The Holidays DAY 3...Crashing a snowmobile

Well, yet another storm last night and more snow.

Yipee! Luckily my dad left his tractor at the house last night....parked it right outside the garage..this is how we get around in the winter time. Jake woke up bright and early to start on Jayson & Kimber's new bed. My dad had one of his friends

who happens to be a carpenter bring over all of his equipment to the shop...so Jake had plenty of neat saws to work with. Let the fun begin. Nicole and I decided that Clyde needed some attention so we went outside to entertain him for awhile. Clyde is crazy in the snow. He does not run through it.... he jumps like a deer. A couple of times he was completely buried in the snow up to his ears. Crazy Dog! Meanwhile, my dad decided us girls needed something else to do....he offered us a ride on his new snow machine....well he wasn't offering a ride he gave us permission to drive it. What the?? Mind you it is a 800 Ski Doo. Nicole did not want to drive at first....I have driven one before but a long time ago and it was not that powerful. Luckily, I am as tall and skinny as my dad so I fit right into his snowmobiling suit. Most of you mothers are probably yelling at me...we were not wearing helmets :( bad example I know. I just had some fur trimmed bonsai hat from the granola store to cushion my head..at least it was warm. We only crashed twice...it was awesome. My parents have a nice little spot to ride right in front of their house...it had some nice snow drifts too. Well...I gave it a little bit too much gas right before we hit a drift....let's just say my knees are black and blue, our butts came two feet off the seat and we almost went over the windshield...woohoo what a ride. After awhile Colee decided to drive and we got into some really deep snow & she turned to sharp without enough gas & we tipped over...it was one of those moments that you had to witness to see it as funny. Now most of you men are thinking oh crap they will never be able to get the machine back upright...but oh no do not under estimate Lester...Within thirty seconds I had the thing right side up and we were going again...no need to call daddy and tell him we were stuck. Eat my shorts you pansies!