Sitting in front of my trusty MacBook Pro, sipping on a cup of coffee, I was reading the morning blogs: ZenHabits, Ridiculouslyextraordinary.com, and SmartPassiveIncome.com, and Seth Godin (just to name a few).
It’s Monday morning after the biggest snow and ice storm we’ll probably see in years. I just took my beautiful (expecting) wife to work. It’s difficult to get out of the driveway still. There’s still an inch of Ice and snow on the drive way. I know how difficult it is cause I got stuck not once, but twice trying to leave for church yesterday.
That’s when I heard it.. the revving and sliding sound of my neighbor trying to get out of HER driveway… I just looked hopefully out the window knowing that the next touch of the gas pedal would yield better results than the last one.
She continued for a few more minutes when I decided to “step outside” to get her attention. I was gonna tell her how I got out of my driveway (finally) yesterday.
At last, she opened her door so I could say, “Hey, just back down your driveway, cross over that small strip of grass and get a head start from here (pointing to where I had started yesterday)”
She liked her plan better. “Can you just give me a little push, I’m SO close”.
I had my house shoes, pajama bottoms, a thick T-shirt and a new bathrobe on (unusual for me).
So, after a brief thought of how I would get traction in these house shoes, I proceeded to meet her at the top of her driveway.
She was right. Just one small tug and she was free from the icy barrier that was holding her little car hostage.
After a brief moment of small talk, she left and I stepped cautiously down my driveway looking for every thawed patch of pavement I could find.
I walked up the ice covered steps to my door and grabbed the handle…. didn’t budge. I walked to the door beside it… even worse, the deadbolt was locked on that one… it was out of the question for sure!

Pictured: Me, the snow, the door and the firepit
I stood there basking in my stupidity for a second. I looked over my back yard (see picture) realizing that my hands were getting cold.
I made the trek from the porch down to the studio door, the garage door, then back up to the porch again. There are SIX sets of doors in the BACK of my house… All locked.
Think, Kevin, think.
I decided to light the fire-pit, only to find that with the sun melting the snow and sub-freezing temperature, the top was frozen shut.
I picked up the deck chair, briefly trying to knock the ice away… that didn’t last long… freakin’ chair was FREEZING!
After a few more attempts at getting the top off, (I even tried lighting the fire-pit with the top on to melt the snow but decided that it would be so hot, I couldn’t touch it afterwards) I finally just lifted one end of the fire-pit about an inch or two and dropped it on the cement. That did the trick. I lit the fire and promptly warmed my very cold hands.
I couldn’t help but think about the guy on TV, man vs. wild. What would that guy do? – not lock himself out of his own house, thats for sure.
I then began shaking the door furiously, remembering that THIS SAME door just blew open during a light storm this past summer and the rain SOAKED the hardwood floors. NOTHING… locked tighter than Fort Knox!
I went back down stairs to get the snow shovel that I used to get us un-stuck yesterday… I didn’t know what I was gonna do yet, but at this point, I had moved on to a fictional character that I could use for inspiration… McGuyver… or more realistically, McGruber on Saturday Night Live.
I just knew that they would gather up all their resources and get that door open.
Needless to say, the shovel didn’t do me much good.
Somehow, I had remembered to put my phone in my pocket when I took Janna to work (Yes, I took her in my PJ’s and Bathrobe… I mean… what could possibly happen on the 2 mile trip to State Farm?)
I called Janna. She sounded worried. Now, I don’t know if it was “My poor husband is freezing” or “OMG, how am I gonna tell my friends that my goofball husband locked himself out of the house!”
I really didn’t want to call one of our 2 friends that actually had the extra keys. Partly because it was 8 am they live all the way across town, and partly because I didn’t want to tell them about my… err… oversight.
Still trying to channel McGruber, I decided to walk back up the driveway… like I was “just out checking the mail” and try to think of something else when I realized… MY SOUTHWEST AIRMILES CARD CAME SOMETIME OVER THE WEEKEND!!!
So, I actually had a purpose for mosey-ing thru my yard with my bathrobe on.
There it was…in an unmarked envelope just like they said… I tried to bend it and it was rigid… this had to be the card.
I crept down the driveway again, this time with a renewed sense of hope. I walked up the frozen stairs laughing at how I had “McGrubered” my way out of a sticky situation.
Fast forward… Dang, this door is TIGHT!… nothing.
Defeated.
After many door shaking attempts (seriously, it just flew open during the storm), Janna called to check on my status. “I can get Jessica to bring me over there with my extra key”.
The offer that sounded like too much trouble just 30 minutes ago sounded like the perfect plan now.
Since I had my phone and a brand new card, I activated them standing by the fire waiting on Janna.
And I thought I wouldn’t have anything to write about today.
Question: Have You ever done anything like this?-Please make me feel better by commenting!