Spot Me $20 So I Can Take You Out To Lunch
My sincere apologies for posting so much this week. As if you didn’t have anything better to do. Like blog. Or push your new Easy Button. But ‘tis the end of the year and time is precious. Like a box of puppies. Crying, pooping, fuzzy puppies.
If Christmas / Holiday shopping wasn’t enough this year, I have some more sad news. You see, pretty much all through growing up, my knees have had all their working parts. In proper working order. And 8 years ago, my ACL went. And by ‘went,’ I mean it got blown the fu*k out. And some other stuff. So they made me a new one. Well, it’s happened again. I am without yet another working ACL part. Which means my ski season is done.
See, of all the things this kid knows how to do. No matter how poorly. Skiing is my best know-how-to-do, thing. I’ve been doing it since I was four. When winter comes, it’s all I know. It’s all I want to do and it’s really where I’m at my peak level of comfort. Physically. Mentally. Acrobatically. Emotionally. Visually. Perhaps. And it has been taken away from me yet once more. Alas, I shall watch the Winter Olympics with a tear in my eye. Perhaps I’ll start reading. Or maybe I’ll vacuum.
And to make things worse, Smiles will not be flying into visit me this holiday season. As was planned. A combination of additional plans and late-in-the-season bargain hunting, has led to the introduction of insanely high prices to get into Colorado. That and black-out dates for her to use her frequent flier miles. So I got her a Capital One card for Christmas. Or Martin Luther King Day. Or whenever our paths cross again.
So. As we make the trek through the great state of Kansas and into Eastern Missouri for Christmas, I will be comforted with the presence of 4 crazy family members and many Grey Gooses. This year it seems like a chore and I am not at all excited. Like Anniversary Sex when you're married.
Next week, I shall retire to the cabin way high up in the Rocky Mountains and close out the year with some close friends. And while they ski, perhaps I will snowshoe.
Ooh, and dream of the excitement that is to become of the following week. . .
I would share with you the happiness I get to experience, but I can't take you on such an emotional roller coaster ride and have you getting sick - now can I?
If Christmas / Holiday shopping wasn’t enough this year, I have some more sad news. You see, pretty much all through growing up, my knees have had all their working parts. In proper working order. And 8 years ago, my ACL went. And by ‘went,’ I mean it got blown the fu*k out. And some other stuff. So they made me a new one. Well, it’s happened again. I am without yet another working ACL part. Which means my ski season is done.
See, of all the things this kid knows how to do. No matter how poorly. Skiing is my best know-how-to-do, thing. I’ve been doing it since I was four. When winter comes, it’s all I know. It’s all I want to do and it’s really where I’m at my peak level of comfort. Physically. Mentally. Acrobatically. Emotionally. Visually. Perhaps. And it has been taken away from me yet once more. Alas, I shall watch the Winter Olympics with a tear in my eye. Perhaps I’ll start reading. Or maybe I’ll vacuum.
And to make things worse, Smiles will not be flying into visit me this holiday season. As was planned. A combination of additional plans and late-in-the-season bargain hunting, has led to the introduction of insanely high prices to get into Colorado. That and black-out dates for her to use her frequent flier miles. So I got her a Capital One card for Christmas. Or Martin Luther King Day. Or whenever our paths cross again.
So. As we make the trek through the great state of Kansas and into Eastern Missouri for Christmas, I will be comforted with the presence of 4 crazy family members and many Grey Gooses. This year it seems like a chore and I am not at all excited. Like Anniversary Sex when you're married.
Next week, I shall retire to the cabin way high up in the Rocky Mountains and close out the year with some close friends. And while they ski, perhaps I will snowshoe.
Ooh, and dream of the excitement that is to become of the following week. . .
I would share with you the happiness I get to experience, but I can't take you on such an emotional roller coaster ride and have you getting sick - now can I?
