Monday, March 18, 2019

Bomb Cyclone Driveway Drama Part Two

WAFFLES:  Hey Boss? Is the tow truck guy still stuck in our driveway? I'm starting to get hungry. 

KATIE:  He's still there. We're still trapped. And will likely starve.

WAFFLES:  He's been there like forever. What...did he camp in our driveway last night? He could have at least brought us snacks.

KATIE:  Waffles, he was stuck. How's he supposed to bring us snacks?

WAFFLES:  I can dream, can't I?

KATIE:  How about you start dreaming about him getting unstuck instead of wasting all your time counting chicken drummies?

WAFFLES:  Counting chicken drummies is never wasting time, Boss. 

One, two, three, seven, elebenty hundred...

Driveway Drama Part Deux
In case you missed the excitement of our Bomb Cyclone Snowmageddon last week, including our Driveway Drama Part One, you might want to click on back so you can get up to speed on all the craziness.

OR, here are the highlights -

  • HUGE Bomb Cyclone snowstorm hit Denver and the Mountains with hurricane force winds and tons of heavy, wet snow last Wednesday. We had 20" at our house.
  • FedEx truck got stuck coming down our road.
  • Neighbor Bob #1 pulled out Fed Ex truck.
  • Fed Ex truck couldn't get back up our road.
  • Tow truck came to rescue FedEx truck.
  • Tow truck got stuck.
  • Neighbor Bob #1 attempted to pull out tow truck.
  • Neighbor Bob #2 replowed the road in hopes of getting them both out.
  • FedEx truck made it on it's own.
  • Tow truck did not. Got stuck again. Badly stuck.
  • Second tow truck came to recsue first tow truck.
  • Fail.
  • First tow truck spent the night in the middle of our road.

The Morning After 
Well, it was quite a show! Really, we should have made popcorn.

It took until about 1:00pm, but the tow truck AND all of his cohorts are officially OUT.

The morning after the tow truck sat stuck overnight, two more tow trucks showed up along with a flatbed truck carrying a front loader bobcat sort of thing.

They had to clear the road literally down to the dirt. They started at the top and worked their way down to the stuck truck, in hope of him being able to gun it and get out. But that was a no go.

Glogirly moved her home office to the kitchen window so she could watch through her binoculars in between design projects. At one point the stuck truck was bouncing up and down like one of those tricked out classic cars. But he was just getting buried deeper and deeper.

Eventually, they had to winch him out backward, so that gravity would be on his side. They attached a cable to a tree down below and then drew the cable in, essentially dragging him down into the middle of the road. He probably thought that was going to be it, but then he got stuck AGAIN on the other side of the road.

Lather. Rinse. Repeat.

It took some doing but eventually, the tow truck was able to back down to our house. So he was finally out, but not out really because he was still at the bottom of our road. LOL!

They had to clear the snow off the rest of our road down to the dirt. We've now got snowbanks taller than Glogirly.

Once the road was clean as a whistle, the tow truck was ready to make his escape. But not before they had to grab some shovels and dig through the five-foot mound of packed snow that they dumped on top of our propane tank access.

THEN, they were finally on their way.

When I asked my neighbor if anyone has ever been THIS stuck on our road before, he responded with, "Well, this IS pretty top tier." 🤣

Oh, and in case you're wondering what FedEx was attempting to deliver when this all began– A small box with a pair of eyebobs reading glasses. So small, it could have fit inside our mailbox at the TOP of the road.

Friday, March 15, 2019

The Bomb Cyclone Snowmageddon

KATIE:  Glogirly sure has been outside shoveling a lot today. The news is calling the big storm that hit yesterday a bomb cyclone. 

WAFFLES:  You're not supposed to say bomb, Boss. 

KATIE:  That's on a plane, Waffles. You're can't say bomb on a plane or you could get hauled off and arrested.

WAFFLES: So we can say bomb as many times as we want here?

KATIE:  Yes, but I don't know why you would. Other than in reference to the storm. 

WAFFLES:  Bomb bomb bomb, bomb bomb bomb-bomb. How's that?

KATIE: You mean other than annoying?

Holy Snowcat!
Unless you've been living under a rock, or laying out on a glorious beach, you've probably heard about the winter superstorm the meteorologists have been calling the Bomb Cyclone. The "eye" of this crazy snowmageddon was just below Denver. And up here in the mountains, we got hit with almost 20" of the white stuff.

Plowing and shoveling has been a challenge because of how heavy the snow is. And because of the hurricane force winds that accompanied the snowfall, it's like there's a thick layer of hard crust on top of all the snow.

When Glogirly was outside clearing a path so we can get the Jeep out if we need to, our sweetheart neighbor (who loves cats by the way and is one of only FOUR people that has pet Katie and lived to tell about it) came down our steep driveway on his ATV with a snowplow blade on the front to help her. Just as they were finishing up, they saw the FedEx truck coming down the road. Simultaneously they thought, "Uh oh. This may not end well."

