...not sure where to begin describing my mood, but after just spending the last hour and half singing and talking myself to sleep, it feels really good to finally have fallen asleep. So now I have been reading a little bit (...how Tupac got shot on Wikipedia...and how Heath Ledger apparently mixed the wrong drugs on New York Times)...a good time to look for instant gratification and clean up my mess from playing earlier and add a few favorites to my Ipod playlist...a green bottle nearby...but then again, I'm way too young to drink...so before I get lost in more ramblings let me get to the point of the matter: SugarMountain! We spend last weekend with 10 adults and 4 kids in the most fabulous place my Dad has rented yet. I mean this place was unbelievable. It slept 13, had four bedrooms, two game rooms, one of those with a ping pong table...I had never known how good of a ping pong player my daddy was, and how long he can keep at it, especially the first night.
We woke up to pancakes and eggs made to order - I just love it when my dad gets that smile on his face when he's making eggs one by one for everyone who wants some. Besides Mom everybody else also never seems to get the point of it, but I think it just feels right to him. I can't wait for the moment when I will be making two eggs sunny side up for him. Soon thereafter we all raced to the slopes and Mommy signed up for a snowboard class and everybody just had a grand old time. We went back to play at the fabulous house while Mommy changed group lessons to private lessons and got a hang of it very quickly. The personal trainer kept on saying: You are so athletic!!! but then I guess she actually had paid him for that. We all met back up at the slopes after my little sis had taken her nap, and Mommy and Daddy traded Jackets so that Daddy could at least get a couple of runs in. Boy, he later said that those rides felt like being on top of the world. We then hurried back to the fabulous house, and the clubhouse actually sported a heated pool and overheated whirlpool, that most of us couldn't bypass. A big spaghetti dinner and a few cold ones among friends rounded up a wonderful day.
The next morning Daddy was in a frantic "looking for the lost key" mode, and he never quite grasped how it could be that the key didn't like usually get lost in his oh so big bag. Mommy eventually found it to at least their relief on a lower part of the frame of the bed they had slept in. That part of our brain freed up again we made it back out to the slopes to go TUBING. Man, what a kick in the Ass that was. Quite a different experience from the regular slope scene. Little sis was overdue by the time we were done and we jumped into the car for a fast ride home most of which we never noticed because we were sleeping.
Can't wait to do it again. Yep
