Four Things I Learned Shoveling Snow in ATLANTA

I walked by the window yesterday and saw my neighbor outside clearing her driveway, got excited and volunteered to go shovel ours. I live in an equal opportunity house, Husband had no objection, and I really needed wanted to get out for a minute. We’ve been snowed in since Sunday night. Enough said.

While it SEEMED like a good idea, I grew up in Connecticut and thought I knew everything about snow, I quickly learned a few things:

Don’t volunteer to shovel snow when its NOT snow. It was ice. Solid ice. Yeah, that’s different than the light, fun, fluffy stuff. I should’ve turned myself around when I stepped on it and slid 6 feet across the driveway.

Get yourself a BIG ASS shovel. And apparently some other tools – like an ice pick. Ok, I didn’t have an ice pick, or a shovel for that matter so I borrowed my neighbor’s and used a metal rake to break up the ice before I shoveled it. Hard core, right?

Shoveling snow ICE is a workout. I’ve been in Atlanta too long and forgot everything I learned in Snow Shoveling 101 like it’s a WORKOUT. I got two workouts in yesterday and I think the shoveling might have burned more calories than my dumbbells. Good for Project Me.

I was the ONLY fool out there taking pictures. Um, yeah. None of my neighbors are bloggers or apparently facebookers either 'cause not one of them were out there snapping any pics of the crushed ice they just moved. Now that I think about it, none of them were out there crushing ice. Hmm.

Speaking of pictures, Husband was kind enough to pry himself from the Playstation 3 and take some photos.

The driveway before

Me and the big ol’ shovel

Ice, ice, baby

The rake I used to break the ice

The driveway after

Even though the driveway is clear the kids still aren’t going to school. We’re on day three folks – gasp! I love spending time with my kids, but I don’t want to get in the way of their education. I’m just sayin’.

Winks & Smiles,