12/17/07 - 2 feet of glorious motherfucking snow. My lower lumbar feels like it's been repeatedly kicked in by savage mules from all the shovelling, but damn do I love this weather. You know what has always pissed me off, though? The growing amount of assholes and whiny shits who bitch about cold and snow .... when we live in fucking New England. I live here and raise my kids here because I love it. I love the warm summers, I love the crisp springs, I am goddamn nuts about the awesome explosion of color in the fall, and when it's winter, I want 2 feet of friggin' snow. No questions. Is it so much to ask that for the 3 months that the calendar says "winter" there is some goddamn snow on the ground? And when there is, what happens? People bitch. I hate it when I just spent 20 envigorating minutes cleaning ice and snow off the Steve McQueen of Mini-Vans?, pull into the Dunkin Donuts at the gas station, and 2 soccer moms and an accountant are complaining about the cold weather. In December. What the fuck do these people expect? Why do they even fucking live here? Don't like it, move to Nebraska or Georgia or New Mexico. Get the fuck away from me. Because even though my back hurts like an old man who writes complaint letters to the FCC all day, I love shovelling snow and scraping cars. Comes with the territory and makes me feel alive. It's part of being from New England. Embrace it or leave, you whiny bastards.
