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The last time I checked many of us were struggling to keep our financial heads above water and many of us are looking for full-time jobs and praying the economy turns around and we get solid jobs increasing in our country again.

The last thing that I'm sure many of us want to know is how well our bureaucrats and leaders can spend our tax dollars so forgive me in advance for sharing this little tidbit that made the news this week.

As I'm writing this, it is snowing outside. The prediction is for another 8-12 inches on top of the last 12 inches we had in Effort.

I get a kick out of listening to people when there is a prediction of snow. It seems to send everyone into a tizzy.

Here are some of my skewered musings on human behavior when it begins to snow.

*Snowstormitis

I'm not one of those people who panics, races to the grocery store and buys enough to see me through until the spring thaw.

There is no place like home.

We hear that said so often. I bet you've probably said it a few times yourself.

Sometimes we come home from a trip or vacation and we see our home through new eyes when we haven't been there for while. During our brief reentry to our home, we stop seeing the flaws. Instead, we simply appreciate the comfort of coming home to our familiar place.

My mother, who grew up with so little and consequentially appreciated everything, was fond of saying, "It doesn't matter if it's only a broom closet. If it's your home, it's comforting."

My favorite television show of the new season is "The Middle" on Wednesday nights.

It focuses on the Hecks, an average, if a bit quirky, family, living average lives, trying to get by just like everyone else. In a recent episode, the father, Mike, loses his job as a quarry foreman. He'd worked there for quite a few years, and was shell shocked when he found himself out of work. To make matters worse, he's hopelessly out of touch with how to find a job.