sorry its been a while :(

wow so my life has been completely lame and boring lately nothing exciting to report, all Ive been doing besides avoiding the nagging voice inside my head telling me i REALLY need to get a job, is entering contests and sweepstakes online
All this snow and cold and grossness has made me want to do absolutely nothing but sit around in my pajamas. Last week 2 days after snow storm number?? 703? i decided i need to go dig my car out of the snow bank it was in... oh boy was that a journey.. it was like the big dig round #2 for all of you Bostonians who know what the big dig is.
mistake #1 i did not shovel the first layer of snow off my car Tuesday which then turned to a lovely layer of ice
mistake #3 I did not shovel the snow off my car after the storm Wednesday, more wet snow and ice
mistake #4 the biggest, I parked to the right of a driveway, which then caused the plow to push a huge giant mountain of snow in front of my car
mistake #5 no car was behind me so the also plowed a nice mountain behind my car
mistake #6 I waited till Sunday, the last time I had started my car was Wednesday, needless to say my car was dead so I was going to have to dig out the front in the back of my car
So with one shovel, me and kelly embarked on a hopeless journey to extract my car from the white abyss that encased it.
one hour later:
we made a slight pathway behind it, the trunk was now accessible and I could now see my back tires, but both me and kelly lack any sort of upper body strength so, I was pretty shot at this point my little weak wrists could hoist that shovel of death up no longer.
Thankfully we must have looked helpless, we were also on a main road and i'm sure looked completely pathetic to those who passed by. Some older women saw us and asked if we wanted help
um YES! so there is a god, these women were definitely sent by god, because not only did they seem to enjoy shoveling they also conned three other large men to dig out the front of my car,
I watched in awe as these men did in 5 minutes what would have took me a lunch break and another hour later to finish. It was a miracle, I almost wanted to hug these creepy strangers, the men were creepy, not the ladies. Stella was now free(stella is my car).
Now the last thing that had to be done, was the battery now had to be jumped
thankfully kelly was able to get her car in reach of mine and I managed to get my hood open, that's usually a hard task for me, I've jumped , my car many many many times, not stella but veronica her was previous to her and pretty vintage, but still I always forget which plug goes where
So, we're standing there contemplating again, probably looking hopeless, and another man pulled over to see if we needed help, so with his help, stella got started and back on the road
REJOICE!
fast forward to the next morning
my body was NOT rejoicing
usually sunday morning if I'm waking up at 7 am to take advil its for a hangover, not because my upper body is aching so badly I can't sleep on my side. wow was that painful, 30 minutes of running on the treadmill doesn't even leave me that sore, ugh was that horrible.
2 days later I'm almost completely better, and I'm pretty sure I some how managed to throw out my lower back, just one side, also insert a huge blister on my foot from some unfriendly heels saturday and now I am currently walking around like a cripple.
But mainly why I wanted to tell my story about the big dig excavation of stella was because I was so surprised that there were still nice people left, especially in new england, I mean can you blame us for being so cold and gloomy, look at the weather we have to deal with. So needless to say I was touched by the good deeds of these people, and plan on passing on the good deeds as soon as the opportunity presents itself