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Certainly I see your point. I live in a desert, and I've always much wished I lived up in the mountains at least during the summer. Because of my genetics - this unfortunately is a hereditary thing - I'm much more prone to overheating than even feeling cold. So in the summer time I roast; as a child, during the summer I spent most of my time with the sprinkler on, jumping on a sopping wet trampoline with my brothers. Black feet, black knees, soaked clothes...and a lot of fun because we were semi-accident prone as a group and bouncing around with limited space only increased that. I'd sunbathe to dry off, usually, and often wound up sunburned or with a tan several shades darker - I'm one of those lucky people who typically only burns badly once a year and tans the rest of it. Frankly, my bf and I agree on this: we'd rather live somewhere cold than somewhere hot, simply because it's easier to warm up than it is to cool down. And hotter places tend to have way more light, which is not such a good thing since he's dyslexic and gets migraines easily. Me, I don't mind some heat - but I much prefer the mountain summers here than the desert valley summers. I didn't ever overheat in the mountains as a kid, except during hunting season when the weather's changing and is difficult to judge. And that was because I was wearing too many layers; I stripped down as much as I could and ended up walking around in an orange vest, a T-shirt, and multiple layers of pants. (My lower half doesn't much notice temperature changes, or at least doesn't complain to me if it does. My upper half, on the other hand....) You have a point - though I'd only been joking with my friend's mom, and I wasn't wearing gloves or even a heavy jacket, so I had every reason to be miserable during that ride back to the truck. Ever had sleet and hail hit the sensitive skin between your fingers while you were driving an ATV? Ouch. But what I was talking about with the 'weather ironies' comment was that, as if the weather itself was mocking me for joking about it, I got hit with all three types of weather my friend's mom and I had discussed, exactly two weeks after we discussed it. And then the truck didn't even get hit by the weather until after we were loaded and heading out. That's the ironic part, if you ask me. I muttered unflattering things under my breath for some time after I got into the truck. It wasn't funny...except that it was, of course. Honestly my favorite weather is snow. I prefer dry snow, but as long as the wind isn't blowing hard enough to freeze me, I don't mind wet snow either. In that, I am very much a winter child. I love the winter weather around here, and camping and fires and roasting marshmallows and all those winter activities. And, honestly, if I had a job where I could work from home at least during the winter, I would love to live up in the mountains. Sure, snow me in! Make me shovel my roof! I'd have a specially built back porch where I could have fires all year long, with water or sand to put it out with close by just in case.

As much as I love - love - snow, I feel the need to complain. My bf has been wanting to take a walk while it snows for nigh on a week now. This would be fine, except that the only time it's snowed lately is after dark. (Okay, this would still be fine - I may be insane, it's quite possible - but for the wind chill factor and the sheer wetness of the snow.) This...evening...morning...whatever you want to call it, I gave in. I said okay, let's go walk in the snow. (Keep in mind that I'm crazy enough that three feet of snow, wet pant legs and a morning outhouse trip merely has me calling it "nippy"...but that the snow was, once again, wet, and the wind wouldn't stop blowing.) I had on a nice fuzzy hat, my heavy-duty jacket which did its job admirably, and had doubled up my pants with a set of windbreakers as the outer pair. All well and good. And I never seem to notice much when my legs get cold anyway; the windbreakers just help keep some of the body heat in. Good enough. But my face is still chilled and my nose was running - not that I could tell when it actually started, since that wet snow kept hitting my face and melting, and the wind just kept cooling it on my face so I could be that much colder.... And we were walking through drifts that were six inches to a foot deep, though in the windswept areas the snow went down to as much as an inch or less. Yes. My wonderful, loving, usually-smarter-than-this bf decided to take a walk to the convenient store in the middle of such a night. It's about a fifteen minute walk each way in good weather. This was not good weather. Our time doubled. Know what he said to me on the way back? "This might not have been the best time to go for that walk." Gee, ya think, dear? *growls and grumbles* Oh well. We got home and he lit a fire, I heated up water for instant cider (we need to go buy more real cider), and he made me a bowl of hot instant potatoes to go with my cider. I kind of nudged him into it, but my cheeks feel he deserved it. I'll make it up to him later. On a (somewhat) different note, am I the only one who gets weather ironies? By which I mean...well, I'll explain the incident that stands out most in my own experience. During one particularly dry year in autumn, I was walking home and passed a friend and his mom heading out. They pulled over, so I stopped to chat for a bit and my friend's mom said, "I wish it would rain." Me being me, I had to drawl, "No, no, you've got to wish for the really miserable weather - like sleet and hail!" (Yes, I really was enthusiastic about it.) The ironic part? Exactly two weeks later, to the day, I was 4wheeling with my dad and grandpa. We'd taken a nice long drive, had a picnic, were goofing around checking out the scenery on the way back...and when we hit about halfway back, the weather went from sunny and mountain-cool to, in the following order: rain, sleet, hail, sleet, and more rain. It stopped maybe a five minute walk from the truck - maybe. Truck didn't even get wet until we were loaded and on our way out again, but we were soaked, had hail stuck to us, hah, it was...for lack of a better description, ironic. We'd even tried to wait out the hail under trees, but it was so heavy - some of the hail we know for a fact was half an inch - that the trees weren't deflecting it, weren't sheltering anything. So we made for the truck in bad weather. Probably did double- or triple-time coming out, which maybe wasn't the brightest - there'd been spots we'd been cautious of on the way in that, for example, we practically flew over on the way out - but we had no accidents, just some really miserable weather. My friend's mom - and my friend - got quite a kick out of it when I recounted the incident. But really - am I the only one?

