On The 3rd Day ...There was MORE Snow!

Yes.

The Fountain in My Front Yard Pond...Frozen...AGAIN

Today is the 3rd day of March and YES...

It is snowing...

AGAIN.

Have I mentioned how much I hate winter?

It's not the season that I hate,
But rather the bitter, never-ceasing cold.

I do not like outdoor winter sports...
flying head-long down a hill at 70 miles an hour...
with only a piece of flimsy wood attached to the bottoms of my feet...
AND NO RELIABLE STEERING DEVICE???

Yeah, so NOT on my list of stuff to do in the winter.

Me?
Hey, I love the outdoors.

I like to walk in the woods.
I love swimming.
Playing kickball.
And soccer.

Spending all day outside in the sun and warm breeze...

That is what I call living.

But...
NOT in winter.

In winter the sun is down when I get home from work at 7am
and down when I go to work at 10:30 at night.

In the winter the wind  is harsh and cold...the kind that chills you to the very marrow of your bones...
and no matter how hard you try...
somehow you can never get warm.

View from the family room doors ...dark and dreary

So, seeing yet more of the wintry mix that the mid-atlantic region is famous for..
I call it sneet-ice...
falling from skies painted a dusty grey...
not unlike the color of the dust bunnies I found under the couch the other day...
The ones large enough to start getting their own junk mail...



With NO SIGN OF THE SUN...

Makes me hate the ground hog...
I am convinced he is in cahoots with the electric company...

While he is holed up in a warm den slumbering away the rest of winter,
and most likely dreaming of SPRING...
the rest of the world can only look out their windows through a haze of blowing snow
at the ice that appears to wink mockingly at us...

Spring WILL come...
it always does.

But I'd really it to hurry up and get here already!

Just When You Think You've Got It All Figured Out...You Don't!

Yeppers!

That is EXACTLY the  way my life seems to go.

Oh, let me back up a bit in case you are new to my blog...
Or you have forgotten who I am since my last post was about a hundred years ago!

My name is Dawn- aka BusyMom.
I have a husband, HeMan Hubby, and 6 wonderfully appreciative and supportive and loving children...
Oh, all right!
I have 6 children...
who are all of those things,just not usually to any Parental Units...or not often anyway.

My oldest is GoodMom and she is 30-something and a great Mom to FancyPants and BabyG...ages 2 and 4.

SmartGirl is nearly 30 and looking  for Mr.Right-for-Life-not-just-for-now...anyone know any wonderful, smart, witty guys that would love to fall in love with a wonderfully loving,honest, smart and witty strong-willed girl? 
I mean seriously, where are young people supposed to meet the right person when all they do is work?

Number 3 child, ManChild, is my oldest son and will soon be hitting his mid-twenties. Which means that he will now be expected by all and sundry to have his act together. 
Early 20's, well you can get away with not  having a life goal but now... not so much.
Good thing he has one and is actively working toward it with his long-time girlfriend Jules...
who I hope to call daughter sooner rather than later...

TeenBoy is 18 and will graduate from High School in June... yeah, I know, no explanation required.


Last but not least are BratChild and SIX. 
BratChild is almost 17 and has a job and plays varsity sports and gets good grades...she is a dream ...well for a teenaged girl that is.

And then there was SIX... which is how he got the moniker...and he wishes it were is his real name. Go figure!
HeManHubby wanted to name him Six for real and I thought, "that poor kid will hate us for naming him that!". Quite erroneously as it turns out.
SIX is 15 going on 30. He is quietly reserved but he is quick with a joke and never an unkind word to anyone... he's the person no one can be mad or sad or depressed around. 

Many people think BratChild and SIX are twins. They are not, but only because they were born 17 months apart... other than that, yep, twins.

So, back to my regularly scheduled post for today...
I had time off work  while the people I work for went on vacation for 2 weeks in January.
Yeah, winter vacay!
No,  not really. Because...

The heat pump started acting up... oh and it has  black mold inside too...
Must be replaced! $$$$$$$

TeenBoy's car needs a little sensor to pass emissions...oh and it's 250.00!

Yearbooks- 3 of them- must be ordered ASAP...100.00 each?
Oh yeah Mom I need to order my cap and gown...45.00  please!

It's Okay I tell myself.  I'll work extra shifts for the next 2 months and it will all work out perfectly...

And then it snowed. And snowed. And snowed...then sleeted.
And I shoved my way out the door at work that had been iced/snowed shut.
And I hurt my shoulder.
And I cannot work.
And snow removal is not in my scope of practice so...
I can't work either job and I won't be getting paid either.

The best laid plans of Mice and Men...

Well, you get the picture...Just When You Think You've Got It ALL Figured Out...

YOU DON'T

You never know what you have til it's gone... or something REALLY close to that

The coffee pot is broken.

There's 8 inches of snow on the ground.

It's cold!

The coffee pot is broken!

Mr.Coffee is not my friend. If he were, he would not have stopped working for me on a cold, snowy day in January.

Apparently Mr. Coffee is a tempermental employee. He has only been working for me since Thanksgiving, when the previous Mr. Coffee quit.

That Mr. Coffee worked for me for just over a year. I was sad to see that Mr. Coffee go, but for a 14.99 one time paycheck to him, I thought a year wasn't too bad.

Especially with the high volume of work he was expected to perform. Coffee at the ready nearly 24/7.

The new Mr. Coffee evidently could not handle the stress of the job. Only 3 months into it and he quit. His heating element died.

I wonder if that is like a heart attack for a Mr. Coffee?

It's a good thing we only paid 9.99 for him.

Unlike the 400.00 Italian coffee/cappucino maker that I LOVED...
It only lasted 3 years and when I tried to get it fixed I found there are no repair shops within a 2 hour drive of my home.

Cafe' Duomo is sitting, unused but not forgotten, in the basement.

And I am making coffee the hard way.
Grounds into the basket.
Boiling water PAINSTAKINGLY poured over the grounds to dribble ever so SLOWLY into the carafe.

Fingertips are now burned and scalded, but there is coffee. It's not the best coffee but....

It's coffee and that's all that matters!