Just in case you thought I was kidding about my narcissitic qualities…
I love to Photoshop. I don’t love the idea of people suing me over using their images. Therefore… it’s just easier to photoshop myself. Sometimes my friends after I bother them enough to be sure they don’t mind. And the occasional Johnny Depp. These are from the past week as I was lying in bed with the death. Both were taken when I was in Green Bay a few weekends ago. Yes, I am a vain little thing. =)
Saturday… ah… a day to sleep in, relax, catch up on Allure, scrapbook a few pages, and think about finishing my laundry.
Or, get dragged out of bed earlier than my liking (9am) and sit alone at the ski hill for two hours playing “ATM Machine”.
Allow me to explain. I have a little sister. She is 8 years old – 9 in May. There is a HUGE age difference bewteen us… which makes for quite an interesting relationship, but that’s another blog. Anyway, she is the little athlete. Obviously, she gets that from my step-dad’s side of the family, because as my mother and I say… our sport is spectating. Today is skiing day.
My mom works in the local university’s archives – which has an abundence of information about the mining history of the area. My step-dad is a Social Sciences professor who specializes in Iron Age something or other. If you want to get technical, they are both archeologists. Therefor, they are perfect judges for the local school’s HISTORY DAY! *throws confetti* That is also today.
My mom, I love her so, wants somebody to be at the ski hill on the off chance that said little sister becomes the human snowball and starts chasing Indiana Jones down the ski hill. I am an expert at cleaning up bodily fluids after all. So, I get to be sitting in the chalet, for two hours, with no internet, DS, coloring book, or sock puppet to keep me entertained. So, I actually am TYPING this at the ski hill… but once I finally post it, I will be long gone… ice cream bribe safely in stomach… and back to doing whatever it is I do on Saturdays.
There is a “Sno Comp” going on as well as the usual ski lessons. The local skateshop doubles as a ski/boarding shop in the winter, and it is their last winter hurrah (even though I’m fairly sure we’ll have snow until JUNE). There are lots of young, hip, cool teens and young adults dressed in their day-glo colored jackets covered in skulls and lightning bolts; standing around looking bored and disinterested as they txt in to their phones. Why don’t I look that good when I am bored and disinterested? Why doesn’t my phone flip open to show a full texting keyboard? Who seriously would by a neon orange and yellow jacket?
I’m holding court in one corner of the chalet with a big round table. Across the room is an entire wall of windows outlooking the ski hill. You can watch your little darlings as they eat the snow for the first time. Today, you can watch the young hip cool crowd as they show off for each other… and then fall flat on their asses. At least you can find them and their garish jackets in the snow… shiney phones make apperences as they all txt each other… “OMG… did you see Jake.. his neon yellow jacket does not match his green and black striped pants… he’s so hotttt”
For all of the “cool kids” here… one would think that we’d have emo rock blasting through the speakers… but instead it’s Skynard. Go figure.
