No matter what the weather, there always seems to be someone who can find something to complain about.

For months, we've been hearing how much we need moisture. We finally got it. Granted we didn't need it all at once, but just take a look outside and you'll realize there's a lot of moisture laying on the ground and in places it could be there till March.

As I watched the Weather Channel this morning, I heard a man from Wisconsin complain because there were still flowers blooming and his trees were starting to blossom -- there's just no pleasing some people.

Personally, I like the snow -- with a few exceptions -- when I have to shovel it, when I have to drive in it, when I have to walk through it to get to the car, and when I slip on the ice underneath it and end up on my backside.

I don't care for the wet feet I get when I have to walk outside and I hate getting my hands cold when I have to make snowballs and bombard Brad with them.

Basically, my favorite part of a deep snowfall is sitting inside and looking at it from the warmth of my house, while drinking a cup of hot chocolate.

Unfortunately, there have been a lot of people who haven't had the opportunity to stay at home and enjoy the warmth of hearth and home. During the first storm that swept through McCook, power lines drooped with an inch of ice.

Brad and I watched with trepidation as tree limbs fell from the oldest tree on our property. The smaller branches left us with little concern, but one branch in particular had us a little concerned. The branch is about 30 feet long and has been dead since we moved into the house eight years ago. It hangs high above the house, curling its way over the top of my kitchen. The tree itself seems to be well on it's way to someone's fireplace, and it wasn't until after the storm that I worried what might have happened if the whole thing were uprooted and landed on the house.

Since our house is all-electric, we started making plans for evacuation. If the branch fell, or the electricity went out, we decided, we'd make our way out to the camper and use the propane stove to keep warm. Unfortunately, we haven't fixed the propane heater in the miniature, snowbound, mobile home, but it would offer us more protection than the house.

Fortunately, both the 30-foot branch and the electrical line stayed where they belonged and we stayed nice and warm.

I hope the same can soon be said for those who have lost their heat.