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Yet another posting that I neglected to post. This one documents my weekend ski trip to Crystal Mountain with my brothers and a horde of their friends. It was quite the adventure!

February 7, 2009

Day One:

Snow Report: Crap. As of last night it was raining. 

Lodging Report: Considering that I’m rooming with 11 guys, surprisingly good. The garage remodeled into a bunkhouse with a big screen tv, pool table, foosball table and queen-size bunk-beds is a nice touch. 

Food Report: Excellent – I give Jerry’s open face sandwiches with mash potatoes five stars.

Day Two:

Snow Report: Well, it’s stopped raining. We got a “dusting” of snow last night. The nice part is it’s sunny which as turned the ice into a grainy powder (better than no powder at all). As my friend so eloquently put it, “Skiing is like pizza; even when it’s bad it’s still pretty good.” 

Lodging Report: The bunkhouse has not saved me from the realities of living with 11 guys. I’ve heard more bodily noises in the past 24hrs than I care to document. The place is starting to smell like boys – in other words, the inside of sweaty gym sock. I need a shower. 

Food Report: Once again the men have outdone themselves with the fixing of a mean spaghetti sauce. Meat, tomatoes, mushrooms with a plethora of spices spells mmm,mmm goooooood.


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Okay, I had to post this entry that has been sitting in my draft box since Christmas just because it made me laugh when I looked back over it.


There’s nothing like being home for the holidays. That is unless you find yourself snowed in with your mom and dad, three dogs, and dial-up as your only communique with the outside world. This could be compared to a week long trip to the dentist. Sadly, I had one of those too while here — not a week long, mind you, but thankfully, it lasted only an hour. You know the folks are starting to get on your last nerve when you consider a brutal teeth cleaning a chance get away and unwind. Thanks Dr. Swenson! You bought me a few hours of  non-family time.

Truth be told, I love my folks. And I purposely left Seattle two days earlier than I’d planned in order to beat the snow storm and guarantee my arrival at the family farm in time for Christmas. The promise of my mom’s homemade cookies and buttermilk waffles, spending evenings sipping scotch with my dad and warming my bum next to the pot-belly stove provided all the motivation I needed. And I wasn’t disappointed. I arrived in Port Angeles with only a slight delay in my departure from Seattle due to spinning my car into the ditch next to my house. Apparently all that transferring power from the wheels that slip to the wheels that grip on Subarus only works on TV, not on a sheet of sleet and ice going down a hill while attempting to stop at the stop sign. But no worries, I managed to use the ditch to stop me before another car did. After taking a quick assessment of my bumper and realizing I’d only taken out a few small shrubs, I got back out on the road with the remains of a blackberry bush clinging to my license plate like a well-earned battle scar.

I managed to beat the winter storm by about an hour. I had enough time to unload my gear, be trampled by my parents’ 125 lb dog, JD, and piddled on by their 12 lb wiener dog, Pepper, before the first snow flakes began to fall. My dog Scout was ecstatic about the snow. She ran around snapping at the air and chasing her tail to display her complete abandon of all seriousness in exchange for the winter wonder fun. I admit, at first, I was pretty ecstatic about the snow too. After all, what’s more perfect than a white Christmas? This was before I realized the ramifications of such snow. As the next few hours passed and the snow piled up on the porch outside the kitchen window I became increasingly aware of my situation like a scuba diver running low on oxygen. When my brothers called from Portland and informed us that they couldn’t make the drive up to Port Angeles because the roads were too dangerous, the reality of my situation became suddenly clear. I was about to be snowed in with my parents for an undisclosed amount of time. Suddenly I was finding it hard to breath.

Despite the fact I was snowed in with my parents for three days, I did manage to enjoy parts of my time there. I went sledding. I had snowball fights with the dogs. Ok, it was more like throwing snowballs at the dogs and then running away before my dog Scout could tackle me. And even though I felt a bit stifled by my mom’s constant mothering, I managed to escape into the woods and fields around my parents’ house and capture some amazing photos. Christmas morning still rang of joyful reminders of childhood with waffles smothered in peanut butter and Mrs Butterworth’s syrup, a pot of coffee filling the kitchen with its rich aroma, and my dad fiddling with his camera, cursing the flash for not working while my mom and I stood by laughing knowing in all these years he’s never gotten it to work. Yes, there are still moments of perfection in this imperfect world and I am thankful for them.

Blessings to all this Christmas season.

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Hmm, apparently I’ve been silent far too long again. Maybe I just don’t like to talk. Makes for a great blog.
However, if one were to peer into my “drafts” box you’d see I’ve been quite busy starting entries and then being such a perfectionist that I never actually post them. Is that perfectionism or just the inability to follow through with most projects that aren’t tied to a grade, a pay check, or an obligation to someone? Basically, if it’s a project solely for me it tends to get pushed by the wayside. I’m sure that says something about me, but I’m so sick of analyzing myself at this point that I really don’t care to even venture a guess. Ok, maybe a guess. No. Resist sifting through all the psych class lectures that are running through my mind and pretend I’ve never heard of “Gloria”. Yeah, unless you’re in my Therapeutic Perspectives class you’re not gonna get that. It’s okay, I spend much of my time in a state of confusion and have found that I can fake understanding really well if I just nod every now and then and say “Hmmm, yes, I understand.” People buy it.
Anyway, all this to say, I can’t sleep and thought I’d actually post something to my “blog” which for the longest time has been impersonating a blank screen.

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So, I’ve had this blog set up for well over a month now and have written exactly zero posts…not counting this one, of course. I attribute this to my perfectionist personality which keeps me deleting and rewriting until the wee hours of the morning until I’m left with a word (usually the), and the fact that my occasional self-centered fears convince me that EVERYONE will read this post, ultimately decide I’m of little value to the internet community, laugh heartily at my attempts, and witness WordPress banning me from their site due to falling numbers. Inevitably the internet would break down due to my influence, anarchy would ensue, I’m pretty sure 80’s bangs would come back into fashion, and I’d be left feeling a little guilty. Self-absorption is a harsh mistress.

All humor – or attempts at such – aside, the truth is I’ve been silent far too long. In waiting for the perfect words I have lost my words all together. And what sort of life is that, except a half life (I think I’m quoting a movie now). But frankly, a half life just won’t do. Not anymore. I would rather risk sounding foolish from time to time and live as me than to remain the sleeping shadow of other people’s opinions. So laugh, cry, criticize, praise and rage. I prefer it. That said, um, welcome to my blog and enjoy!

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