The greater Philadelphia area has officially broken it's record as the snowiest winter. It was 1995-1996 with 65.5" of snowfall that winter. I remember that winter.. I was 11. It was awesome! We had like three feet of snow at one time. My brother and I built forts in the backyard, as in we would pile all of the snow up in one big pile, and then dig a whole bunch of tunnels and have a snowball war. Strangely enough, it was very warm in our ice-houses. So far in the winter of 2009-2010, we've had 72" of snow. That's six feet. Six feet of snow.
I'm a little sad that I can't do that now. I mean, I could... but people would definitely look at me funny. Now that I'm a responsible adult (ha!) I really dislike snow. Though, this has been the first time that I've been able to stay home because of snow. Because I couldn't get out of my house. And even if I could get out of my house, if a cop found me on the road... I'd get a ticket with a pretty hefty fine. So I was going NO WHERE. Two whole days being stuck with Gene and no way to go anywhere else? You think I'd like that. I didn't. I was SO READY to go back to work today.
You would think that being home, and having plenty of time, that I would have exercised my little heart out. Nope. I haven't turned on Jillian since Feb 1. It's been a while. But I've been shoveling! A lot! My biceps are tired!! Tonight I'll get back into it. I've just been so unmotivated. I was so stressed out from the big work project... then it was "that time," so I was so not in the mood to do any physical activity... and then we got a shit-ton of snow. So shoveling was my exercise. I think I may have thrown out my back again. Stupid snow. I didn't even get a lot of knitting done! I can't find a single tapestry needle. I have no idea where they all got to. I have five... and I can't find a single one!
For now, I'm just going to imagine Mexico. Or Hawaii. Or Bermuda. And PRETEND like I'm not surrounded by snow and ice. Yuck.