You never know, from one winter to another, how much it is going to snow in Utah. Some winters, it seems like we get one or two inches every couple of weeks, but never much more. Other winters, like this one, we seems to get 7 inches every other week. I love the fact that we are receiving moisture for the summer, but I hate the fact that I have to dig out my car. I park in front of my house, which isn't covered parking. This week, I opened the door to find a rather large amount of snow on my car. This is what it looked like after I cleaned off everything but the top. I had to shovel my way to the car, and then clean it off. I have to admit that I miss the days when my dad would clean off my car before he left for work. When I left for school, I would only have to scrap for a minute or two. Now it is a ten minute process before I can think of leaving for work. (Sometimes being an adult isn't any fun.) I have also found that Orem isn't as diligent in clearing residential streets of snow as Kaysville and Farmington are. Oh well, such is life.