NO BLIZZARD CAN BEAT ME!

I am here to brag about this morning's victory in dislodging my car from a mountain of snow. After Phase II of the famous "Blizzard of 2010" (yes they capitalize it), the plows dutifully trudged through our parking lot trying to pile the new snow on top of... the three-story mounds from last week. Our friendly snowplow driver apparently got tired while shoving one mound and finally just piled it right behind Maverick (that is our Pilot's name). Travis's little Neon had no trouble getting out, but I was up a creek. Today we had a mountain of errands to run, so I hauled the girls and their car seats out to the car, re-installed the seats (Travis had taken them out to help with an emergency move last week), strapped the girls in, and set to work on the windshield. 15-20 minutes later, I had cleared the driver's side, but there was no way I was getting around the car, so I thought it was time to try dislodging the vehicle from its snow tomb. Long story short, 45 minutes later and after some incredible navigating (because the neighboring car was parked less than a foot away... I was kinda hoping they'd move this morning) we were FREE! I was overjoyed. And more than a little proud of myself. And of Maverick of course. I'd go out and take pictures of the mess, but by the time we came home they had scooped up all the extra snow in the parking lot and were hauling it off in a dump truck. Genius.

That sums up the week we spent indoors. I pretty much stared blankly the whole time and reasoned that if I DID go crazy, the asylum workers probably couldn't get to me through the snow and maybe I'd have some time to put myself back together before they came to take me away. Yes friends, that is the best I can do to deal with such a crisis as the WHOLE WORLD shutting down when it snows. I really rose to the occasion. My girls played with (and surely ate) a lot of play-doh, wore every skirt they own, and did not comb their hair for a week. Clearly I am built for summertime only.

THE PARADE OF EVENTS: (if you can call them that)
The trees in our backyard after Phase I
(I didn't venture out front so I only have photos from the windows -
too bad because the parking lot was amazing.)
Balcony with the unidentified stuff we left out there...
Here are the Burnetts trekking through the path Travis forged, coming to see us! It's even deeper than it looks. Shauna's just really tall. Okay fine we're all just really short.

I forged a path of my own. Travis pointed out later that it had the misfortune of looking a little like I was trying to make a swastika.
I assure you I wasn't.We painted our nails (drying them by the heater)
And, Brooklyn took plenty of rides in the laundry basket, thanks to her personal chauffeur, Kate.
The End.