Waiting for the plow to come through, and then having to shovel out where the plow plowed me in as chunks of ice fall off trees and the wind kicks it? Not fun.

I got probably 4 inches depths, plus a coating of ice, which required chipping out my locks.

So there are people that like winter, huh.

I fully acknowledge that the fact I don't have to shovel anything makes me enjoy winter much, much more.

G-Force One makes me wonder about zero gravity sex. Of course, the actual low gravity periods only last a minute or so....

She says, "As actors, we seek roles that challenge and inspire us."

"...in high-profile Hollywood films."

It was wintry mixing when I came in, but it's stopped entirely now. The ground is covered in the worst kind of sludgy wet mush -- it had better ALL melt and run off before it gets cold again.

So there are people that like winter, huh.

I think it's a mental illness, sarameg.

I can't quite figure out if I have to shovel. I live in a house with two apartments, and we both exit through the front porch, which this summer, the downstairs tenant said was hers ( I really don't care). Our landlord takes care of shoveling "common areas", but they don't seem to consistantly shovel the porch.

Personally, I think it is common, since two people use it, but....

One reason to like winter is that I can get work-at-home days. Like today!

More seriously, though, since winter is inevitable where I live, coming to terms with it seems like a good idea. Also, years ago I came to the realization that I hated being cold, not winter itself. So now I dress like unto an Inuit, and my bitterness is much less about the whole season.

I think it's a mental illness, sarameg.

I can live with that.

Also, years ago I came to the realization that I hated being cold, not winter itself. So now I dress like unto an Inuit, and my bitterness is much less about the whole season.

See, I hate being cold, dressing like an Inuit, being exposed to cold against my will, itchy skin that comes with cold dry air and forced heat, the bleakness of the landscape, lack of thunderstorms.... I come full force into my bitterness.

So now I dress like unto an Inuit

OH, made me remember. I must stop wearing sweaters on weekdays. It is too damn hot on the subway AND in my office. I can just suffer a little bit of cold and wear one less layer.

Sophia if she's claiming it as hers, I'd let her shovel.

My upstairs neighbors never shovel. However, being flanked on both sides by guys means they often shovel my part of the sidewalk for me.