Getting Locked Out

So, Friday night Jonny and I went to my sister Melissa and niece Alyssa's play, A Miracle on 34th Street, at the Sugar Factory Playhouse. It was actually very entertaining and we both enjoyed it very much. It was great seeing my niece and sister act on stage, because it was something neither of them had ever done before. Well, the play got out much later than we had anticipated, and our poor puppy Koda had been in her kennel all night. So when we got home we decided we needed to walk her. It was around 11 PM when we left the house to take our daily walk with Koda, on the path behind our house. Before leaving however, we locked all the doors and exited through the garage, thinking that we'd be able to come back through that way, by putting in the garage code. After a half hour walk, we came home, but to our dismay the garage code would not work. We'd type in our password and the darn thing just kept blinking, but certainly not lifting the garage like it is supposed to. We kept trying it over and over with no luck. We reached in our pockets to pull out our keys, but quickly realized that we foolishly had left them inside the house before leaving. Next, we looked at my car. If the doors were unlocked we could simply hit the garage button and it would open and we'd get in. Any other day of the week my car would have been left unlocked, simply because I'm too lazy to lock it. But NO, not today. It was locked, so we really had no way to get into our house without climbing through a window somewhere.
Well, we walked around to every window on the ground floor trying to remove screens and pushing on the windows, but that was not working because they were all locked. I said a prayer in my heart that Heavenly Father would help us get in to our house. By this time it began to snow profusely, and it was already in subfreezing temperatures, so Koda was starting to get a little antsy and cold. I took her out back to go potty and noticed my back door neighbor out with his dog. I told him our situation and he nicely came over to offer assistance. He looked at the garage code device and asked if the batteries were too low to open the garage. We thought it was a possibility, but never opened it up to check. DUH. My neighbor was trying his darnedest to think of ideas to help. Jonny called a locksmith to see how much it would cost to come and break in our house. It was going to cost $150 bucks. "There goes a huge chunk of Christmas money" Jonny said. We didn't give up. As it got colder our neighbor insisted we come over and get warm, and even sleep over and worry about it in the morning. Jonny wanted to keep trying, so he called his dad, who was asleep, to come help. By then it was half past midnight and we were all standing around wondering how the crap we were gonna get in. Jonny's dad eventually pulled up as the snow started coming down thicker. He brought with him a wire hanger completely bent out of shape to try to break into my car. He tried every which way to jab that thing in, in hopes to hit the unlock button, but that was not working. Finally, his dad went over to the garage code and undid the battery cover and suggested we go to Walmart to buy another to see if that was the problem.
We loaded up in his van, Jonny, Mark, Koda and I and we drove slipping and sliding all the way to the store. We bought a new battery and drove back.
When we got back home we switched out the batteries, typed in the garage password and BOOM... it opened, finally. It was just before 2 AM when we got in. Any longer and we would have had to break a window or something. Inside we made hot herbal tea to warm up, and cranked up the heater to a million degrees and sat around laughing about how dumb we were to leave without taking keys with us. Ya, we learned a lot that night.

Today I joined the blogging craze and I don't know what the crap I'm doing.

It seems as though most of my married friends have a blog and are quite proficient at the whole thing. So I thought in order to keep in touch with those I love and care about... I too must start a blog. Also, I figure since I'm really terrible about keeping a journal, this will help me document my life better.

Well, Jonny and I are going on 1 year and 4 months of being married. YAHOOOO!!! Boy oh boy, has it been quite the adventure. In our first year we spent living in an apartment, we really got to know each other better. We soon discovered a few fun things about apartment living, as well as each other's weird quirks and so forth.

To begin, we learned... (I LEARNED) that it is not neccessery to rent the TOP floor of the building. Jonny thought it would be the best place to be during a zombie uprising or civil unrest. But for me, every time I had to bring 25 bags of groceries up 3 flights of stairs, during severe winter storms, I did not share the same sentiments. However, I did burn 3,000 calories during the escapade, so that was great. The second lesson we learned was BUY EARPLUGS. Our ever-respectful and loving neighbors would smoke pot and play guitar on their porch all throughout the night. It just so happened to be right by our bedroom window, so not only could I hear their lovely boisterous conversations, but if I was lucky I could smell a faint gust of weed smoke. Delicious!

Jonny quickly learned that I may have a couple sleep walking/talking issues of my own. Perhaps it was the time I got out of bed and proceeded to sing and dance the first Act of Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat to myself, in the mirror, at 3 in the morning. Or maybe it was the time I climbed on top of him with a pair of scissors, telling him I had the scissors he needed. Of course, he didn't need or want scissors, he was sleeping, and I was getting frustrated because I had gone out of my way to find him a pair, that he was simply refusing to take from me. Um... ya, that was a bit scary when I came to, and realized that I was on top of him with a dangerously sharp object. I realized from then on I should probably be strapped to the bed and given strong doses of sedatives- horse tranquilizers would do the trick, I suppose.

Anywhooo... After living almost one year at Legacy Springs Apartments we decided to begin the house hunt. That was quite the task I tell you, but after several months, we found the perfect home for us to buy. We moved in to our new house the end of July and have loved it so much.