I kid, I kid. Well, maybe sort of...
As we move into Day #6 of NO SCHOOL (really it's Day #8 since we also had two snow days a couple of weeks ago) and Day #8 of Snowmaggeddon, we're all getting a little crazy here in T-Town. I can't stress this enough: this type of winter is UNPRECEDENTED here.
We don't EVER get this much snow, especially not all at once.
We don't EVER get these below-zero temperatures.
The snow NEVER sticks around this long.
We don't have the set-up in our city to deal with this sort of thing.
We don't have the snow plows like other cities (or at least not even close to having enough of them to deal with this).
We don't have the driving experience to deal with this. It's a free for all out there, and people are driving like idiots for the most part.
But we persevere. And in true Oklahoma fashion, we're all helping each other out, keeping smiles on our faces, and braving the weather. Even when there is a forecast tonight for another possible 4-12".
And yesterday afternoon, we got MAIL!!!!
I was backing out of the driveway when the neighbor down the street yelled over to ask if I had checked my mail. When I said no, he told me that he went and got the mail for the entire street and hand-delivered it into our boxes himself. How nice was that?!
And yesterday the boy and I were on our way home from the grocery store (stocking up) and the library (also stocking up) when we came upon a poor soul stranded in the snow. Sure enough, this gentleman had gotten out in his brand spankin' new uber-expensive BMW (the $80K or so costing variety). His tires were spinning, and he was going nowhere. I rolled my window down to see if he needed a tow. (Keep in mind, I have no towing experience, but my husband, who LIVES to tow people out and rescue them from the snow, keeps a tow rope in our car.)
He hemmed and hawed (just like a man) for five to ten minutes, trying his best to get out, and finally had no choice but to take up my offer of either towing him or driving him to his destination. Since he couldn't find the place on the front of his car to hook my rope, he ended up opening the hood and hooking it on to a thick piece of steel on the engine. (I was nervous about this, but since he personally hooked it there on his car and still wanted me to tow him, I figured I wasn't liable if it went south.)
Slowly slowly I pulled him out UPHILL almost a block. With barely a thank you, he was on his way, albeit a bit embarrassed that little ol' me had hopped out of the car to rescue him, haha. Dang, it felt good.
Yay for my first tow! My husband was crazy proud. And the boy was in the backseat cheering, "Hurray, Mama! Hurray, Mama! We did it!"