Finally the snow has come. Finally, finally, finally. It's blowing up a storm, and falling fast. We have at least several more hours of it, with the worst still on its way.

Normally I would be revelling, but one persistent thing sticks in my head. I have to make it to the bank today. I have to. As a poor person, I wrote a bad check in anticipation of pay day, and wouldn't you know it snows. The banks not far, and I can only hope they don't close early. My vehicle is a truck with absolutely no traction. I think I can make it out to the main street, which the bank is on, but know there will be trouble getting out of the complex.

On the plus side, my doggies will love it. Both are cold weather dogs and yesterday, my sweetie Yasha, knew something was on its way. I look forward to taking them both on a walk to the store.

I'm skipping around but to hell with it. It finally happened the other day. When I first hooked up with my younger husband, he was 21 and I was 29. He was such a young looking thing and as I watched him and my son, who was four at the time, sleep like babies on the couch, I noticed there wasn't a line or blemish on his face. Both lay there with the most flawless, porcelin skin. Poor hubby, within only a few years of us being together, the stress of all that responsibilty began to show. His brother used to tease that as hubby got older, I just got younger. I used to tease that I was sucking the youth out of him. I've never really worried about the age difference. Most people kind of wonder when they meet us, but once they get to know us, they see that we're well suited. He still looks younger than he is, but so do I. No way do I look 40, and I've been told so many times. So the other day we're walking the doggies. We stop by where he works to get some lunch to bring home. Everyone comes out, a few at a time, to look at our dogs. I mean, they're beautiful, man. They turn heads where ever we go. He works with a lot of Mexicans, who of course refuse to speak much english. When one kid came out, I understood all too well the words...Su Madre? he asks Mark. Oh my God! That was the first time that's ever happened, and I don't look old enough to be his MOTHER!

Oh well, just ranting and rambling cuz I'm worried. No wonderful wisdom filled words to say, just a lot of waiting for the check to come home, and praying that the bank will still be opened.

Life's a bitch and so is getting older. That was the first time ever I felt it.