Today was the day I finally had to unearth the car. After having probably about a foot of snow fall on it, then rain turning that snow into ice, then more snow, I had about six inches of nothing but ice to crack through. It was not a job I was looking forward to, which is why I haven't touched the car for three days.

Three days of cold, wet, snow, and a crazy toddler, and about a billion Christmas things to accomplish still. Three days doesn't sound like much, but since it has been snowing here pretty much nonstop for a week, we have mostly been in each others unrelieved company for that long.

So today, between the desperate need to see a doctor, and the need to physically vent some frustration, I unearthed our car. It took me about 45 minutes. First I attacked it with a broom. Then when plastic pieces of my broom were getting mixed in with the snow, I moved on to a shovel. I have to admit it was kind of fun to watch these huge chunks of ice come sliding off the hood.
It is absolutely crazy out here.

Apparently Salem never sees this much snow. That makes sense, because I haven't seen a single snow plow. In Utah, this kind of snow is expected and wouldn't really be a problem. Here, the world has come to a grinding halt. The post office is finally open today, after no mail since Thursday.

If I owned a snow shovel, I would go out and shovel off our walk. However, I am still hoping it will melt in a couple of weeks.

Lately I have been finding myself day dreaming of the Sahara Desert. I would kill for a blast of dry hot air, with the gritty feeling of sand in my hair.

I also made tons of cookies, planning to send them to deserving friends and family. But I haven't been able to mail them yet. So far I have eaten two box fulls. Mom and Dad, I am trying to make it to the post office today, because your box is next. If you get a couple of gingerbread men with their heads bitten off, that is why.

Sorry if this is not my most creative post. My brain has turned to mush with all this crazy weather.