Snow Strength

Snomageddon, Snowapaloosa, Snowalots – it doesn’t matter what the name is given the insane 3 feet of snow that currently covers my lawn like a hungry lion on the rump of a zebra. I’ve been shoveling since Friday – almost all night, and I hate it.

Of course muscles that have been dormant for months, some possibly years, have sprung to life in a variety of flaming pain induced spasms. And, the Superbowl is on Sunday, and I have no tv. This will be the first time I’ve ever missed a superbowl. That’s sad, too. But, at least I won’t be alone in not seeing the big game that might be even more sad.

For the past year, I’ve been mopey about how I need a guy in my life. Now Im starting to rethink the whole man thing. Battling three feet of snow has shown me that I really don’t need a male. In fact, I was just thinking the other day about how it’d be nice to have someone sleep over – then it hit me. No it wouldn’t. I couldn’t just be me. I’d have to be a version of me for this other person. I like the version I am, and don’t want to have to change it for another person.

I don’t want to have to worry about food anymore. No longer do I have to listen to a grown man whine like a two-year old about how hungry he is or what’s for dinner, or hurry we have to eat. It’s nice to just eat when I’m hungry and if all I eat is cottage cheese, then, yay for me.

So, surviving the snow has taught me something. Not that it’s over by a long shot. It’s still hovering like a perv outside an elementary school; but I don’t have to be afraid. I’m strong enough to overcome it on my own. I don’t need someone else to do things for me. I’m tougher than I realized – which is way cool.

But, too bad for the guys, cuz, I don’t need ya anymore. And now, you’ve missed out on me. Too bad for you, I’m a cool person.