6+” of heart attack snow. Known in our house as snowball fight snow.

This is one of the children who was concerned with getting snow in his sneakers. Wha? Since when? When I suggested wearing boots the children looked at me like I had 6 heads. I do not.

I find it distressing that the photos look like there is very little snow. It looks like there is much more in person. Especially while sinking up to your mid-calf trying to walk through it or brushing off a minivan. It is very heavy. Very sticky. I wish I had gotten a photo of the van with lumps of snow sticking out from the sides of it. Not all uniform like usual but giant clumps stuck here and there. Very odd looking and very difficult to get off the van. Read: time consuming – hence the dearth of photos. As to why I did not park in the garage last night? The sun that has been shining lately has caused the children to play outside. This has resulted in them to leaving toys all over the garage. Add to that the denial I was in over the impending snow and my innate laziness. Hence, the inability to fit the van into the garage without driving over several balls, bikes, scooters and other various paraphernalia.

In related news: The apocalypse has arrived. There was no snowball fight while waiting for the bus. Just standing around, talking and laughing. The end must be near.

‘Tis Love Thursday in blogland and I’m expressing my love through links to some of my favorite bloggers.

First, we have Cursingmama‘s How Green Are You?
As you can see, my green IQ is 63. I have no idea how this stacks up against anyone else except for what the site below tells me – not too bad.

The next blogger you should definitely check out, if you haven’t already, is Sharon Lyn over at s.m.ART. She got me addicted to FreeRice. I’m loving this site!

My highest vocab level is 42 and I’ve donated thousands of grains of rice since I discovered this site last night. I’m getting pissed though because I can’t get past level 42. I have learned a few new words though. I’ve also repeatedly gotten a couple wrong. So I suppose I can be taught but I can also be especially dimwitted.

My favorite word I came across was omphaloskepsis. Do you know what this means? No? I didn’t but I should. I’ve linked to the answer. Now tell me the truth… did you know what it means?

I must sign off now because the power keeps going out here at work and I must actually do some work while I still can.

I have been researching local yarn shops. They are not easy to come by in this area and they seem to be open only during regular business hours (for the most part) and Saturdays. This means I can’t get to them! But I think I shall scoot out a itty bit early today (slow day, boss away) and go to the closest one.

I’m trying really hard to find some variegated cotton yarn for a scarf project I saw but it is impossible to locate the type of yarn I want for it. The discovery that variegated cotton yarn in a worsted weight is so difficult to come by led me to think of learning to dye my own.

Who knew that was so difficult and kind of dangerous? I’ve read talk of burning holes in things and protective garments. Have I mentioned I’m a bit seriously clumsy? Well, I am so this gives me serious pause. Also, I would need someplace to do this type of work. And time to do it. So it is not looking good at the moment (or more likely, ever). Besides all that there is so much to learn before I even begin. Time people. Time I don’t have right now. And when I look to the future I see no time there either.

But! The fact I found a scarf pattern I might actually complete has me smiling. Also, I ordered a bunch of needles today. Nice wood circulars and interchangeable circulars – YAY! Can’t wait to get them. I may learn this sock knitting thing after all. Or not. We’ll see.

I have a new, totally never going to happen, dream. I’d like to open a yarn shop (I know the perfect spot.) that carries everything but wool. I’m allergic to wool so no wool in my shop! I could have some cutesy name all kinds of fiber alternatives to wool. I would have a place to hand dye yarn and some comfy furniture for people to hang and knit on. Maybe a coffee corner with some yummy dessert type foods. Yarn every where that I could use!

As I said though, never going to happen. I have no business sense and I’m far too lazy. I would have to deal with banks and loans and real estate and learning how one buys things as a retailer. GAH! And tax things. I would actually need an accountant! And I would end up going out of business because I could pretty much guarantee my area couldn’t support something like that. I’m betting the majority of knitters where I live (I know they must be out there) are buying their yarn at walmart. Not likely to spend the kind of money required at a shop like I described.

So bankruptcy and destitution would be the result of that dream. Still, the dream makes me happy.

What’s making you smile this Wednesday?

Regarding the angst and crying: I’m thinking it may be PMS.

Regarding work: I have decided to go forward and power through the busy work, do as much as I’m allowed to do to get this place ready for going paperless and hope they will finally listen to me and take the paperless plunge. And check the job listings here every day.

Regarding the children: I am making more of an effort to keep on top of the school papers and schedules. Also, trying to focus more on them and stop what I’m doing when they talk to me. Mornings still suck.

Regarding the body: Ignoring it.

Regarding the husband: No idea. He’s out of town but will be back tonight. Suppose I’ll just keep going on and see what happens.

Regarding my house: It is taking a beating. All the extra effort with the kids has reduced the already limited time I have to clean with it. It is scaring me. I may make an effort to clean a bathroom before bed tonight. Or I may collapse into bed with a glass of wine. Anyone want to make a bet on what I’ll end up doing?

Why yes I just posted. Do you want to make something of it?

I’m trying to not cry at work. I’m not sure why. Things that may shed a light on the situation:

1. My husband is gone until about 9 tomorrow night.
2. I miss him. I have for weeks now. He’s been here the whole time.
3. The children and I are having dinner at my mother’s tonight (must put on a happy face).
4. I am healthy! Nothing is wrong! Except the pain in my abdomen that can even wake me in the middle of the night.
5. My job is boring me out of my skull. Busy work, oh how I hate you.
6. I miss my kids. Except when I’m trying to get them to do something.
7. All I want is to curl up with a chick flick, box of tissues and vat of wine. Alone.
8. I have absolutely no time to do this.