Hello duckies! I have been totally out of pocket for a few days and am happy to report that I am back in action!
Lisa and I took a Thelma and Louise road trip up to my folks house in Decatur, Texas. Mither was having some blood pressure problems and even went so far as to get admitted to the hospital via the emergency room a couple of days before we went up. She is aaaaall about the drama when she wants a visit. We told her it was unnecessary and just a simple invite would suffice. That ain’t how she rolls. *sigh*
So we got going up there as soon as we got a call from Mither saying, the weather was supposed to be dreadful and a ton of snow was due to fall. A TON.
OK, all my friends up north, I know what you’re thinking, how much could it possibly snow down here in The South? I am telling you, it was A TON.
It started snowing on us as we were driving up there around three hours from destination. Huge flakes coming down hard. This continued the entire way there and by the time we got there, (six and a half hour drive made into a ten hour drive), the snow was about 14″ deep. (Or up to Lisa’s waist knees.)
We did great. Went the whole way with no problems. When we got to the place that we usually turn off of the interstate and take a scenic, less traffic-y, route, we pulled over and discussed the best way. It was a unanimous decision to stay on interstate 45 until we got dumped off on highway 287, instead of going remote roads. Sooooo glad we did. Besides, Lisa’s GPS just doesn’t understand back roads as a way to get anywhere. That bitch told us we were going the wrong way no matter what we told her. She eventually got attitude, too. Threatening to “pull over” worked with my kids. Not her.
Mither and Pop live on a private road along with a handful of other people and there is a BIG space between houses. Acres, in fact. Once we turned off the county road onto the private road we were a tad scared. There appeared to be one set of tracks plowing through the drifts and the road was completely indistinguishable except for these tracks. So we followed them.
I should point out here that Lisa has a nifty new Honda CRV with all kinds of cool gadgetry. We were still figuring some of them out. As soon as we got into the snow a warning signal appeared on her dashboard. This worried us and as she drove slowly, but steadily down the looooong drive/private road. So I am leaning over looking at the dashboard while she is approaching the intersection where the sign post says “Wilde”, and points off to the left of the sign and “Murphree” and points to the right. She wasn’t real sure she remembered which way to go and started asking me, “Right or left?! Right or left!?”. I was looking at the dash and just said, “Straight.”. She turned right and was trying to follow the tracks when my head popped up and said, “STRAIGHT! STRAIGHT! STRAAAAAAAAIGHT!.
The warning sign on the dash turned out to be a thing that pops up when you are hydroplaning and are too stupid to realize it. Well our wheels were spinning all over the place.
Did I mention we were white knuckling it at this point? Tension was running high. She swore there was no “straight” and somehow this warranted a hard right. Whatever. We were in the tracks of something. One pitiful little narrow set of them. I am pretty sure her car didn’t have the ground clearance to clear the snow piled up in the middle so we were giving that a flat top cut. I told her not to stop, no matter what, but not to go to fast either. We followed the tracks fairly successfully to the first house on the right where I, for some strange reason, pictured us driving up and turning around in a magically cleared off driveway.
Anyway, at the turn into the driveway we slid sideways off the tracks and we continued to go for as far as we could while navigating for all we’re worth back towards the elusive tracks.
There may have been some screaming, cussing and hair pulling, (each others). We will never say for sure.
So when we ceased to move there was a quick reversal and we plowed backwards for all we were worth. The problem was we didn’t turn and ended up in what turned out to be a ditch. I feel like I need to point out right now that there was no ditch when the snow was all over it.
But, sadly, then there was.
We sat there for a good minute and a half, mostly just looking at each other with saucer sized eyes. Then of course, as things go without fail in rural Texas, a pickup pulled up behind us and Bryan, one of my parents neighbors got out and came up to the window and said, “So…. whatchadoin’ Krissa?”
I, (quite valiantly), fought back a deep blush and said, “Oooooh, nuttin.” At this point, I believe Bryan and Lisa were introduced and he said he would haul us out.
I think I mentioned this is rural Texas, so there was no shock or amazement when he reached right inside the back of his pickup and with one hand pulled out a log chain while the other hand dove into a mound of snow that had collected back there and retrieved a fresh beer.
Soon we were hooked up and in neutral. He was hauling and spinning and fishtailing back and forth, yet the four wheel drive he was in couldn’t yank us out of the culvert we had dropped off of.
You should have seen Lisa’s and my eyes about then.
This all took maybe four minutes. Then another set of lights drove up behind us and Jeff Murphree and his son, Bradly, climbed out and trudged through the snow looking for all the world like they had nothing better to do. They were still in their firemen gear from work.
Oh, did I mention that Bryan Massey is an EMT? Yup, he was off work that day and well into a case, 12 pack, six pack of beer.
However, I knew we could not be in better hands.
About that time, Dalane Bible, not just a neighbor, but a friend of mine from high school, showed up. Lisa and I looked at each other and she said, “Shit… they’re all gonna start peeing on the tires about now… She had already abandoned the drivers seat, saying something to the effect of, “I’m not driving. You guys know what you’re doing. No, really, I’m not driving!” So Dalane hopped in the front and threw it into drive as Bryan commenced to yank our chain. Heh.
Did I mention the amount of testosterone in the air was palpable?You could have cut it with a knife.
So Dalane drove while Bryan pulled and we made it neatly into our driveway. Eventually. It was a MESS. Snow stacked up everywhere. Later, before we left to go home we whipped up a batch of banana nut bread muffins and my family’s world famous Oatmeal Butterscotch Cookies, and delivered them to all the houses in the tiny community where our heroes live.
That was the best kind of adventure. Best friends, mishap, heroes, saviors, fun, fun, fun.
