At 6:00am on Sunday morning my alarm went off. Thirty minutes later I shuffled to my car as the ground was covered in ice since it snowed the night before. Two inches of snow lay on my car and I am cleaning it off and prying open the frozen door of my honda in my santa hat and socks. If anyone looked out their window, they must have thought I was crazy. I warmed up my car for a good 20 minutes and then made my way through the non-driven, iced over roads to pick up Kristen to head to the Jingle Bell Run. It was 19 degrees that morning. As Mom likes to say, it was "Brrr-cold!"