaded Arkansas summers. Now, when I get overheated, I can just jump into the water.

    Alice! You stuck your toe into freezing water?! Yup, you’re certifiable! The horse thing though sounds like it was fun.

    Rachel! I’d love to visit Savannah! Someday, you may have someone knock on your door…

  8. Delilah
    · March 27th, 2010 at 7:17 am · Link

    Lisa! And the lakes!! I’ve never been in Minnesota, other than the airport for flight change. But I hear it’s gorgeous! My Norwegian grandfather moved from Minnesota to Washington state.

  9. Scarlett Parrish
    · March 27th, 2010 at 8:04 am · Link

    I live in Scotland.

    I think I win the cold contest. 😀

  10. Bookdragon3
    · March 28th, 2010 at 12:12 pm · Link

    I’m not even going to compete on who’s got the longest thermometer. I leave size comparisons to the guys.
    Personally, both extremes were in college in West Texas. Graduation was in December. I didn’t find out we couldn’t wear anything that showed at the neck of the robe until after I mailed off my only v-neck sweater. So there I was, -4F with a thin robe and lightweight v-neck short sleeved Tshirt. They marched us out of the building well before the end of the ceremony and we had to wait it ended to get to coats and jackets.
    One year, I got blessed with summer school. They had to change the dorms because of some special program. They were doing work on the dorm and had trenches all around it. During the first week, a T-storm took out a retaining wall and knocked out the AC unit on my wing. I was stuck in a west facing room with sealed windows and no AC. I was on the ground floor grad student wing. Since we had one of the few doors that worked, leaving the room open wasn’t much of an option. I had several bouts of heat stroke and still have problems with high heat years later. I finally got the problem with the AC resolved near the end of the semester, but that’s a story in and of itself.

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