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Yeah.... Know what you mean there. 'bout drives me nuts, dealing with my family half the time. Seriously, one of the few things we all have in common is a fondness for meat, pickles, and olives...the rest of our tastes are so varied most of us barely have anything in common. Religion...put it this way, in my family it's very hit-and-miss. Some of us have it, some of us don't, and the rest of us have our own odd beliefs that mesh a number of different religions' teachings. It's quite fun, if confusing.

Actually, it made me laugh too. I've told you, yes, that I laugh at morbid things too? I do. As the quote goes, "Have a good laugh every day, even if the situation is ridiculous." (I can't remember who said it! Photogenic Idiot Captures Totem Ursa; Return Expected, Says Questionable Urban Elkhound. (I started out with the moderately humorous, but it turned into something absolutely impossible. Unless you speak dog, which I'm supposedly pretty good at.) T U M U L T U O U S

I'd be fed up with that sister too. Instead, I am fed up with the younger twin of my brothers. I mean, he's family and I love him...but if we weren't family, he's not the kind of person I'd choose to associate with. Y'know? He's manipulative and a mooch, and claims it's the parents' fault he doesn't have a job...but the thing is, he dropped out of high school and had to return this year because he can't make it into town to do the GED thing instead, and every time he has money, instead of spending it sensibly and paying for his own ID or some such, he blows it on soda, video games and junk food. Now, I can't blame the twins entirely for their attitudes - either twin - because their dad pays for their X-Box Live, their internet, and Netflix for all five computers in the house...without requiring that those old enough to work pay anything in rent. And, I'm sorry, the twins are almost 20; they can damn well pay rent. I was helping with bills by the time I was 17 - not because my step dad required it, but because if they needed help, well, I had nothing better to spend my money on than survival and family who'd supported me, right? So the way the twins were acting...when my step dad finally cracked down on the twin that actually has a job and said he had to help with the bills if he expected to keep all the little extras they pay for, I was thinking, "Finally." Then he didn't do anything about the other twin, which I would have, but.... So I see where you're coming from, with a sister like that.

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I've read a few of your works, and you do very well - and I like Sirius as bottom, though I don't mind him as top. And Remus - I've never understood why more authors don't write him as top; he's an aggressive werewolf at least part of the month, every month, sometimes twice a month. So particularly around those times, I'd figure he'd be more demanding, more Dom. As for this flamer - I have to wonder if this person, these accounts, are doing this to anyone else. I mean, it's not right that it's being done to you, but that kind of rampant rudeness usually spreads to more than one person, y'know? Anyway, yes, many thanks to the staff here for keeping an eye on flamers/trollers/spammers, because that behavior is...immature, rude, and intolerable. Much better to just leave a story if you don't like it.

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