F-ing Winter!

I try to like winter.  But, I can't.  I hate it.  I hate having to wear a bulky winter coat.  I hate scraping car windows.  I hate slippery ice.  I hate the blinding snow.  I hate it all.  So, I'm not trying anymore. 

Our first snowstorm blew through here Wednesday.  It hit just as I had to pick up the kids.  Perfect.  Actually, that part wasn't too bad.  I managed to make it home before it got too crappy out.  Then we got to watch the snow come down.  That's fun for about 3 whole minutes.  Then we realized that we were all going to be trapped in the house with each other.  So we quickly flung ourselves in the far corners of the house, each with our own digital device for entertainment. 

The schools called and informed us that the kids both had a snow day!  The good news here is that I wouldn't have to get up at 3am to begin digging out my car.  (See, I can look on the bright side.)  But the dang blowy winds and heavy ass snow started making the lights flicker and at about 11pm, the internet went out.  Kids today are at a complete loss without the internet.  For them, snow days = up as late as I want days.  There's not much to do at night wtihout internet access, so movies were started and all were asleep by 11:30pm.  Mostly because they wore themselves out complaining about the internet service and stupid snow storms.

Today, I had to go deal with the driveway.  With a shovel.  Snowblower pooped out after about 4 passes.  And that mother is hard to maneuver.  It's better than shoveling, but not by much. 

This is what I was dealing with for starters.   The snow just outside of the picture was drifted up to about a foot deep.  A foot of heavy slushy snow.

 This was after hours of work (and much grumbling from a very grumpy teenager, who told me that doing English homework is better than doing this crap.  I have to agree.)  The snow geese were honking overhead the entire time we were shoveling.  This should have been endearing and cute, but I felt fairly certain that one was going to poop on my head. 

So after all of this winter wonderland fun, I have windburned cheeks and chapped lips.  And the damn dog keeps tracking snow all through the house.  Papaw is singing christmas carols all through the house with his own lyrics added. 

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas
In my underwear
La la la la la

I have added an ATV with a snow plow attachment to my Christmas list.  It's a late addition, but I'm hopeful that Santa reads my blog.