We had a wonderful time visiting Mither and Pop from Thursday through Monday. Mither was released from the hospital on Saturday and we collected her without too much trouble in Pop’s pickup. When we got home we did our best to take care of everything around there while we were available. Pop said he wanted to hire us to just stay and, “be full time”. Unfortunately Lisa had a doctor’s appointment the next day that she was determined to keep and I had to get home to take over the upkeep of Henrietta.
I will tell you what happened with her while I was gone on our next close encounter. Promise!
Here are some pics of how beautiful it was while we were there.
Above is the county road that led to my parents road/driveway.
Their back yard.
The koi pond from the window. Wonder what makes them want to even live in this kind of weather? I would just DIE if I was wet AND cold. Not to mention have a frozen ceiling.
The tank, where half of it was frozen. There were ducks down there on the half that wasn’t, but I never did get a picture of them.
Baby doing a poop. Once she figured out there was n0 other way to do one than put her butt down in it, she was willing to go. Though I really don’t think she was happy about it. I guess I can understand her feelings…
Until next time! Free toes, everybody!
Yes, I really left you with a picture of Baby pooping. This is the kind of documentation you have grown to expect at HalfAsstic.
Comment by Kori on February 17, 2010 at 8:13 am
It is gorgeous-I am jealous in that I live in IDAHO and we don’t have any snow at all! I am glad your mom is okay, and that you and Lisa got there and back safely. 🙂
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Comment by Mr. Corvette on February 17, 2010 at 10:58 am
Ahh, driving in snow. Always such an adventure!!! I remember once in college when we were about 30 miles from home in a snow storm. The snow was deep enough that you could barely see the ditches beside the road. The windshield wipers kept icing up so that you could only only see through a 2″ clear streak on the windshield. So we ended up driving with the windows down so the driver could see the left ditch and the passenger could see the right ditch and try to steer down the middle. Luckily no oncoming traffic since we couldn’t see out the windshield.
Glad to hear that Mither is OK.
Comment by Red Hamster on February 17, 2010 at 1:26 pm
Wow, Krissa – I had no idea that you were going through that crazy Texas snowstorm! I was getting a blow-by-blow snow report from my daughter Sugar Mommy, who lives in Dallas, and lost power during the storm, but didn’t know I had another friend in snow-distress.
You’re right – that was the best kind of adventure – and you lived to tell about it. Give Mither my best wishes for her to stay healthy. And I’d love to have you post that recipe for Oatmeal Butterscotch cookies.
A log chain and beer in the back of a pickup. “Dalane Bible” – love that name! All that testosterone, but applied to a good deed. God bless rural Texas. I can hardly wait tIll I move to Texas!
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Comment by warriorwitch on February 17, 2010 at 2:43 pm
ah, you’ve had a canadian experience, without crossing the border.
looks like a good time.
don’t you just love testertone (when it pulls you out of a ditch)
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Comment by Ree on February 17, 2010 at 9:13 pm
Welcome to my nightmare! At least you can escape. 😉
Comment by witchypoo on February 17, 2010 at 11:18 pm
We just got 24″, but we had the sense to stay home. They shoveled the rink in the yard, and all is plowed and shoveled for pathways. Garbage collection tomorrow might be interesting. Somebody here cleaned out his room. There was a computer hutch and a large desk, amongst other things.
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Comment by grandma j on February 18, 2010 at 12:24 am
Oh my goodness! I can relate to your horrific trip in the snow. My friend and I drove from Reno to Lake Tahoe in a blizzard. We were the only car that dared to ignore the road closed signs. I thought we’d die. I”m glad you made it OK. Tell your mom I hope she’s doing better. Her home looks gorgeous in any weather it seems.
Your baby is a hoot pooping in the snow!
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Comment by tattytiara on February 18, 2010 at 3:26 am
Epic! Glad good people with good hearts and good skill sets came along when they did!
Poor lil’ pooper.
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Comment by Roger on February 18, 2010 at 1:44 pm
Oh, bless your Texan heart. Although I do have to admit going into a ditch that wasn’t there before as well. Granted this was after sliding a hundred feet because I slammed on my breaks, so as to miss the four horses running down the road. A story for another time, no doubt.
Glad to hear that Mither is doing well and that you and Lisa survived your foray into country driving in the middle of a snowstorm. Always love those. 🙂
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Comment by Eric | Eden Journal on February 18, 2010 at 9:03 pm
I can’t relate much to snow, but I’ve been stuck in the mud, and I’m sure it’s the same dreadful feeling. Sounds like you had some good laughs about it though, and it will make a fun memory. Sometimes the best memories include some excitement and big manly trucks. Well, some of mine do anyway. 😉
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Comment by Burgh Baby on February 19, 2010 at 12:26 pm
THAT is how you enjoy a little time in a ditch. Well played!
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Comment by Hyphen Mama on February 20, 2010 at 10:51 am
Awe, you made me miss home. Everybody’s got a pickup truck to save the damsels in distress. I won’t admit that several fellas in pickup trucks, a few beers on board, with tow chains might have turned me on a teeny bit. I won’t.
Last night I met up with a friend who lived here in Colorado for one year in high school. He’s from Sealy, TX and was gobsmacked that Colorado had the audacity to snow on him yesterday when he flew in. I LOVES me the Texas drawl.
And I’m going to reiterate one or a hundred more times.. .when you’re ready to adopt, I’m available.
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Comment by noe noe girl on February 20, 2010 at 2:48 pm
ditto what Ree said. I am so over it all! now i am knee deep into mud. gah!!!!!!!!! the summer drought cannot get here fast enuff!
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