The short version of the story is -

  • FedEx truck got stuck coming down our road.
  • Sweetheart neighbor Bob got his Jeep and pulled him out with a winch.
  • FedEx truck made it to the house, but knew getting back up the road would be impossible.
  • Waited a few hours for a tow truck to arrive.
  • Tow truck got stuck.
  • Sweetheard neighbor Bob helped him out.
  • Another sweetheart neighbor (also named Bob) tried to widen the road by plowing a bit more.
  • Tow truck tried to get up the road to see if he could make it and then help the FedEx truck.
  • Tow truck failed. Once, twice, ok we lost count.
  • FedEx driver gave it a go and made it out.
  • Two truck got even more stuck trying to get out.
  • Second tow truck arrived to pull the first tow truck out.
  • Second tow truck failed. 
  • The tow drivers abandoned the first truck in the middle of the road.
  • The plan is to bring back TWO tow trucks tomorrow morning to try to get the first tow truck out.

All the drama started at 11am, Thursday morning. It wasn't until 8pm that the two tow truck drivers decided it was time to call it quits and try again tomorrow.

More to come!

We decided we might have to start sharing this graphic with those who are either stupid enough or brave enough to attempt our driveway and are either lucky enough or skilled enough to get out.

Wednesday, March 13, 2019

Colorado Mountain Cat High

WAFFLES:  Hey Boss, how does that John Denver song go again? 

KATIE:  Please tell me you're NOT going to break out in song. Again.

WAFFLES:  Oh wait! I remember.  ♩♬  Colorado rocky mountain high... ♩♬

WAFFLES:  I've seen it raining chickens from the sky. ♩♬ La la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la,  something 'bout a lullabyeeeeeeeeee... ♩♬Rocky mountain–

WAFFLES: Uh oh. I don't think the next verse has anything about how to get down from my Rocky mountain high.

About Today's Photos
Locking himself in the powder room was Waffles' thing when we lived in our Minneapolis townhouse. But since we don't technically have a powder room here in Colorado, he's had to find a new thing. 

His new thing still involves bathroom shenanigans. One of his favorite spots is on top of the door and door frame leading from the bathroom to the master closet. He's been doing it for a while now,  and despite the quizzical look on his face, he's become pretty skilled at the harrowing maneuver. Even so, Glogirly drops whatever she's doing and runs for the stepstool to perform the bathroom door rescue operation.

That stepstool sees a LOT of action.

Our Rocky Mountain High
Pretty sure this is what John Denver was singing about. This is a photo taken on a day we were experiencing what's called an "inversion." That's when a cloud cover hangs below us as opposed to above us. In the flats, bout 3000' down from us in elevation it will be completely cloudy and as much as 15 degrees colder than up here at our house. Glogirly loves these days because of how the clouds look like water. And it usually means it's sunny up top too.

No tomorrow though! A winter blizzard is moving in FAST.

Monday, March 11, 2019

Here Comes Da Judge!

WAFFLES:  Hey Boss! Do you think Glogirly will get to meet Judge Judy today???

KATIE:  Waffles, what on EARTH are you wearing???

WAFFLES:  It's my Judge Judy outfit! Glogirly said she gets to be a jury duty person today so I'm practicing to be a judge. Want me to judge you?

KATIE:  What I want is for you to take off those ridiculous things that look like Ho-Ho's on your head.

WAFFLES:  Those aren't Ho-Ho's. That's my WIG.

KATIE:  Ok, same answer. What I want is for you to take off that ridiculous WIG that looks like a bunch of Ho-Ho's on your head.

WAFFLES:  Maybe Judge Judy likes Ho-Ho's. Did you ever think of that?

KATIE:  Fine. Go ahead and play "Judge Judy." But leave me out of this.

WAFFLES:  Order in the court! Order in the Court! I'll take a bucket of chicken, original recipe...and a big side of extra gravy. 

KATIE:  If this is the future of our justice system, we're doomed.

Jury Duty
That's right. Glogirly received her official summons last month and today is the day. She's managed to go her entire life without being called for jury duty. Ok, so she was safe for the first 18 years. But only a couple of years in Colorado and they've found her!

Truth be told, she's rather curious about the whole thing. She probably thinks it will be all dramatic and stuff, like on TV. But she's also a little nervous she could be put on a lengthy trial or worse yet, sequestered. (Though the chances of that are extremely slim.) After all, she's got CATS to feed. And play with. And sleep with. And watch movies with.

Friday, March 8, 2019

Save the Daylight, Save the World

WAFFLES:  Hey Boss! I'm going back to the future. Do you want to come?

KATIE:  Back to the future? You can't go back to something that's in the future

WAFFLES:  It worked for Michael J. Fox. 

KATIE:  Life is not a movie, Waffles. 

WAFFLES:  Maybe it should be. You know, with popcorn and nachos and stuff.

KATIE:  Fine. So why exactly do you want to go back to the future?

