I'm beginning to feel a little guilty for not posting as often as I used to. It's like I have a life or something...which we all know can't be true. I called into work for a variety of reasons this morning. I'm having trouble sleeping again, and every where I look, it says that I should get checked for Depression. But I don't feel depressed. I feel good actually, with the minor monthly crankiness that goes on. But I was really tired this morning, so I decided that I would sleep a little longer and go in late. The second reason that I called in was that it is snowing out, and every county school system in like a hundred miles is closed. It kind of baffles me that school systems close so that children don't have to get transported home in dangerous weather conditions, but work places (like the government...grrr...) don't close because it is okay for adults who actually have to drive in the bad weather to go home in dangerous weather. Makes sense, right? Well, maybe I just really didn't want to go to work today, so I came up with some reasons for staying home. I do have to go do a home visit this afternoon, so I didn't take the whole day off.
I'm looking out the window by the balcony and the snow looks so pretty coming down and coating the ground. It's a shame it's such a bitch to drive in.
I can hear the people who live above me vacuuming their carpet. It's like the third time in four days that I have heard the vacuum running. Does anyone actually vacuum daily? Am I supposed to be doing this? If I am I feel very uninformed (of course, anyone who has been to my parents' house would know that I was never taught to vacuum on a daily basis).
This is all very random, but that's okay with me. I don't have anything incredibly thrilling going on right now. Eddy has guns on his blog. Melissa is talking about death and dying. I don't know what the hell Dave is talking about. I guess I need to come up with something more interesting to talk about. I could post pictures of my two scarves that I crocheted. Yay! I actually did a pretty good job and got complimented on one of them.
Ah well, I guess I'll stop being a slug and go get ready for my home visit. I'm thinking of changing the template of this blog again because I think the blue is getting to be too bright for me. I'll contemplate it.
OK, so it's not really the weekend anymore. I guess technically, we are closer to the next weekend then the past weekend. So to clarify, I had a crazy weekend last weekend. There. That's better. We hung out with Bec and Chris Friday night. Chris has connections at P. F. Chang's, so we were able to skip the line at the door and get seated right away. How cool is that? Then, we went back to Bec and Chris' house and we played a card game. Now, maybe we sound like total losers for playing a card game on a Friday night. But it was soooo much fun! The game is called Phase 10, and it is kind of like Uno, except not really. (And we all know my love of Uno, right??) So anyways, we played for about three hours. Robbie was ahead for the entire game, and then at the very end, Becca won! Mwahahahaha! But it was great fun.
On Saturday, I had agreed (somewhat foolishly, I admit) to go skiing with Bec, Chris, and Robbie at Liberty Mountain. I had never been skiing or snowboarding, so I had no idea what great fun I was in for [add heavy sarcasm]. Since the three of them were all snowboarding, I didn't want to be the lone skier, so I snowboarded too. OK, first fun part - walking with a snowboard attached to your foot...Feet quickly become tired and begin to hurt. We had just missed the class that we were going to take, so we had to wait an hour for the next one. It was someone's bright idea that we should practice for that hour that we had to wait. Chris showed me how to do nothing, but not for lack of trying. I did sort of master walking with a snowboard attached to me. But, beyond that, there was no stopping, turning, or anything other than moving at a high rate of speed and falling down. So, then the class began. Unbeknownst to me, my legs were done for the day. I could hardly do anything, and it was quickly apparent to me and the instructor (his name, too, was Chris), that I was going to be mostly nonfunctional. But, I tried my damnedest. We practiced going straight down a hill, and turning while going down the hill. I mastered neither. I did master falling down. Bec, Robbie, and I rode up to the top of the little mountain on the ski lift and promptly fell off all together when we got to the top. I was completely exhausted by this time. And as we lined up to go down this big hill on this five foot long board with both feet attached, my legs began to think on their own. They thought, "Fuck that!" At that point, my board, with one foot attached, went one way, the rest of my body went the other way, and I abruptly twisted my knee and fell over. I thought that was the fun part. The even more fun part was waiting for ski patrol to arrive, wrap me like a dead body, and pull me down the hill in a tobogan. Oh, you have not lived until you experience this. Along with the cold air flying by, you get to feel first hand all of the bumps as you fly down the mountain at a speed that feels quite a bit too fast. And, I got to hear kids yelling, "Look, that's the fourth injury we've seen today!" I closed my eyes and prayed for it to be over. By the time we completed this fun trip down the mountain and arrived in the clinic, my knee was feeling a bit better. I got to sit in the clinic for a while and chat with my emergency tech person, who was also a social worker. She told me not to give up on the skiing or snowboarding. Um, yeah, I'll keep that in mind. Anyways, to end my already too long story, nobody ever looked at my knee, and they sent me on my way after about an hour. Luckily for me (and unluckily for several others), I was not the worst injury in that clinic. There were several broken and sprained wrists, and the kid next to me did not remember how he got to the clinic. I was, however, the oldest person there. Ah, what good memories I'll have from this trip.
Undoubtedly, the best part of the day was getting to play Phase 10 again. We drove back to Rockville after our skiing excursion. It was snowing at this point, and it took a little while to get back. We ate at an all you can eat pizza place called CiCi's on Rockville Pike, and then went back to Bec and Chris's. We watched Shrek 2 and played cards and that was much more fun, in my opinion, than standing on a board and riding it down a mountain. But, that's just me.
All this week, I have been in serious pain. My knee has been sore, but not swollen or anything. However, I have muscle pain like you can't imagine! I didn't know I had so many muscles that could all hurt at the same time. But, Robbie is going to take me back up onto the mountain and try again. I can't decide if this sounds like a good idea or not. I'm thinking I might try skiing next time, although neither skiing nor snowboarding sounds particularly fun.
OK, now I've told my little snowboarding story to a couple of people who found it really amusing. But I'm sure everyone reading this can feel my pain, right???? :-/
