Must be Four-wheel Drive to Enter

YOU CAME BACK!

 I do wonder if I should be writing to an audience (at this point, these are journal-like entries to clear my mind and head *fingers thinking out-loud, one might say*).. but just in case I do get an audience (hello), I will add small details and references so that my life does not confuse you as much as it confuses me at times!

The sun is out, the land it dry.. oh happy, happy day!

 I'm feeling particularly grateful for the dry land today, since no one will be able to save me if my car gets stuck in a foot deep of mud and slushy snow.. which happened, unfortunately, too many times to even count. Which also resulted in my boyfriend rescuing me out. Every. Single. Time.

 My poor little flashy green Ford Fiesta doesn't seem to be handling the country life very well, you see. Mikey (named after Mike Wazowski from Monters Inc., of course) is a small little monster with a lot of will, but not much power.. especially riding up a 30+ degree, 150-meter long bumpy, uneven, overexposed to winter, hill to get to our house. Basically, if it isn't a four-wheel drive vehicle, it's not going too far. Did I ever try, though. 

 One dark and slushy night comes to mind. I'm a nightshift worker at a children's hospital. My regular schedule is from 7 pm to 7h30 am, but this particular shift was an exception. I was able to leave home at 9h30pm to get to work for 11 o'clock. The day had gone wonderfully, I was happy to have spent many hours with my man and furry family (we have two dogs, one cat.. and seven chickens *but those came later on*) and was rested enough to hit the road. The temperature was quite mild, but our trail to get to the main road was covered in semi-melted, slushy, gooey mud. Luckily, my great boyfriend had found a solution for me and himself (because at this point, I'm not too sure he was enjoying the Tamara-rescuing. It gets less fun after 3 times in a week). He had been kind enough to shovel our second option for my little car: another steeper and longer hill up to the house, reserved for when the snow melted: off-boundaries in the wintertime (but it was technically spring now!).

After four hours of strenuous, muscle-popping shovelling, the path was clear! We had dinner, watched an episode of Friends, I hugged my family and I got into my car in the snowy darkness and hit the road.. only that I took the wrong trail.

Oh. ..Oops. 

 In my defence, mentioning the fact that it was "snowy darkness" is my defence. Also, I'm a bit clumsy and forgetful.. but only sometimes. So, not to make my story longer than I should, because lamentations are lame, I got stuck.. again. Running late for work, I wasn't even able to stick around to be rescued this time around and had to take my boyfriend's car to work. Yes, yes, I know. All that shovelling effort gone to waste. His biceps sure got nice and big, though.