I was trying to talk myself out of going for a walk today -- just too cold, right?  Temps at ten above with a wind chill below zero? Surely I would die from exposure.  Then I saw the meter-reader guy, trudging through the snow, doing his job - likely out there eight hours today.  So I quit whining, put on the snow pants, two scarves, two hats, two pair of gloves -- total dork-look -- and headed out for a 30 minute stumble around the neighborhood.  Miraculously, I survived.  AND, I noted that the Sparty Snowman I'd reported on a couple weeks ago is no longer single -- he's got himself a Sparty Girlfriend -- Go Green!

After the Rose Bowl Win