February 16, 2009

Birthdays, Monoskis, and Big Falls

We are home. Sad. But home. We love Colorado.

Back to life.

Today is my husband's birthday! It was a travel day, which means there wasn't going to be any 'real' celebrating as I like to do. I'm all about making a favorite meal with the favorite cake and making the day special.

Last night after skiing, while waiting on pizza, I took the boys out to the local grocery store to buy cards and plot to do SOMETHING... ANYTHING for his birthday.

(Sidenote... the only thing I didn't not like about Steamboat was their grocery store, City Market. The employees were SUPER nice, LOVE THAT, but the food selections were not good and the lay out didn't appear to have any logic to it at all. Its the first time I've ever been in any kind of grocery store and felt absolutely lost. Its not good when you can't even find the butter... because its not anywhere NEAR the dairy.)

Anyway, off we went to town and stopped in the card section where my sons picked up some absolutely HYSTERICAL birthday cards for their Dad.

They all played songs of course... or did something. Hoops and Yo Yo rocks.

We picked up a couple other things, cinnamon rolls for a birthday breakfast, candles for him to blow out, and made our way back.

I KNEW there was no way they could sign these cards at the condo or he'd hear them, so I had them sign them in the lobby, where the guy working the front desk laughed so hard at the cards and my boys, I think it may have made his night.

I cooked a big birthday breakfast for him and we'll be celebrating in normal fashion on Thursday, which is typically our more dead week night.

Onto skiing... a couple stories.

This morning, the boys were talking about this man they saw with no legs, skiing on a single ski. I informed them that this was a mono-ski and that Denny uses one.

Bones was at a loss... saying, "But, Mom, Denny HAS legs. Why does he need one of those."

The other two boys and I stared at him and did a collective *blink* as Ringo explained to him about how Denny fell out of the tree and now his legs don't work.

It was funny in a twisted way, because for some reason, in Bones' mind, a mono ski is for someone who doesn't have legs. Now he gets the mechanics of it.

They were astounded by the entire mono-ski thing and I told them how I knew Denny was doing blue slopes and was probably going to move to black,

They were in awe. It was pretty funny.

Meanwhile, as Denny maneuvers through his blue slopes, I spent my time cussing at my instructor mentally, as I took one of my two falls the entire weekend, on the blue slopes.

The snow was too powdery and hilly for me as it had been so overskiied. Denny calls it choppy and that's pretty much right.

So here I was, 1/4 of the way down this nasty steep choppy blue slope when I lost control and fell. The ski snapped off my boot exactly as it was supposed to and I looked down the hill and there was my entire class... WAITING ON ME.

I hate that.

I hate people waiting on me.

I hate it more when I can watch them waiting on me.

I hate it even more when I can watch them waiting on me and its obvious I look like a damn fool.

Cold sweat, slight panic at the thought that even after I got the f***ing ski back on, I was still going to have to make it down the f***ing hill.

I muttered f*** a lot yesterday, under my breath. I strongly suspect my instructor overheard a couple times.

I was past caring.

Anyway, so there was I, trying to get my ski snapped in, and the ski would move, or the ski would sink in the soft deep snow, or I'd lose my balance... or... or... or...

The instructor's voice carried well... way up to me, as if he was standing beside me. I think he must've taken voice lessons from a DI in the Marine Corps. He wasn't mean... but man, the guy's voice could carry instruction far and wide.

Finally, I thought, "F*** this" and I looked up the mountain and decided to take my other ski off and just slide down on my butt.

Evidently my instructor was a mind reader too because I heard, "Don't you slide down this mountain! Take your time and you put that ski back on!"


And so I did.

I said to him at lunch, "I was going to slide down that hill on my butt..." and he said, "I could tell! It was written all over you that that's what was next! You looked up that hill, looked down at that last ski and I thought, "Oh no she doesn't..." That's more dangerous than what you were doing. Never slide down..."

So that's my big fall story. Luckily nothing broke and I didn't get nailed by a snow boarder.

That would have sucked...

*Update- Crap, I forgot about the funny 3rd fall with the boys when I took out a small tree, right next to the action photo sign. It didn't get caught on film, but I'll blog that when I post pictures."

Posted by Boudicca at February 16, 2009 11:21 PM | TrackBack

Happy Homecoming Bou! Glad you and the family had a safe trip and, from the sounds of it, made a lot of memories.

Posted by: DammitWomann at February 16, 2009 11:47 PM

A belated Happy Birthday to your husband!

Bones cracks me up! Over the years my daughter had many of those kinds of moments.

I'm so glad you all had such a great time.

Posted by: Teresa at February 17, 2009 12:10 AM

Happy Birthday to your husband, Bou!

And .. how are your feet and legs? Did you discover any new muscles you didn't know you had?

Posted by: PeggyU at February 17, 2009 02:36 AM

Happy Birthday to the ol' man... and thanks for bringing some cold weather with you... it feels great. ;-)

Posted by: vw bug at February 17, 2009 05:51 AM

Happy Birthday to the Hubby!

Posted by: oddybobo at February 17, 2009 10:27 AM

Bou - Trust me. I fall a lot. Especially when I am learning to ski more challenging terrain or when my instructor is having me do drills. Garlands are OK, but side slips are scary. And I can't get up by myself yet. That's the only thing that keeps me from skiing independently. Sliding down hills? Yep. Been there. Done that.

Posted by: Denny at February 17, 2009 02:31 PM