Polar Vortex?

Polar Vortex? Is that what they are really calling this damn weather system? Isn’t that like a down jacket by Columbia or something? Geez, everything has to have a name nowadays. I call it “hell froze over”. Gawd. -22 degrees this morning. My heat wasn’t keeping up and I had to turn on the fireplace. I never use my fireplace because it is gas and it stinks. It gives me a giant headache. I think I lasted a half hour before I had to turn it off. It warmed up enough and the heat started kicking in. Thank goodness the sun came out and it was toasty all day.

I can’t believe anyone actually went out in this weather. God bless them if they did. My husband had to go to work. He’s management, so he had to be there. I don’t know why they just didn’t close. Well, I do know why, but I won’t bore you with the details. His snow plow froze (yes, literally froze and stopped working), so I think he may have got some actual work done today.

They even suspended mail service today. Seriously! Whatever happened to the old motto “neither rain, nor snow, nor sleet, nor hail…” Those poor guys who deliver on foot couldn’t possibly go out in this weather. My husband’s uncle is a mailman on foot. I can’t even imagine it on a regular winter day.

Flights are cancelled, Amtrak service is cancelled, school is cancelled, most colleges are even cancelled. Many businesses are closed. Yet this afternoon my daughter says, “can we go out to eat tonight?” Umm, that a big negative. When it is colder here than it is in Siberia, we are definitely staying in, sweetheart. Last I checked, we had not moved to Antarctica. She is loving all the days off of school, except that her teachers are emailing her extra homework.

We have a very large homeless population around here, and I pray that everyone finds a warm place to sleep in this awful weather. No one should be outside for any longer than it takes to get to and from your destination. We should all count our blessings for a warm place to live. To those reading this affected by the weather, please stay safe. It looks like good old Mother Nature may locate her Prozac by the weekend. Amen!


Mother Nature needs to seriously find her Prozac. This weather is completely out of control. Do you know it is warmer in Alaska than it is here? I wish I was kidding. I saw on the weather today that it is 23 degrees in Alaska. It is 3 here, and that is the high. Tomorrow the high is expected to be -12. Yes, that is a negative 12 degrees. No school yesterday due to 10 more inches of snow, and no school tomorrow due to frigid temps. I’m guessing if there is one more snow day, these kids will be making up the days and they will be well into mid-June before school is out. Not cool, Mother Nature, not cool.

Also, my husband is fit to be tied with the snow. He has 100+ acres to clear at his work because he is operations manager. Plowing is not his job, but as he is in charge of operations, he needs to make sure it is done, so he gets in the plow and does it too. He spent all weekend there and was there at 4:00 in the morning yesterday. He didn’t get home until 6:30 last night. That’s 14-1/2 hours at work. He’ll be doing it for the remainder of the week, and most likely all weekend. Hopefully no more snow for at least a week. Here’s the best part. With these cold temperatures, the equipment was freezing up and breaking down. I can’t imagine what will happen tomorrow. I hope it keeps working, so they can keep clearing snow. Luckily those plow trucks have good heaters in them and he’s not freezing.

I had an appointment yesterday with my neurologist to get trigger point injections for migraines that I get every 6 weeks. I had to cancel because of the snow. Everything was closed around here. My appointment was very early in the morning and our road wasn’t even plowed by the time I would have had to leave the house. I wasn’t chancing the roads. My husband can see the freeway from his office and he said it was in horrible shape. I got rescheduled for tomorrow, but I’m not very happy about going in this super cold weather. The next opening isn’t for 3 weeks. Maybe I will just decide to suffer a few more weeks though. I don’t think I dare to go out in that weather tomorrow. I have no choice but to take my daughter with me since there is no school and it would really suck if we got in an accident. I guess I would rather have a headache than get in an accident.

I should have moved south a long time ago.

Bees in Winter?

I swear, everything is a national crisis around here. Today I was continuing to clean and pack up my basement to prepare my house for sale. I’m oh so close to being done down there. I ran upstairs to bring up a bag of garbage or two, and put my laundry in the dryer. My daughter comes tearing up the stairs like there is a monster downstairs yelling “there is a bee in the basement!!!!!” Oh come on, it was -8 degrees yesterday, and a balmy 1 above today. How can a bee possibly survive in this weather? Then I remember there is a ceiling tile that has to be replaced, which my husband removed last weekend and has not replaced. Oh no! Please tell me there isn’t a hive in there. Although, if there was, we would be swarming with bees because not the entire basement is finished. If there was a nest, they could get out in the unfinished part. I’m still not liking a giant bee swarming around in my basement.

I went back down to look for it and sure enough, a big, bright, yellow bee was swarming at the lights. My daughter screamed in her ear piercing, high pitched, little girl scream that can wake the dead. The cats scattered, I grabbed our stuff, and we ran upstairs. Thus put an end to today’s basement cleaning. Of course, we couldn’t find one cat, so I had to go down and attempt to locate her. I couldn’t find her, so I grabbed a few boxes in the meantime so I could continue with upstairs cleaning. No sense wasting a weekend day. I called my husband, who is on snowplow duty at work (where else would he be), and begged him to come kill the bee. He was not happy with me. Murphy’s Law states that when he came home to hunt down the bee, it was nowhere to be found. I told him the bee knew he was coming. It was likely trembling in it’s boots somewhere or lunching with its other bee friends.

