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December 29, 2008 at 6:10 am #589254
angelescrestParticipant8 yr. old and I were snow-shoeing about Alki that day there was SO much snow. Oh, I felt so cool! No slipping, no sliding. A really nice woman stopped to ask me about the snow shoes, and as I lifted one up to show her the crampons, I caught the bottom in the drift…and I fell flat on my behind, and she was trying to help me get up out of the alleyway driveway, while I was trying to shoo her away so I could do so myself. Neighbors were having a good laugh; daughter thought I was a dork.
What happened to you?
December 29, 2008 at 5:24 pm #652456
ZenguyParticipantI live at the bottom of a hill that is pretty treacherous in the snow. I very gingerly made my way down the hill and then carefully made my way up the stairs I could not even recognize. While taking out my recycle I did a Clark Griswold fall with my feet completely out from under me and then quickly ran back inside…dork!
December 29, 2008 at 5:29 pm #652457
JanSParticipantdid ya look to see if anyone was watching? lol…hope you survived the fall OK….
December 29, 2008 at 5:43 pm #652458
flowerpetalMemberI’m pretty religious about keeping sandwich sized poo bags in the pockets of all of my coats and jackets. My little dog was undaunted by the snow and wanted her regular walks. After another snow on an early morning walk I realized that beyond the first poo pick-up that I had no more bags. And of course she squatted again.
I think I’m pretty clever (sometimes).
I formed a nice snowball around her second and smaller dropping and carried it home switching it from hand to hand to keep it from melting into my glove. But then I got to the front door. Now what was I to do with it? I hadn’t thought that far in advance! I ended up leaving it outside, close to the house where I could monitor it and pick up the hidden ingredient if the snow ever melted (which seemed at that time would never occur).
The snow ball melted quickly on Friday while I was at work and without being too descriptive here, it was not as nice and easy a clean up as I had imagined.
December 29, 2008 at 5:46 pm #652459
JoBParticipantOn the day i drove to Portland and back, i got stuck coming out of my driveway. after incrementally inching my way towards dry pavement in the laurel and hardy routine of putting the snow treads under the wheels..moving an inch and getting stuck again to repeat endlessly.. my neighbor came out to push.
first thing he did was tell me to straighten my wheels:( AARGH! i guess they had turned in my last attempts without my noticing….
of course the push was what got me onto pavement:)
just in time to head straight into a snow plow on our one lane of traffic…
no.. i didn’t get stuck again though it was close… we both swerved and slowed.
i swear the snow plow driver was laughing…
December 29, 2008 at 9:47 pm #652460
angelescrestParticipantOh, yucko, Flowerpetal. Thanks for sharing.
December 30, 2008 at 5:11 am #652461
RainyDay1235MemberOkay, that poo story was awesome. I was waiting for you to step in it though! lol
December 30, 2008 at 6:02 am #652462
flowerpetalMemberAt the time it seemed the thing to do. In retrospect I would have been wiser to stop by the house for a plastic bag and gone back to the spot where the poo was. But I was concerned about new snow covering it before I returned. Usually if I forget a plastic bag I can find something in the street or under a shrub to use as a temporary picker-upper.
December 30, 2008 at 6:28 am #652463
emilyMemberflowerpetal-
I ran out of poop bags just after the snow started falling. I figured, it’s ok, everything is frozen, I’ll walk to the store and get some. Kept forgetting to do that. Long story short, there is now a week’s worth of melty poop in our yard! Eeeeeewwwwww!
December 30, 2008 at 3:04 pm #652464
flowerpetalMemberYes, melty poop doesn’t sound fun at all. Hope for a freeze. It would be easier to scoop up. My little one only does her pooping on walks and therefor it gets scooped up right away. I hate back yard poop scooping.
December 31, 2008 at 1:46 am #652465
The Velvet BulldogParticipantAfter waiting for a bus for nearly three hours (no joke) I started walking back home. A bus with the sign “Shuttle” on it pulled over at a bus stop about a block and half ahead of me. I jumped into the street in front of it (it wasn’t moving, I’m not a complete moron) started waving my hands and running towards it so that he couldn’t move until I was solidly on that bus! After I got on he said, all nice and loud, “You know, you were closer to that other bus stop.”
December 31, 2008 at 2:00 am #652466
JayDeeParticipantFrom the first snowfall until Dec 23, climbing up and down the hill from my home and hiking to 63rd and Alki to catch the 37/56 did I slip? Nope. I waited until I was standing on less than a 1/2-inch of ice at 4th and Pine and then my feet came out from under me and I planted my patootie on the pavers. Great, I don’t slide down 57th, but just waiting for the light to change downtown. Pulled a butt muscle and the off-shoulder that was carrying a backpack. Graceful. Someone offered to help me up but I was too embarrassed to accept.
December 31, 2008 at 4:34 am #652467
mellaw6565MemberOK – I’ve been teased about this unmercifully from my friends and family this week, so I’ll share.
On the Saturday night of the big snowstorm, after midnight, I arrived exhausted from my pet sitting rounds at the house where I am staying overnight for the holidays. Took care of the dog, cats and got ready to hit the hay for a few hours before the alarm at 6:30 am. I had on a t-shirt, jeans, and my socks at this point.
