4-Wheel Drive Only, Please.

So the very smart technological side of me did not copy my NC snow photos onto my computer file before deleting them off our camera. Sorry but no picture updates with this blog. In fact, I've become completely lazy with pictures. It's probably the fact that I'm not a photographer and do not know how to take great pictures like my brother-in-law Jer. All my photos start to look the same, even the unique angled shots are all alike. So sad, but light is being shed on my non-giftings at the moment!

That and we are lacking internet again at this phase in life, which leads to the lack of consistent blogging. Some day... altogether though, we're doing well. We missed the big snow storm that I've heard would rival the Asheville storm in the early 90's. So thankful we don't have them often, but Brenton and I thought it would have been fun to get snowed into our home for a few days. It's still been a trek getting up and down our slippery, bumpy and muddy drive.

Actually, it was just earlier this week that I was trying to get up the grooves, which were still partly icy and embraced by lanes of snow. Brenton had headed out of town and told me to keep momentum so I would not get stuck or have to back down the mountain on patches of ice. Perfectly enough, my neighbor and baby were also in the car. I got half way up and stalled for a van that had tried to go up our icy drive in 2-wheel drive, but slid backwards down the hill a ways, half in a culvert and halfway on the road. Inconvenient, yes. My neighbor and I looked at each other and said, "What in the world was he thinking!" The poor guy was shaken up, but thankfully no damage was done. My neighbor walked up the hill with her baby and my wonderful friends at The Cove sent a husband of a fellow co-worker to get both of our vehicles taken care of. I was probably a chicken, but did not want to be the lucky individual to wreck one of our vehicles. I left with a guilt trip for not being too friendly to the flustered gentleman who asked what house I lived in... Poor guy, just not his day. I avoided his conversations knowing his work would bring him up our hill on a somewhat regular basis, and the fact that my husband was gone.

Thankfully Brenton made it home and we have not been stuck yet. Today is in the twenties but feels like four degrees and I can surely vouch for the bitter Michigan chill outside. We had wonderful holidays over the past few months. Due to my lack of blogging... we had Thanksgiving with Brenton's immediate family and extended family from his mother's side. We met up at his grandparent's farm in Kansas with over 80 relatives, and still missing some. This Christmas we spent up north visiting my side of the family and a number of Brenton's connections; friends, a recruit, a previous supervisor and had a wonderful end to 2009.