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Nice.Posted Wednesday, January 6, 2010, at 11:48 AM
Winter is the king of irony. Remember when you were a kid and you'd get all suited up to play in the snow? You'd run outside and romp through fluffy drifts when suddenly - poof! - your boot gets stuck in the snow and your foot slips out. The momentum carries you through to the next step, even though your mind is screaming NOOOOO! In the next moment, your foot and the snowbank meet, effectively bringing your ankle temperature to -5,000 degrees. Suddenly playing in the snow seems stupid. Anywho, this weekend, my husband and I were going to take our car to Minnesota to see my family. When we headed out to pack the car, though, the door was froze shut. We opted to take our van instead, leaving my iceberg of a vehicle to sit and think about it. When we returned to Le Mars Sunday night, I decided I'd better try the driver's side door again so I wouldn't be walking to work. It jiggled a little, so I thought it was ready to give, but suddenly - CRACK - I was left holding a silly piece of plastic that used to be a very important part of my car. When we got another door open without ripping a second door handle off, we found out the battery was also dead - the door had been slightly ajar all weekend. Nice touch. Anyway, if you see me crawling around in a silver car this week trying to get behind the wheel, please don't call the police - I'm not a car thief. I'm just a victim of winter. Comments Showing comments in chronological order [Show most recent comments first] |
Magdalene Landegent
Yes, I like hotdish and lakes. My idea of a fancy meal is a potluck. I don't call it "cold" until it's below zero outside. I pronounce one syllable words with three syllables. (Example: "No" is "Nooo-ah-uh")
I am from Minnesota.
But about nine years ago, I ventured across the border to come to Northwestern College. From there I landed in friendly Hawarden where I worked two years learning this newspaper business before rolling into Le Mars to work as reporter, then editor.
I learn a lot of things while I'm trying to scoop out a story, but I learn even more when I'm off the beat -- and that's what you'll get a taste of in my blog.
I tend to be a klutz, I admit to starting more than one fire on my stove, and I generally find myself to be the source of many an awkward moment. Add to that newly-married life, and I sometimes feel like a three ring circus.
So gentle reader, enjoy. Advice is always welcome. Even from you, Mom and Dad.
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Small things.
Nice.
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Take that, Laura Ingalls Wilder
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Same thing happened to me only it was the inside door handle. I have about a quarter of an inch to open the door. WHAT were they thinking when they added these plastic parts?
Till Spring it is gloves or mittens to open the door.
also been there...one feels so graceful crawling in through the passenger-side door and galumphing over to the driver's side. :)
Ah yes, and I just replaced my handle on the door last month... seems the key receptical has decided to drift in a little bit. I really dread taking the door apart again because it was such a pain the first time! Door handles are not too expensive, but labor intensive. Know anybody who likes to work on cars? they might work for cookies... just an idea!
I personally love the little bubble of snow you have been carrying around since the blizzard! BUT that is all I will say, you know what happened to me last time I enjoyed giggling about the door handle incident!
Has Mr. T received a haircut in the six weeks since?