Wow, what a great day!!

Alas, no pictures again.  But it was WAY too cold to take pictures anyway.  My fingers would have frozen to the camera.

We played hooky today.  (That is such a strange word.  Hooky.  I mean seriously.  What the heck does it really mean?  Sort of like ‘hooker.’  I was told the other night at dinner that ‘hookers’ were women who followed General Hooker around.  Sort of like the very first groupies.  Only I think they did more than just hang around backstage, if you get my drift.  Wow, talk about a digression.)

Back to the day.  How about in plain Queen’s English?  We didn’t have school.  (Don’t tell anyone.  Like the truant officer or someone like that.)  Instead, we went skiing!!!  Woo hoo hooo hoo hooooooo!  And it was great let me tell you.

Though I spent most of my time chasing after the little brown blur (new snowsuit…last year I chased a pink blur), trying to keep up.  And I can ski mind you.  I’m not that old and decrepit.  But I could NOT keep up with her.  And yes, for those of you concerned, she was wearing her helmet.  Me too actually.  Though I sort of argued with the guy at the ski shop a few weeks ago about the necessity of a helmet.  I mean really.  I grew up skiing.  We never wore helmets.  Heck, I don’t even know if helmets existed back then.  OK, OK.  I’m not that old.  The ski racers wore helmets.  And the bobsledders.  Anyway, he sort of derisively snorted and said “we here ALL wear them when we ski.”  And me, wanting to not be too much of an idjit, and wanting to fit in with the Steamboat ski bum crowd, said, in my most lemming-esque style “oh gee…well…then…I guess it might be a good idea to be safe and all.”  You know, saving face by modeling good, safe behavior for the little daredevil I live with.  Sheesh.

ANYHOO.  The snow was PERFECT, fresh powder even in the afternoon.  Just a mite bit chilly with that fierce wind.  Even the frozen fingers and toes couldn’t convince the daredevil to stop.  And instead of heading to the lodge (as was the plan on the chairlift put forth by the popsicle of a mommy), the little imp made a beeline for the lift line and was halfway to the chair before I could stop her!!!  She, of course, thought it was hilarious and when I told her that I was cold and wanted to stop, she looked at me and said “I’m sorry.  That’s too bad.  But you’ll just have to deal with it.”

Taste of my own medicine methinks.  Ha ha ha.  But a fun day nonetheless and I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.

(A link to an OLD, old song by Ronnie Milsap.  Humor me.)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mO0-n7Ot0_o

“I’m glad for all the good times, you’ve brought me so much sunshine….I wouldn’t have missed if for the world, wouldn’t have missed lovin’ you girl, you’ve made my whole life worthwhile….with your smile.  I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.”

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(Pictures from March 2013 skiing.  Note no helmet on the momster.)

About madranchwife

Mother, Mad Ranchwife(as in--at times-- crazy, nutso, loco, off-my-rocker insane), Veterinarian, Physical Therapist, "Liberal, pinko, gay-loving, Subaru-driving Socialist" (as I've been called), proud to be a totally tree-huggin', climate change believin', granola girl environmentalist, ObamaGirl, Pro-Choice (don't even get me started here...), and in my younger days a feminist vegetarian as a result of time spent at CU Boulder (this lasted approximately 14 months, until all the Jimmy Buffett I was listening to caused me to crave a cheeseburger). Now I just get pleasure out of swimming against the stream and ruffling a few feathers here in the wild west state of Wyoming!
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