Musings of an irreverent blonde girl

You know how there are times or experiences in life that you look back on and think to yourself that you felt literally the happiest that you've ever felt?  I feel like we all have these. Summer Camp was one of those for me.  Another one was Ski House. When I think about Ski House now, it is with a deep sense of nostalgia, even though these experiences only happened a few years ago.  Yet, there was something about this period of about 5 years, each winter, that fulfilled every concept that I understand as true happiness.  Reminiscing about Ski House now makes me feel quite sad, because it's one of those situations that simply cannot be repeated - like anything great and worth remembering. I would like to share it with you. Let's talk about the 3 hour ride up to ski house with Greg and Danielle Stamm in the XTerra. The ride would always begin with a text message indicating at what hour I could expect the Stamms to show up outside my door in Brighton.  I'...

I watched the Nancy and Tonya documentary last night and was completely sucked in.  I even followed it up by watching some other documentary called 30 for 30 or something like that on Netflix about the same situation only completely from Tonya's point of view. There was a point during the documentary where I was watching Tonya perform her gold medal performance at worlds; the one where she landed the first women's triple axel in competition, and I thought suddenly, "Tonya Harding couldn't do that now."  Now, Tonya Harding lives in some town somewhere and is a landscape architect.  They had a whole segment where they showed her chainsawing down trees and she was like, "I'm completely happy with my life.  I like working with my hands!"  She was overweight and pasty and had just awful clothes.  They showed her singing karaoke at a bar and she sounded absolutely horrible, which also made me seriously question Tonya Harding's personal judgement in th...

Hi Guys, So, Annette wrote me a message that says that she desires a new blog post.  I know.  It's been a while. It makes me feel so special to know that Annette desires to hear what's going on in my head, and, since it's a nice day and since I'm super sore from my bike ride yesterday, I'm going to sit on my back porch and write something. This blog post is about being Hot. However, before I go off on that controversial subject, I'd like to make the following stream-of-consciousness observations. 1) I just tested the tire pressure on my bike tires and it turns out that I rode 16 miles yesterday on flat tires.  No wonder it was torture.  It makes me realize what it is to be a newbie at a sport.  Like, when I go skiing, I have all of the right gear.  I know what to pack.  I know how to put it  on.  I know how to take care of my equipment.  When it comes to biking, I am an IDIOT.  Clearly.  It took me 15 minutes yesterday ...