Chakka Brah!

I've been snowboarding for a few years now. I've gotten pretty good on the regular slopes and am now delving into the whole terrain park adventure. These are the areas where snowboarding X-games were born. There are half-pipes, rails, boxes, jumps... pretty much anything you'd find at a skateboard park.

An aside: I was always the girl who wanted to ride motorcycles, be a skateboarder, play bass in an all-boy band, be edgy and cool, but really cute all at the same time. I said I WANTED to do all these things, but never followed through, not even a bit.

Now I'm doing it at 35. Perspective is really everything for me these days and this, well this is funny as hell.

All these young kids, wearing their snowboarding pants at the bottom of their stupid asses, accessorizing with everything and anything that doesn't match, getting in my f'n way, talking like freaks and geeks and watching me drink my beer with such longing, the bitches.

I don't want to be like them. Fuck, I can't be like them - I'm too responsible, interesting and wise. But I do want their respect for some damn reason. And those times that I (seemingly risk life and limb) take those jumps, or board off the boxes and rails - no matter how hard I fall, how hard I yell "fuck" and laugh, how long it takes me to get up, I always hear some kind of "good on ya" from one of those little fuckers.

Not sure why that makes me so happy, but it does. I guess realizing that those "too cool for school" punks actually really care about what they're doing, and do it with at least a hint of humility, and care about having more women in the fold.

Or maybe they just think I'm hot...

(I just picked myself off the floor from laughing so hard)

Renaissance Woman

I can sew, crochet, knit, build stuff, make jewelry, cast metal, cook, clean, change a tire, wire an outlet, transfer images, design anything, build a website, fix some computer problems, wire my stereo system, count to ten in many languages, make my own pita bread, make children smile, make adults laugh, own up to my mistakes, solve puzzles, win video games, remember conversations verbatim, laugh at myself, win respect and influence people, tie-dye a shirt, make a pillow, grow herbs, trim marijuana, negotiate the buying of a house, not go to prison, make a wreath from things lying around my house, use panty-hose for 20 different applications, get gum out of hair and wood, make a manhatten, fix a stapler, make balloon animals, snowboard, skydive, snorkel, run a marathon...

How the hell am I not paid as much as Martha Stewart?

(oh yeah, and as Hbomb pointed out, choreograph silly dance numbers for only my crazy friends to watch...it's a good thing... can Martha do THAT?)

getting felt up

... and this blogger's January 13th entry is hilarious.

Neurontic

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