Don’t you dare come upstairs bee or I’ll get you! (Most likely I’ll scream and run.) Thus goes my saga for today. Again, can’t we just have a normal day? It’s only noon after all. My daughter has a haircut today and wants it short. I shudder to think how THAT will turn out.


I’ve come to the conclusion that I must be horribly unlikeable. It seems that lately no matter what I say or do, particularly whatever I post on Facebook, someone has to bash me. I’m really sick of it. I can post something completely innocuous and get ripped on over it. For example, yesterday I was happy about the snow day because I couldn’t get out of my driveway. My general point in my post was the fact that I didn’t want to drive 20 minutes to school because we got 10 inches of snow. Writing that I couldn’t get out of my driveway was pretty much a joke (although it was true). The roads early in the morning were most likely hazardous or they wouldn’t have called off school. Additionally, I think our street is likely the last street plowed in the whole county. I wish I were joking. I think they forget we exist sometimes. Even if I got out of my driveway, I would never make it down the street.

Well, someone on facebook decided to ask if I had a snowblower. Then got all mean about how I seem helpless because I wait for my husband to do it and I should do it myself, and job division between men and women is ridiculous. Basically telling me I better know how to do it “just in case”. Geez! Way to make me feel like shit!

Look, I’m not helpless. I could figure it out if I had to. Or I would hire someone to do it. I have fibromyalgia and cold weather is physically painful to me, so I don’t do it. Also, my husband has access to a plow truck at work. He came home in the middle of the day and knocked it out in 5 minutes. Why on Earth would I spend hours and put myself through physical pain when he can do it in 5 minutes?

I used to mow the lawn every weekend and I loved it. Then I got pregnant and my OB wouldn’t let me do it. She said the riding mower was too bumpy. I was bummed because I thought it was fun. Then he got a new zero-turn mower and it was his new toy and he won’t let me do it anymore. Again, not helpless.

Yes, I do rely on my husband for many things. He can fix virtually anything where I would likely have to hire a repairman. He is very handy. He fixed the dryer simply by watching a YouTube video when it stopped working. I would have called a guy. He can also fix anything on a car. But, I’m guessing that he relies on me for many things too. That’s what marriage is, leaning on each other. After 21 years, we both have roles and things we do for each other. He knows that when he comes home from work there will be a hot meal on the table and the homework will be done. Maybe that’s old fashioned, but that’s the way we do it. He works his ass off so I don’t have to. I feel like he should have food ready when he gets home.

It seems like no matter what I say or write, people take it the wrong way. Maybe people just don’t like me. Most people don’t even really know me. They are facebook friends, not real friends. I don’t even have any real friends anymore. No one calls me, no one goes out to do anything with me. No one really gives a crap about me. These people who are such jerks on facebook seem to have forgotten that my mother passed away just over 3 months ago. I am still grieving for her. It was a year ago that I saw her for the last time and those memories are very fresh. I’m pretty sure it takes more than 3 months to get over the loss of a mom. People really need to be a little more considerate. I think I’m done with facebook.

Snow Day

We are snowed in! Our school district has FINALLY called a snow day. This is the first time in many years that they have called a snow day. At school yesterday, the kids were hoping for a snow day today, as we were predicted to get up to 10 inches of snow overnight last night. The teacher said not to bet on it, as she has been teaching there for 26 years and only ever had 2 snow days – one for snow and one for extreme cold. UGH! We have only been there for 3 years, but I swear, every other surrounding school will cancel and we will have school. I drives me crazy! Especially since we have a very long drive on sometimes sketchy country roads that are not plowed very well. I have always told her teachers that if we are going to risk our lives to get to school, she won’t be there. Today was one of those days. If school hadn’t been cancelled, I was going to call my own snow day. Thankfully when I woke up, I had a message on my phone that school was cancelled. I let out a big “woohoo”, put a note by her bed that it was a snow day and she should go back to sleep, and went back to sleep myself.

My poor husband on the other hand… snow is a gigantic 4-letter word to him. He is in charge of operations at his company. When it snows he has to make sure the snow is removed from 100+ acres. He had to go in to work at 2:00 am this morning to help clear the snow. (Note: snow removal is not his job.) After he removes snow for 6 hours, he still has to put in a full day of work starting at 8:00 until probably 6:00 pm. He worked all weekend this past weekend removing snow, and will likely spend this coming weekend doing the same. What does that mean? That means he will work far too many days in a row without a day off. If he ends up working this weekend as well, I told him he needs to take a couple days off the following week. He was supposed to have Monday off for Martin Luther King Jr. Day, but nope – he was plowing snow. Not much of his actual work gets done when it snows. It is seriously time for him to train others to do the plowing, which I have harped on for the last several years. He has put in his time. When the poor guy is falling asleep at 7:00 in his chair, I think a change is needed. Another good reason for our impending move. I’m putting my foot down and he is NOT driving on country roads to go in and plow at 2:00 in the morning. Forget it.

