I love the spectacle of the Winter Olympic Games, yet I don't envy the lives of the athletes. I don't want to be any of those people. No snow, no ice, no contraptions for me. (Have you noticed that winter sports are contraption-intensive?) This week, I have wanted to be this person and this one (not Julia Stiles, Kay Hanley) and I would totally steal the identity of Fluid Pudding, but I don't wish I could be a figure skater or a bobsledder or a Flying Tomato. I've been skiing three times in my life and I could go forever without making it an even four. Except, darn it, I have this husband, Not Don, and three kids and we're going skiing at spring break. I'm hoping I can get a doctor's note so I don't have to participate. I still have flashbacks of floundering on my back in the snow with my skis tangled in the orange plastic fencing. So don't worry, Lindsey Vonn. I don't plan to steal your identity or your medal, even if I could.
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I am SO "there" with you on the skiing. I look cute in my little "outfit" (or whatever they call it) (we'll call that "A") but it's all agonyofdefeat from "B" to "Z" after that. (Did you know that if you sit on the little bar thing the entire ski lift stops and you ruin everyone's day?! Well, that's what "everyone" told me.) Oops.
But, do you still have your purple ski outfit?!?!
And if you don't want to, then don't. I find that whenever I try something that I am not particularly interested in (ex. scuba diving), then the whole experience goes south pretty quickly.
Read, sip cocoa, and enjoy the snowy landscape.
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