Call it a hint

My husband just handed me a long list of all the therapists covered by our health insurance...I wonder what exactly he's trying to say.

Hick Hysteria, or, "It's a gonna snow!!"

Let me preface this post by saying that I love Kentucky. I love (most of) the people in Kentucky. I have family history here, personal and family roots here, and choose to live here. I have a great and abiding love of and respect for Appalachian and Affrilachian culture. This is my home.

That said...for christsakes, ya stupid hicks, it's just snow!!! It's not the freakin' apocalypse, it's not a rain of toads, it most certainly isn't unexpected (seeing as how it's, oh, winter and this happens every year)...it's SNOW. And maybe even *gasp* ICE. It is not, I repeat, not necessarily a reason to freak out. It is not a reason to automatically cancel school, and it most certainly is not a reason to call in to work so my husband has to all of your stupid work on top of his!!! You people need to just chill out and learn to deal with the freakin' weather!

Henny-Penny would have had a good cluck at the stupid hysteria that hits this town when something frozen falls from the sky.

The ironic twist to all of this is that I'm from Florida and I deal with this shit better than 90% of the natives here. I don't give a frell about the crap coming down from above, but I swear to god if I have to spend another snow day locked inside with a stir-crazy 5 year old and 3 dogs who are too prissy to get their precious little feet wet I'm gonna snap.

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I'm done with chores for the weekend, I'm tired of playing computer games, nonograms are making my brain hurt, I finished my last mindless-fiction book, the boys are playing wrestling games, and nothing good is on tv...guess I have to update my blog.

It's been over a week, it appears, since I last wrote, and while I'm sure that plenty has happened, I can't for the life of me figure out what....or at least what would be interesting enough to actually record here. I had a whole week of missed dates, where I didn't get to see anyone I really wanted to or do anything particularly fun, so why bother, eh?

And obviously, I'm in a bit of a..."mood"....as I have been for a while now. I hate to write when I feel like this, because it comes out sounding so very whiny and pathetic in retrospect, and considering how much it bores me, I see no reason to inflict it on (as yet imaginary) readers. I actually started a "depression" blog elsewhere, just for times like these, but (LMAO) I've lacked the emotional energy to actually write in it. Go figure.

I'm guessing that I won't get much written this month in general, simply because it is the Evil Month of February, and my stability is tenuous at best. Taking a Pollyannaish view, I might say that at least I know that I will be crazy this month and can thus be prepared, but mostly the whole situation sucks. I suppose that some year I will find myself healed enough not to lose my mind during Griffin's birthday month...until then it's just a matter of hanging on for the ride. Wish me luck with that...I'm gonna need it.

Lazy HausFrau tip #692

When you don't feel like cleaning something, don't. Just leave it until it gets so disgusting that Husband has to do it or go stark raving mad.

My couches have been...disturbing...me for about a week now, being covered in dog hair and kid crumbs and dried up spit (thanks, neurotic-licking-dog). I, however, have been to lazy to get my ass off of said couch to clean it. This morning, Husband finally snapped and thoroughly brushed each and every cushion. Sweet.

My bathroom, however, remains unspeakable. I've never won this game with the bathroom.