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Living in a Ski Resort has led me to a Life of Crime.
Yes, I know it is summer and all, but I have something wintery to share with you. What can I say, my inspiration is season-blind.
If you can't tell by my non-talk blabber about snow and snow and more snow, I live in a ski resort area. And when I say "ski" I really mean "snowboard." Yes, I am one of those. An old one of those.
I grew up skiing, but did not learn to snowboard until I was in my 30's (I am currently 41 in case you are curious). Trust me, it was not easy or without both physical and mental pain. I felt like such a dumb ass riding up the bunny lift with all the little rug-rats. I could feel them sticking their little tongues out at me. I am certain the older ones were flipping me off under their tiny mittens.
Anway, if you have ever tried to snowboard, you will be amazed by this little show off (and the reason for my off-season post).
Brat! But it is giving me ideas about Murphy and a chihuahua snowboard lesson next winter. Do you think I would have to buy him a pass?
Oh well. This is more my speed.
I know I look innocent and all, but I was really breaking the law in the above photo. Matt has got me involved in the criminal sport of hot-tub crashing. Fo real. There are tons of resorts that have fabulous pool areas that we like to crash. Put a couple of cocktails in a sippy cup and off we go. Local teens are always getting in trouble doing this sort of thing, but no one ever expects the "wealthy" looking middle aged couple (I bring my fake Louis V. as a prop). It is one of the few instances it pays to be old! Oh, and to Lorraine: I don't want to be featured in one of your Monday Morals Question. I know it is wrong. I just can't help myself.
If you can't tell by my non-talk blabber about snow and snow and more snow, I live in a ski resort area. And when I say "ski" I really mean "snowboard." Yes, I am one of those. An old one of those.
Me and my niece Sam at Keystone last year.
I grew up skiing, but did not learn to snowboard until I was in my 30's (I am currently 41 in case you are curious). Trust me, it was not easy or without both physical and mental pain. I felt like such a dumb ass riding up the bunny lift with all the little rug-rats. I could feel them sticking their little tongues out at me. I am certain the older ones were flipping me off under their tiny mittens.
There was a lot of "down" time if you know what I mean.
Sadly, I was merely snowshoeing (which is basically walking) in this photo. A picture speaks a thousand words. In this instance, "Spaz," "Uncoordinated" and "Hopeless" are three of them.
Anway, if you have ever tried to snowboard, you will be amazed by this little show off (and the reason for my off-season post).
Brat! But it is giving me ideas about Murphy and a chihuahua snowboard lesson next winter. Do you think I would have to buy him a pass?
Oh well. This is more my speed.
I know I look innocent and all, but I was really breaking the law in the above photo. Matt has got me involved in the criminal sport of hot-tub crashing. Fo real. There are tons of resorts that have fabulous pool areas that we like to crash. Put a couple of cocktails in a sippy cup and off we go. Local teens are always getting in trouble doing this sort of thing, but no one ever expects the "wealthy" looking middle aged couple (I bring my fake Louis V. as a prop). It is one of the few instances it pays to be old! Oh, and to Lorraine: I don't want to be featured in one of your Monday Morals Question. I know it is wrong. I just can't help myself.