Man I love skiing. It's expensive, it's exhuasting and it's freezing, but it's awesome. I made it through two days without falling (although there were some near misses), got a free hot cocoa on the mountain, and was pleasantly surprised to find I had cell service. I wore my new metallic silver ski parka and was told by one lift operator I looked "flashy" while another one pretended I was blinding him when the sun hit my jacket (highly possible).
And the lodge we were "upgraded" to? AMAZEBALLS. Most comfortable bed I have ever slept in. (But truth be told, at that point I was so tired, I would have been happy sleeping in the tub.)
Belated Blondie post - apologies. It's been quite a trip so far. My mom's car died en route to pick me up from the airport, so we had to wait and take the shuttle back. I had to go to Urgent Care this morning with a raging infection, so that's been fun as well.
But on the positive side, it snowed last night! Probably because the snow gods were tired of my bitching about the complete lack of snow on the ground for Christmas.
Here's hoping the drugs kick in soon and the snow doesn't melt too fast!
I'm over the Duck Dynasty phenomenon. Watched the first season, found it funny, but haven't watched it since. And now they have a Christmas CD? And Chia Pets? (Admittedly, those are a little funny) Not sure why people are shocked that they are homophobes, though - they're rednecks, people.
One thing I cannot understand, though, is how these bearded wonders landed such hot wives, but maybe it's the $80 million. One never knows in Louisiana.
Watched Barbara Walters' Most Fascinating People of the Year last night - and I have to say the most fascinating thing to me was the amount of work Babs has had done to her face. Particularly to her eyes. She certainly looked fascinated.
Weird getting mail on a Sunday yesterday (apparently to make up for missed ice days with the upcoming holidays). But a good weird. I know mail carriers need and deserve a day off, etc., but it reminded me of when you're on a plane that has been delayed, and the pilot comes on the loudspeaker to say that he is going faster to make up for lost time. And one wonders why they don't always fly as fast as they can...similarly, why can't they deliver packages on Sundays. #justsayin
I bought a "reversible" sweater - white with red polka dots on one side, red with white polka dots on the other. But it has tags and seams - so not really reversible. (Don't get me wrong - I still plan on wearing it on both sides, but still. I'm on to you, clothing makers.)
I'm skiing for a few days while in Colorado for Christmas, and booked the last room at a little bed and breakfast right in Winter Park. Then over the weekend got an email that the owners had abruptly sold the b&b and we were now staying 10 minutes away at some ranch. Huh? But I looked up the website and HOLY UPGRADE. First of all, the rates are like double what we're paying, they have an outdoor ice skating rink, spa, hot tub, snowshoeing, etc. Um, thank you, travel gods. And I don't say that very often.
Iced in, day four. I'm starting to feel sympathy for Jack Nicholson's character in The Shining. I could totally go axe murderer cray cray on someone right about now. Some things I've learned during Icepocalypse 2013:
Don't text and walk when the sidewalks are icy. You need both eyes on the pavement. Trust me.
Pete Delkus is the most excited weatherman in Dallas. Ice storms are his crack.
Cameron Matheson is in all holiday movies on the Hallmark Channel. Literally.
Tar emerges from ice storms and is incredibly hard to get out of a dog's fur. And also incredibly messy.
I'm super happy to have had electricity this entire time. I am bored and have TV and lights. Can't imagine how bored those who don't are. #amishisthenewblack
Noticed that the east coast is now getting this storm, although it's now called Dion? Cleon and Dion? Come on weatherpeople.
All in all, ready to get back to civilization tomorrow (god-willing). Word to your mother.
Getting the call that the office is closed due to snow/sleet/slush is still as exciting as an adult as it was as a kid learning school was closed. Very glad I have power, though - not sure it would be as fun in a cold dark apartment.
The day ahead looks to include baking Christmas cookies, catching up on DVR'd shows, having some wine, and "working from home."
A friend and I are hosting a holiday party next Saturday night at a bar, and we have to have at least 40 people show up in order to get the space for free. We invited like 150 people, but only 20 have said yes - which sounds a little pathetic, but it IS a Saturday night in December, so I'm not surprised. I was talking to a guy friend about it, and told him to feel free to invite more friends to up our chances of hitting 40. Five minutes later, he wrote back to say he did - and he invited 130 more people. Um, what?? I was thinking like 3-5 more. But on the positive side, we're BOUND to hit 40 now, right? RIGHT??
A girl at work yesterday, upon learning I went to UNC: "Did you go there when Michael Jordan played?" (NOTE: he played at UNC in 1982.)
Me: "How old do you think I am? No, seriously - HOW OLD DO YOU THINK I AM."
My friend's three-year-old is one of my favorite people on the planet. She insisted on joining us for manis/pedis yesterday (she initially picked out the green glitter polish, which I encouraged but her mother wisely found an alternate to), and also insisted on sitting next to me (tear). I asked her what she wants for Christmas, and her answer is one of the reasons I love her so much: "A telescope, a microscope and a stethoscope. And a guitar." Because she IS only three, after all. LOVE. THIS. KID.