As some of you know, I once had a blog. I was the good time girl…but, alas, being a teacher, I constantly have young’uns snooping into my personal life. So, the GTG blog disappeared. But, now I’m back…from outer space…or from the comfort of my own living room, whatever. Instead of hijacking the gotshoo? whenever I want to talk to the world, I asked my dear, sweet husband to create a blog for me. So, here I am. While the gotshoo? might have a multitude of dog pictures and occasional geeky drivel, I have a command of the English language and a witty rapport (or I’ll just steal dog pics from the hubby). So, on with the show.
Despite the fact that I’m attempting to get over a sinus infection, I went sledding with Betsy and Robbie, the Heinzels and my husband last night. I haven’t been sledding since stealing pieces of cardboard from the basement of the dorm I lived in my freshman year of college and “sledding” through the tundra at Eastern. (It was more of a slip-n-slide type adventure that turned into a snowball war.) Shoo tried to keep me at home, but I wasn’t going to miss out on the fun just because of some nasty stuffy nose.
We didn’t have any sleds just sitting around, so that was our first adventure. Who knew it would be difficult to find a sled after an 11″ snow?? We went to several stores before we found $10 pieces of slippery plastic at Toys ‘R Us. We figured it was the best we were going to find, so we shelled out the $20 and headed to Passfield, where we made a few trips up and down the hill before the Betsy/Robbie/Heinzel clan arrived. Really, we were seasoned sledding veterans by the time the rest of the bunch arrived.
Note the positioning of the yeti as I sled like a pro.
Shoo impressed some teenage boys by going over the “jump” someone had carved out of the snow. He was on his stomach, and the boys figured with his “weight” he would go pretty fast. I can’t say I saw a whole lot of extra speed, but I was told it did hurt him a bit. The rest of the clan arrived, and we hit the slopes big time. The only thing that would’ve made the night of sledding better would be the puppybutts. I do believe Clancy would’ve loved a night of sledding. I have this image of Buddy and Clancy sitting comfortably on the yeti flying down the hill over the ramp. I think they would’ve had some puppy fun. Plus, it would make for some good gotshoo dog pics.
Today, not only do I feel like the yeti stomped all over my body, but I also feel like I may have had a sinus-related relapse, but I suppose that’s just the price I’ll have to pay for some sledding fun. (I’m prepared for the mother-lecture later.)
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