The dog had to go out the back door for one last potty break and I stepped out briefly in my socks to watch the snow and let the dog back in the house. After I stepped out, I noticed that the homeowner’s garden shed doors had come open in the storm and were blowing open & closed loudly, so I figured I would wade through the shin high snow in my socks (shoes were upstairs), close the doors real fast, run back to the house and take my wet socks off.
As I got a few feet away from the shed, I heard the door to the house shut…..and yes, it was locked. So here I was in 20 degree weather, t-shirt, jeans, socks, no phone, no keys, and standing in a pile of snow. I look around and there are no lights on at any house that I can see from the backyard.
So I decide to try and break a window. First with my fist with no success(yes, my fingers still hurt)and then with a small garden trowel I found in the shed. Still no luck! In the meantime, the cats and dog are looking at me quizzingly through the window – I can see their food, water and the fireplace roaring. They’re perfectly happy and the dog is wagging his tail – hmmmm………
After about 5 minutes of standing in the snow in my socks, my feet started to hurt and I knew I would be in big trouble if I stayed out there much longer. So I went out the back, up the alley in deep snow and ice about 1/2 block to the street above and looked around. One house had lights on – it was about 6 houses up the hill. I decided it was my only chance.
So I sluffed my way in my wet socks, jeans and t-shirt (of course I’m convinced at this point that another inch has fallen since I first got locked out) up the street through winds and snow drifts and made my way to their front door. I knocked – no answer. I knocked more loudly as my hands were shaking with cold – no answer. Then I rang the doorbell. Like an angel’s silhoutte through the shaded glass in the door, a woman appears and opens the door with a shocked look on her face. I said in a shaking voice and chattering teeth: “I’m the housesitter down the street and I’m locked out”. She took one look at me – shivering, soaking wet, topped with snow and barely able to stand on my freezing feet – and without hesitation took me in.
My first concern was my feet, so before even introducing myself I began to whip off my soaked/frozen socks to reveal bluish toes. I think this convinced her I was the real deal as she went and pulled out a big pair of wool socks for me to put on. Her husband came around the corner a minute later and took the sheepskin slippers off his own feet and put them on mine. They explained that they are never up that late, but because of the storm their neighbors had been over for dinner and their teenagers were all friends and going back and forth between houses. They thought I was one of their kids coming in!
I then called my partner to come get me (imagine how happy she was to have to brave the major storm at that hour- then imagine our discussion on the way home lol!) Since the animals were obviously happy and secure at the house, we decided to take me back to our house and call a locksmith first thing in the a.m. to let me in.
The next morning we started calling locksmiths at 7:00 a.m. and reached a company that said they could send someone in a 1/2 hour for a service fee of $39.99 plus labor. Not too painful I thought. 1 and 1/2 hours later, a young man in a Blazer from Arizona with “hoopty” tires on it comes sliding down the hill and announces as he gets out that he just moved here and it was his first snow. Definitely reassuring.
After taking a look at the locks, he said he could get in and that labor costs would be $189 plus the service call fee of $39.99!! I could feel my partner’s eyes choking the crap out of me as we realized that we didn’t have much of a choice, as I had to get in to take care of the animals and get my keys.
As the locksmith walked out to his Blazer, I saw the neighbor who had helped me the night before coming down the walk. Directly across the street she meets another neighbor, who after being told what happened, announces to me: “I have the code to their garage door – I’ll let you in!!” I thought my partner was going to kiss her! She walks over to the door, puts the code in, the door opens and thankfully, the inner garage door does not lock! Wa la! I’m in. There sits the dog and cats, greeting me with the look that said “Where have you been? We’re hungry!”
We gave the locksmith the $39.99 service fee plus a $10 tip for braving the elements and then went inside to take care of the animals, etc….. When we re-emerged about 30 minutes later, the poor locksmith from Arizona was stuck in the snowdrift in front of the driveway and trying to dig himself out with a piece of cardboard. So we spent the next 15 minutes with kitty litter and a shovel trying to get him on his way, which he did in a sliding fashion all the way down the hill.
Needless to say I found a spare key and gave it to my partner to hold for the duration of my stay. My toes are better, I keep a permanent pair of shoes downstairs, always check the lock before I go out, and have rewarded the neighbors for their rescue. I haven’t gotten a definite response from the dog and cats yet, but I’m sure their still chuckling every time I leave the house.
Oh, and I should have gotten my $39.99 service fee back when I helped the guy dig out his truck.
December 31, 2008 at 5:29 am #652468
angelescrestParticipantOh my god! Oh, you poor thing. When I started the post, I knew there were some tales to tell…but!
December 31, 2008 at 5:09 pm #652469
mellaw6565MemberWe’re laughing about it now Angeles – but it was scary for a little while during the event. I could imagine the homeowners coming back next week and finding me frozen in the backyard:)
December 31, 2008 at 6:32 pm #652470
angelescrestParticipantIt’s totally scary; you read about toddlers wandering off…we have the “gear” rule here, just because of stories like yours.
December 31, 2008 at 7:42 pm #652471
mellaw6565MemberWhat’s the gear rule?
December 31, 2008 at 8:49 pm #652472
angelescrestParticipantCan’t go outside w/out hat, gloves, jacket in cold weather. The 8 yr. old abides by the rule; the teens are cockier.
December 31, 2008 at 8:58 pm #652473
angelescrestParticipantAnd heavy duty boots.
January 1, 2009 at 1:45 am #652474
mellaw6565MemberYeah, I kind of adopted that rule after this incident. I also include the cell phone:)
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