NOT working and a crazy day

By the way... we're in Colorado skiing.

I can feel the medicine's effects starting to dwindle...  I will probably have to go up on the dosage.  Or maybe it's the thin mountain air. 

Yesterday I was skiing with our daughter.  I got to catch a nano-second glimpse of her going off the trail and down the side of the mountain.  What a horrible thing I never want to see again.  I could hear her screaming for me and all I could think of was that she was just rolling on down the mountain...  I kept screaming to let her know I was coming to get her, but she wouldn't stop screaming.  Of course I popped my skis off and tried to run to her (impossible to do in ski boots).

When I got there (fortunately there was a woman stopped trying to help her with a ski pole) I saw that although she wasn't easily reachable, she wasn't as far down as her screaming led me to think (YES she was scared, but she can be a bit of a drama queen -- I wonder where she gets it?).  So I jumped down to her to pull her out, undid her skis and had her walk back up the mountain on my body, pushed her booty up until she could stretch her arms up for 2 people (someone else showed up) to pull her up.  I sent her skis up and then tried to climb out myself.  It was very hard to do, as I kept sinking into the snow.  I did have to get help from the woman (God bless her!) and the man who showed up later (and him too!) or I would have had a lot of snow packed inside my clothing...

Oh, and that's not all, before that ordeal I found a boy on the mountain who had lost his dad.  He was crying so hard, yet didn't stop anyone to ask for help, just kept standing there looking up the hill as if he was waiting on someone.  Fortunately I stopped to ask him a question (he *had* been there a very long time) and when he answered I saw he was crying and had been for a while.  I called his mom and had to leave a message and Murphy's law, she called me back right when I was trying to hoist our daughter out of the mess she was in, all tangled up in her skis, snow and a tree.

Oh, and even before that, sometime between finding the boy and the downhill adventure, I was coming down this little trail, but because I didn't notice this small little, but high enough jump, I lost control.  Not only did I lose it, but I ran smack into a woman who fell pretty hard by the edge of the mountain, her cell phone flying into the snow...  Funny enough, it was the same woman who later stopped to help my baby...

I know, it all sounds crazy, but it's late, I am dying to go to bed and I have reallllly bad pains in my stomach.  Ok, so I have gas and I'm going off to fart.

Which reminds me, dinner tonight was fabulous (have the African Black Ruff, trust me you won't mind all the farting afterwards, just make sure you sleep with someone who really loves you).

G

Oh, and curling is just NOT a sport.  Snowball fighting is more of a sport that curling.