#5 – LATE POST, IT HAPPENS

That’s the beauty of having your own blog. You can post whenever you want. To be honest tho, one of my goals is to not miss ONE day of posting this year. I know. There’s a little bit of self-imposed┬ápressure here but I’m okay with that because it’s self-imposed. Apparently, it’s only when I join some of these “challenges” where they say I have to post every day that I just say, “fuck it.”
Mimi stickin’ it to “the man” since she drew her first breath.
2017-stick-it-to-the-man2017-divider-line-blue-icyBecause errands absolutely had to be run today, i.e., bills had to be paid. I grabbed boy child #3 and we hit the road. And because our city is not equipped for a good amount of snowfall the road crew only takes care of the main roads. This leaves most neighborhoods, including ours, a mess.

Tow truck companies are refusing to go into the neighborhoods because once the city puts out the, “don’t go out unless you have to” you are no longer a top priority for the tow truck drivers. They make themselves available for the “real” traffic emergencies that apparently are located only on the main roads.

So, basically our city is telling us, if you go out after we’ve advised you not to, that’s on you and you’ll get no help from us. Perfect. So what’s a person to do when they see someone stuck in one of the non-priority neighborhoods? Well, if you’re us, you stop to help.
Yeah. About that.
2017-divider-line-blue-icyWe stopped to help a stuck vehicle. The guy was trying to dig himself out with one of those fold up “you should carry this in your car at all times” shovels, making ZERO headway. Along comes miss “I am woman hear me roar” with a great big, “howdy neighbor, need some help?” Not even kidding. That’s exactly what she said. And her only idea was to get in the front of the vehicle and push while he spun his tires. Can you guess where that got this poor guy in nearly a foot of snow? Yeah. Nowhere.

My boy takes over our car mats and shovels and gets to work. All the while, “I am woman hear me roar” is mocking my son and going on and on about how it’s never going to work. My son was much nicer than me because I was ready to tell her to shut the fuck up but my son asked her very nicely to help push again and he told the guy to rock it, come forward, go back. “I am woman hear me roar” scoffs again, and again goes on and on how that’s not going to work.

Moments later – ta da! The guy is out of the snow and off on his merry way, apparently in a hurry because not a thank you was to be given this day.
Nope.

And I was so pissed at that woman, and the guy, that I was like, screw it. The next person we pass in the ditch can stay there. But that’s not us. I refuse to let the behavior of others dictate what I know to be the right thing to do.

Fortunately, we made it home without incident and without passing anybody else in need but if we had, we’d of stopped because that is us and I’m okay with that.

Tomorrow – ZERO chance of getting out on those roads. It’s -14 as I write this and those roads are a sheet of ice. This girl is stayin’ in and fondling her fabric!
2017-divider-line-blue-icySorry for the late post. I have no excuses. When we finally made it home I laid down for one of those 15-minute power naps that turned into a ridiculous sleep fest. Ugh. Totally hate it when that happens. You wake up feeling like someone drugged you.

5 days into the New Year. I hope they’ve been good to you and I hope they continue to be. Stay safe, stay warm and no matter how shitty people are to you, stay the wonderful soul that you are.
2017-divider-line-blue-icyMimi’s quote for the day –
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