whiteout 2013

Your truck has 4 wheel drive. I think we can make it!

It’s a whiteout. We’ll probably get stuck and we’ll end up walking home.

I NEED to check them. They have no food and I bet their water is froze up!

Thus began the Great Blizzard Adventure of 2013. The cast? The Texan, 3 horses, a red Chevy Avalanche, a snow shovel and yours truly.

Even though the law was saying no travel, the horse barn is just a measly, short 1 1/2 miles from our house. That’s nothing.

The Texan sighed and we geared-up in our cold weather duds. Visibility was crap. Is crap a meteorological term, Doppler Dave?

I gritted my teeth and prayed as the Texan gunned the avalanche through some impossible drifts. Success! We turned into the gate to the property. The Texan tried to keep the truck’s momentum up as I could feel us helplessly sink into a huge drift just inside the gate. Couldn’t see a thing and the horse barn was still a half mile away. The tires were spinning. Our truck was done.

Guess you can walk to the barn and check the horses while I try to dig the truck out.

With that, I struck out….north….into the wind and the deep drifts of snow. I hoped the Texan understood this was gonna take a while.

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Walking north to the barn.

Drudged through some monster drifts with the snow stinging my face. Realized my heart was pounding. Calm down and take it easy, Kathy. You’ll make it. I knew I better make it. The Texan wouldn’t find me til Easter.

Fifteen windy, cold minutes later I arrived to assist the frozen equines. Axed the water tank ice and sank in my stock heater. Drug 4 bales of grass hay over the snow mountain to their pen. Wanted them to have plenty of hay. I had no idea when I might make it back to the barn.

Walked the 1/2 mile back to the truck.

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Making my way back to the truck.

When I returned to the truck and joyfully reunited with the Texan, he informed me we were walking back to our house. The truck was hopelessly stuck.

We headed out, hand-in-hand on Tascosa Road. We picked our way through the snow drifts. Luckily, the more sane among us had heeded the warnings to stay off the streets, so we didn’t dodge any traffic.

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Our walk home along Tascosa Road.

I expected the Texan to be mad at me, but he wasn’t. We even kinda had fun walking back. Got us out of the house and gave us a big appetite for lunch. Gave us new appreciation for the power of the wind. The entire snowy ordeal took about 2 hours.

After lunch, we did what all of you did. Shovel. And shovel. And more shoveling. The kind son-in-law pulled our Chevy out of the drift with his monster truck. Bless him.

I’m having an Advil cocktail and falling in bed.

Snowmaggedon love to all.

doppelganger dolls

Never cared much for dolls.  I was more of a singin’, dancin’, makin’ up plays sort of drama kid.

To tell you the truth, dolls kinda creep me out.  Any of you remember the Twilight Zone episode with Agnes Morehead, where the little alien people landed on her roof?  She went nuts and tried to kill the little folks (looked like dolls to me) with a butcher knife?

Pediophobia (fear of dolls) must be universal.

Need any proof other than the ghoulish Chucky movie series?

Chucky in Child’s Play #3!

Isn’t he getting more and more adorable?  So loveable, he took an evil bride.

Who could forget Seed of Chucky…a very bad seed, indeed.

****best Rod Serling voice imitation****
Imagine, if you will, my shock and utter horror when I was confronted with these 2 characters at our office recently.

Over my screaming and the embarassing puddle on the carpet, the middle Sprout struggled to explain…….

Mom, they’re dolls of me and GP from  iamastuffedanimal.com

See…..they make dolls to your likeness.  Can you tell that GP is dressed as a triathlete-sunglasses, swimming goggles and cool Ironman outfit?

I dunno about doppelganger dolls.  Seems kinda sinister, Sprout.



Can you guess who had -0 temps last night, with 50mph winds and lots of snow?
  Beastly abomindable snow dolls!

OK, Sprout.  Promise me you’ll keep them away from the DVR.  You’re a goner if you see Chucky on your Netflix bill.

Snowy love to all you Chicken Wing dolls.

the snow is as high as a dachshund’s eye!

Digging out today.  We received about 12″ with drifts much deeper in places.  It’ll be months before my back patio melts.  A shout-out to the son-in-law for coming over and snow-blowing this morning.  He doesn’t want anything, he’s just good like that.  I wanted to give you an idea of the depth of the snow.  I thought the Doxy would be a good reference point.  Yep, the snow is as tall as she is.

Alert, alert-I think Roxy sees something……
Her superior hound dog nose smells something….a buried tennis ball?  coyote poop?  a favorite fetching stick?
 There it is…..she’s pointing to it.  What is it??

What…what?  Is that it? A piece of…….
Ice?!
No, Roxy-Doxy.  You don’t need to lug the big ice chunk to me.  No, no, it’s cold.  I don’t want to throw it.
It’s not a tennis ball.
It’s not a fetching stick.

It’s ice!  OK, if you insist, I’ll throw it just once.  Ice makes a lousy tennis ball or fetching stick.  What?  What’s that you say?  Yep…..carpe diem to you, too.

Prepare for Snowmageddon 2!

I layed in supplies from the local walmarts.  Milk, cheese, pie stuff, vegs, steaks and other various meats.  Snowmageddon 1 was last March (2009).  About 6 inches of snow with winds of 50 miles per hour.  It looked like this around my casa.

Bad weather is supposed to start with ice Wednesday night and then turn to snow on Thursday.  The weather gurus are saying 8 to 12 inches with winds of 30 miles per hour.  We won’t starve.  Saying there could be power outages.  We’ve got the wiener dog to keep us warm.  Good luck to all. 

Have I mentioned I don’t much like snow?  Where others see glistening beauty and the uniqueness of each precious snowflake, I see frozen fingers and a prime opportunity for a broken hip.

I’d rather be golfing, or riding my horse.  I’ll fool this dastardly weather… I’ll be thinking about this.