Refrigerator Fixed!

My refrigerator is fixed! Hip hip hooray! Hallelujah! And all that good stuff. It took the guy 3-1/2 hours to fix it. So that pretty much took care of my plans for this morning. Oh well, it’s fixed. That’s all I care about. Sure enough, it was the compressor. LG provides a 10 year warranty on the compressor. Why? Because they KNOW it’s going to fail. As I mentioned before, why not just make it better so it’s doesn’t fail? Now that’s a novel idea! That would be much too easy though. They are probably counting on those who just junk it and spent $2,000 on a brand new one. What a great money making scam they’ve got going.

They guy was working for about a half hour and I asked him if it was the compressor or if it involved any other parts that weren’t under warranty. He said he thought it might also be the circuit board (not under warranty). I told him to let me know before he does any work that is going to cost extra. I explained to him that we are putting our house up for sale within weeks and it makes no sense to pay for an expensive repair and sell the house. We have another refrigerator in the garage that works perfectly fine that we can move inside to sell with the house. He completely understood (extremely nice guy). It turned out that the circuit board was only another $200, so we said go ahead and fix it. If it was another $1,000, forget about it.

Well, he was working and making noise, so I went in another room to do something else. He finally finished and said that by fixing the compressor, it fixed the whole thing! No circuit board repair needed! Can I get a woohoo!!!!! All it cost us was the labor charges and the service call. We are super happy. I keep sticking my head in there just to make sure, and it is actually cooling down. Something that hasn’t happened in an entire week. Yes, I am easily amused. He said to wait 24 hours to put food back in, so you know what I’ll be doing tomorrow. It will sure be nice to not have to trek in and out to the garage every time I need a drink. I swear, if I had a dollar for every time I have opened the fridge, I would have enough to pay for the repair!

Difficult Week

This has been a difficult week for me. A year ago today my mom drove from Florida to surprise me for my birthday. She only stayed for one day. Little did I know, it would be the last time I would ever see her alive. She died 3 months ago. It was my birthday this week and it was a challenging day for me. Most birthdays are meant to be celebrated. I couldn’t celebrate because all I could think about was that my mom wouldn’t be calling me this year. Every year for as long as I can remember, my mom would call me and the second I answered the phone, she would sing “happy birthday” in her very off-key voice. I would laugh, then she would say “I was going to call you in the middle of the night at the exact time you were born, but I didn’t think you would appreciate me very much”. She would also call me an old lady, and I would tell her that she was the one with a daughter my age. It was the same routine every year, but I would give just about anything to continue to repeat it for many more years.

Of course, my husband and daughter gave me some sweet memorable gifts. They were not authorized to spend a lot of money on me. Ha ha! We decided to order pizza and my husband brought home some huge cupcakes. They were delicious! As we were eating dinner, our doorbell rang and there stood one of my good friends with a bouquet of tulips for me. She knew I would be having a sad day and she brought flowers for me. It was so sweet. The snow spoiled any chance of going out for dinner over the weekend. So did the sleepover. We’ll have to go next weekend.

Ah, yes, the sleepover. They swore they were going to stay up until 3:00 a.m. I said go for it, but reminded them that they had to be able to stay awake for school on Monday. I reminded my daughter how tired she was at school on Jan. 2 when she stayed up until midnight on New Year’s Eve. Well, they only made it until 11:30. About 9:30, I asked the friend if she would like to call her parents to say goodnight. She looked at me like I had sprouted horns from my head. She clearly had no desire to call them. I felt like she should give them a call to let them know she was alright. If my daughter didn’t call me to say goodnight from a sleepover, I would be a little sad. This parent didn’t seem to care when I saw her this morning. But then again, she had never even met me when she dropped her daughter off here. Sorry, but I need to know the parents before I leave my child somewhere for a sleepover. My kid isn’t hyper, but she is very hyper when there is another friend here.

Today is the final day of trekking out to the refrigerator in the garage. The repairman comes tomorrow morning. It will be a much welcome repair. If I had $1 for every time I have opened the refrigerator by mistake, I would have enough money for the repair! I am a million percent grateful that we kept our old fridge for the garage or we would have been sunk. This is a definite testimony for a second refrigerator. In talking to the repairman on the phone, he also said to get the extended warranty. He said they generally pay for labor with those warranties. I asked him which brands are better and he said to go with whoever provides the best warranties. He said everything is made cheap nowadays, unlike appliances that were made to last many years ago. They are made with thinner material and made to be energy efficient (apparently that means cheap). I guess if I’ve learned anything, it’s to get the extra warranty and spend a few extra bucks on it on future purchases.

Well, that’s my week. They say all the firsts are the hardest. I made it through Thanksgiving, Christmas, and my birthday. Now I have to get through my mom’s birthday. This was a hard week. Luckily, most days are better than this.