WAFFLES:  To save the daylight, Boss! 

KATIE:  This wouldn't have anything to do with daylight savings, would it?

WAFFLES:  That's what I said! We have to save the daylight! You know, SAVE THE DAYLIGHT, SAVE THE WORLD!

KATIE:  Wow, Waffles really takes this daylight savings stuff seriously.

Tick Tock!
It's that time again. This weekend, sometime in the middle of the night between Saturday and Sunday, our clocks will have to leap forward. Meanwhile, we'll be LOSING an hour of sleep. It seems like just yesterday we pushed the clocks back and pulled the blankets over our eyes to enjoy that extra hour of slumber. Daylight savings giveth and taketh away. Year after year after year.

We don't have many clocks in the house, so springing forward or falling back isn't too big of a job. Our oven and microwave have magic superpowers and change themselves automatically, just like our smartphones and computers. Glogirly's watch, on the other hand, may or may not be displaying the correct time. Ever. 

As usual, whether we're springing forward or falling back, Katie and Waffles are most concerned with what that means for the morning meal service. Don't worry, no cats will go hungry here.

About Today's Photos and Paintings
A couple of summers ago we featured Splendid Beast custom pet portraits on our blog. We have three hanging in our home love them SO much. Photos just don't do them justice...the attention to detail is exquisite. They make Glogirly smile every single day.

Here's our original post about them with some great photos of the other portraits they made for us.

Wednesday, March 6, 2019

Fat Wednesday with Waffles

WAFFLES:  Hey Boss? If yesterday was Fat Tuesday, what does that make today?

KATIE:  Wednesday.

WAFFLES:  Just Wednesday? 

KATIE:  Just Wednesday.

WAFFLES:  It's still WAFFLES Wednesday though. Right?

KATIE:  Well if its Waffles Wednesday, why am I here?

WAFFLES:  You mean like "What's the meaning of life why am I here?" Or just, "Why am I here why am I here?"

KATIE:  Good question. Why AM I here??? I'm way overdue for my après Fat Tuesday nap.
WAFFLES:  So you're going, can I have your beads? What do I have to do to get your beads, Boss?

KATIE:  Uh oh. Look away, ladies.

Belated Mardi Gras
They may have been wearing sparkly-shiny beads in New Orleans yesterday AND eating cake. But here in the mountains, we were content to hang out by the fire wearing sparkly-shiny cat pajamas. Ok, truth be told they were flannel. And we had popcorn instead of cake.

Monday, March 4, 2019

Mani-Pedi Time

WAFFLES:  Uh oh. Boss at 10 o'clock.

WAFFLES:  This means I'm going to have to cut my mani-pedi time short.

KATIE:  Mani-pedi???

WAFFLES:  That's what all the cool metro-mancats call it, Boss. 

KATIE:  What happened to just regular scratching? 

WAFFLES:  That's so 2081.

KATIE:  You mean 2018?

WAFFLES:  Uh, yeah that.

About Today's Photos
Location. Location. Location. Today's pics are from our Minneapolis townhouse, but the same scratcher rules apply here. Whatever scratcher Katie is using, Waffles immediately wants. And vice versa.

Certain scratchers have more clout than others too. The bathroom scratcher lounge, for example, is much more coveted than the scratching pole in the bedroom. The kitchen scratcher is the place to be, and scratch, at mealtime.

Friday, March 1, 2019

Lap-N-Love Weekend

KATIE:  I've got to hand it to you, Waffles. That poem of yours, as lame as it was, actually worked. 

WAFFLES:  What poem?

KATIE:  The one you wrote to Gloman. You know, to guilt him into coming home for a visit. Remember? Roses are red, violets are blue –

WAFFLES:  Oh yeah! I remember. Chicken is GOLDEN. Like my love for YOU!

I mean, not YOU Boss. I mean Gloman. But you too. I love BOTH you and Gloman. I love you like chicken!

KATIE:  Nice backpedal, Waffles. The part about chicken wasn't really necessary, though. 

WAFFLES: Chicken is ALWAYS necessary, Boss. 

Homecoming Weekend
Truth be told, Gloman would still come home to visit whether Waffles wrote him a sappy love poem or not. But the cute factor never hurts.

Probably the most touching part of Gloman's visits is Katie's welcoming ritual. Once the door opens and she hears his voice, her ears perk up and she comes trotting over to him with the happiest spring in her step. She rolls over on the rug to get her tummy scratched and mews the cutest kitty chirps ever. She's definitely a CatDaddy's girl. 

We're super excited to be able to spend a nice long weekend with our favorite Cat Daddy. It's going to be a lap-n-love fest for Waffles and Katie. And Glogirly too. We're supposed to get a big snowstorm here in the mountains on Saturday, so Glogirly is getting all stocked up on snacks so the only thing we have to worry about is keeping the fire going and which movie we're going to watch. There will quite possibly be some naps involved too.
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