Ouch.
Snowboarding adventure done. 5 hours and 15 minutes of falling on my ass every 2 minutes (sometimes a lot less) and FINALLY at the end, I started to GET it! The board really does go where you want it to go when you move your head and look in that direction. You really DO stop when you dig your heels in simultaneously, but gently or of you're backwards (which is not the right term, but that's just how it feels) by pressing down on your toes. Thankfully I had zero fear of falling because I, along with many others, spent the entire time doing just that. Once I started having a few of those 'aha!' moments, it was so much fun! I mean, a shit-ton of work and pain, but fun! Near the end I just didn't want to fall because it was so much work just to get up. Especially if I fell forward. Then you have to execute this awesomely ridiculous flipping maneuver whereupon you pull your right leg close to your stomach and flip yourself and the board around so your butt is sticking up in the air and then figure out how to push up and stand without wiping out yet again and smashing your face into the snow. It's a good thing my self-confidence isn't at its height because there was definitely nothing genteel about my technique. Anyway, it was a whole lot of fun though... I spent most of my time laughing at myself, my friend and the sky. When I actually mastered getting down a whole half of the hill without falling or slamming into the foam padding around the ski-lift poles, I instantly wanted to coem back and try it again. Because things just start to click and make sense! Of course snowboarding (and skiing I suppose) when you don't own your own equipment is ridiculously expensive and I just can't justify the expense in my head were I to do it often.
Oh, and I thought I would be terrified by the ski lift, having never been on one before, much less with a four foot board strapped to one foot and having to get off, slip down the little decline and get the hell out of the way of the other fools behind you. I only fell once and that was actually slipping on ice off to the right while panicking that I was in everyone's way, when in actuality I wasn't in anyone's way. The hill (bunny slope folks, let's be real) was actually pretty slick because there were 5 billion people there due to the gorgeous weather and the end of Feb. vacation.
Man, I am feeling it today though. I was sitting in a 3 hour budget meeting this morning and I had to physically lift my legs to cross them. Covertly. Though I am sure everyone saw me wincing. Actually I was going to start this post by saying that I can't cross my legs without help but thought that might send the wrong message. My wrists, my thighs, my back... woo. I didn't believe my friend when she said it would be much worse today but whoa, she was right. I feel like crap right now. Sorta good crap, but still crap.
Also, a few things:
Hartford Wolfpack game= awesome, though I can't believe how empty it was for a Saturday night! Kinda sad. I remember when there was no way two people could get a seat together on a Saturday game. The good thing is that I didn't have to pay to park, even though I was in a parking garage but the bad thing is that that means Hartford isn't even charging people to park anymore and it's STILL empty.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Monday, February 15, 2010
Hey! Guess what I haven't done in forever?! You've got it... updated this thing!
Probably because I really haven't had that much going on, maybe because I am lazy and most assuredly because my laptop is dying a slow and painful death and I try not to tax her with too many windows open. She starts to wheeze and whirl. The First Fan of Death begins and I know I have a mere 8 minutes time left before the second, all powerful Fan Of Impending Death comes on and then everything freezes, usually right in the middle of a killer Facebook Scrabble Move so I am left with a frozen screen and a word that is worth 5 points instead of 63.
Such is life.
Why am I deciding to post this morning, you may ask? There are a few reasons quite frankly.
1) The slow morph into the Ghost of My Grandmother is nearly complete. Last nights actions nearly solidified the transformation. While in the basement doing laundry I wandered by the oil tank (which we had just fed 100 gallons of oil week before last!), noticed the needle was hovering slightly above a quarter of a tank and promptly marched upstairs and turned it down to 64. I usually keep it hovering between 64 and 66 (3rd floor folks, it's not that bad!) and trot around telling my roommates to put on some layers godamnit, we're not made of money but it had been a chilly week and I allowed it to crawl up to 68 at one point or another. No more. This tank of oil was going to 'last us the rest of the winter' (allow for maximum Caroline Ingall's voice here) and now we're down to a 1/4 of a tank and it's mid-February. So pull out those hoodies guys because I'm enforcing a lockdown on the thermostat. Of course, this means when I awoke this morning and went to leisurely roll out of bed on this lovely day off, I could almost smell the cold in the air. My windows were slightly frosted. On the inside. I have a hoodie and fingerless mittens on, typing this. There is already a sheet draped over the new couch to keep off the cat fur... the transformation is nearly complete.
2) If there's one thing I hate more than NPR Pledge Drives it's Bahamas commercials. I KNOWit's better in the Bahamas where animated Mai Tai's frolic with Sesame Street Characters getting massages on the beach but do I need to see four commercials by 8am telling me so? I just want to watch the morning news and drink my coffee with my fingerless mittens and not be constantly reminded that there's warmth and happiness out there somewhere below the Mason Dixon line.
3) It's President's day weekend and since I am not buying a new car or acquiring new furniture (I like my sheet covered IKEA Klippan thank you very much) it means I merely have the day off like the respectable public servant that I am. And like any good American that means drinking copious amounts of coffee this morning, turning the oven on to heat the house for a few minutes, not lighting a match and watching the rest of Season One of Weeds.
Perfect.
Probably because I really haven't had that much going on, maybe because I am lazy and most assuredly because my laptop is dying a slow and painful death and I try not to tax her with too many windows open. She starts to wheeze and whirl. The First Fan of Death begins and I know I have a mere 8 minutes time left before the second, all powerful Fan Of Impending Death comes on and then everything freezes, usually right in the middle of a killer Facebook Scrabble Move so I am left with a frozen screen and a word that is worth 5 points instead of 63.
Such is life.
Why am I deciding to post this morning, you may ask? There are a few reasons quite frankly.
1) The slow morph into the Ghost of My Grandmother is nearly complete. Last nights actions nearly solidified the transformation. While in the basement doing laundry I wandered by the oil tank (which we had just fed 100 gallons of oil week before last!), noticed the needle was hovering slightly above a quarter of a tank and promptly marched upstairs and turned it down to 64. I usually keep it hovering between 64 and 66 (3rd floor folks, it's not that bad!) and trot around telling my roommates to put on some layers godamnit, we're not made of money but it had been a chilly week and I allowed it to crawl up to 68 at one point or another. No more. This tank of oil was going to 'last us the rest of the winter' (allow for maximum Caroline Ingall's voice here) and now we're down to a 1/4 of a tank and it's mid-February. So pull out those hoodies guys because I'm enforcing a lockdown on the thermostat. Of course, this means when I awoke this morning and went to leisurely roll out of bed on this lovely day off, I could almost smell the cold in the air. My windows were slightly frosted. On the inside. I have a hoodie and fingerless mittens on, typing this. There is already a sheet draped over the new couch to keep off the cat fur... the transformation is nearly complete.
2) If there's one thing I hate more than NPR Pledge Drives it's Bahamas commercials. I KNOWit's better in the Bahamas where animated Mai Tai's frolic with Sesame Street Characters getting massages on the beach but do I need to see four commercials by 8am telling me so? I just want to watch the morning news and drink my coffee with my fingerless mittens and not be constantly reminded that there's warmth and happiness out there somewhere below the Mason Dixon line.
3) It's President's day weekend and since I am not buying a new car or acquiring new furniture (I like my sheet covered IKEA Klippan thank you very much) it means I merely have the day off like the respectable public servant that I am. And like any good American that means drinking copious amounts of coffee this morning, turning the oven on to heat the house for a few minutes, not lighting a match and watching the rest of Season One of Weeds.
Perfect.
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