My entertainment while waiting for the kids at a pit-stop on our way home yesterday.
The theme this week for You Capture is cold. I live in North Dakota. I got this.
My dog loves the outdoors, even snow.
Except for when it’s 30 below zero. Then I have to force him to go out. Only he won’t leave the deck.
And these two going out in the cold? Don’t even think about it.
I hear ya on that one, girls.
Is winter over yet?
It has been awhile since I have written about the crazy shit that comes out of the mouths of my children, and I have lost my battery charger for my Canon and that stupid-little-blue-light-won’t-shut-off-and-sucks-the-battery-dead-in-hours, so I can’t upload any of the awesome photos I took earlier this year.
First off, much to his father’s dismay, BB has started a 2nd grade singing class and he love, love, loves it. It is his favorite “sport”. Last week, the twins sat down with me to watch the season premiere of American Idol, and we were having a blast listening to all the crazies that try out for the show. After one woman with particularly giant-sized breasts auditioned, he exclaimed, “Did you see those WATERMELON BOOBS?”, and he and Ash started laughing uncontrollably. Then in all seriousness, BB looked at me and stated, “You do not have watermelon boobs. Yours are more like Earths!” My husband has assured me that Earth boobs are much better. Phew.
We have a Yamaha keyboard that, after months years of being stored in a closet, is finally set up and getting used. The keyboard has a memory of a hundred songs or so and it has “lessons” and the keys will light up red to show you what note to play next. Last night while playing his musical masterpiece, BB said, “Mom. My finger is like Ozzie. It follows the red dot!” Why yes, I see the relation between fingers + piano keys and dogs + laser lights.
7:00 am: Ozzie goes outside.
7:01 am: I go upstairs to get the twins showered and ready for school.
7:40 am: The kids and I are in the kitchen and waiting for the bus. I ask if anyone let the dog in. Greeted by a chorus of “NOs”.
7:45 am: Kane and Averie go out to search for dog. He doesn’t respond to being called.
7:47 am: Averie sees Ozzie poking his nose out from under the deck. He can’t get out.
7:50 am: Kids leave on bus.
I bundle up in the cornstalk overalls, red hat, Justin’s coat, and my daughter’s snow boots. Greeted by huge snow drifts that are up to my boobs. I shovel with a small garden shovel-thing, since apparently we do not own a snow shovel.
Freezing. Go inside to warm up. Text husband who responds, “Don’t let Ozzy die. Call Animal Rescue or the Fire Department.” Great. Shit.
Go back out. Dig, dig, dig.
Inside to warm up.
8:45 am: Dog rescued. Legs frozen. I carry him in, where he proceeds to lay by the fireplace for the next three hours.
Still bundled up. Go outside to plow driveway in -37 degrees. Back four-wheeler out of garage. Shift into drive, it dies. Won’t start again.
Inside. Warm up.
Outside try again. No luck. Totally frozen in the open air.
Inside. Cry in frustration. Hot bath.
Better now. Megan calls and says she will stop over to help push four-wheeler into garage.
Look out window.
A skidsteer! Sweet! Neighbor who I haven’t EVER talked to in the almost-3 years I have lived here SAVED ME!
Go outside to thank him. He says, “You looked pretty screwed!”
Yes, yes I was screwed. In a big way.
Megan pulls up.
The three of us push the four-wheeler into the garage.
Megan and I go inside to catch up. Ozzie jumps up. He can walk! His limbs aren’t falling off from the cold!
Happy Day. So thankful for good people.
P.S. I put in my request for a transfer to warmer location. Now I just need my husband to sign-off on it.