The alarm screeched at me way too early on Thursday morning at 5:30am. I instantly sprang out of bed, because despite the fact that I didn’t crawl into bed until 12:30am, my adrenaline kicked up and I was flying around getting ready for a fabulous day of fun!
My daughter’s Grade 5 class was going to skiing. I wasn’t going to pass up an opportunity to snowboard. I signed up for group and private lessons, I am determined to learn this sport if it kills me. We had to be at the school at 6:20am. We arrived at 6:18am. I was so freakn’ proud of myself that I was on time for once in my life.
I boarded the bus happily because I knew I could sleep on the way down. My body was protesting and grumbling because I had gotten so little sleep. I sat down beside a lady who used to be my friend until I pissed her off and hurt her feelings over something I said. Since she has never told me exactly what I said or did that pissed me off and she is civil with me but refuses to be my close friend. I did offer a blanket apology over hurting her feelings, but if she’s going to act all stupid like women do and not tell me exactly what I did, it’s kinda hard to be more specific on my apology.
I really hate women. They suck. I don’t get along with the majority of them because they are so freakn’ sensitive. May seem bitchy, but I don’t have time for people who take offense at the stupid things I say or do. I’m very upfront and blunt with people if they annoy me or piss me off. She had done both so I told her to not act like a child and not ruin my party. I suppose I should have handled the situation better, but I’ve cut ties with anyone who can’t talk to me like an adult. I refuse to walk on egg shells around anyone, if anyone has a problem with my behavior, frankly I don’t give a damn. They either learn to adjust to my craziness or they stop being my friend.
So after a superficial conversation with her, I was falling asleep listening to her babble. I was only half listening and my ‘uh huh’s’ were starting to drawl. I cuddled into my blanket, put my knees on the seat in front of me and fell asleep. I was sitting on the outside and did not have a very restful sleep nor did I fall asleep into a deep sleep. Just one of those annoying light ones.
We arrived at the hill, I helped Laura get all her gear and made sure she made it to her lessons. I reminded her to have fun. Ryan bribed her and gave her $50 to go skiing. Ridiculous, but it worked, she was there. I was really hoping that the day would be great for her, she’d learn more and enjoy herself.
The day was beautiful. The mountains were all around us and the weather was very nice. I had dressed in 5 layers, expecting it to be -13C, but surprisingly it felt like +2C. The sun peeked out from behind the clouds and stayed around for the entire day.
My group lesson sucked. I didn’t learn anything new until the last run down. He was teaching us how to link our turns. We practiced it once, then the lesson was over. So stupid. We spent most of the time waiting to go on the magic carpet. We did a total of 5 runs down the little bunny hill. I was so pissed. If I would have known it would suck rotten eggs that badly I would have just gotten myself private lessons for the morning as well.
Grumbly over the fact that I didn’t learn anything new I went to grab something to eat from the cafeteria. After paying way to much for a gross turkey sandwich ($11) and m&m’s I sat by a couple other friends who were parent supervisors as well. I sat with them instead of the lady I sat with on the bus cuz I knew I could talk trash with them and they would laugh at my sarcasm. After eating 1/2 of the revolting sandwich that tasted like cardboard I chased it down with lots of water and got all my stuff ready to go out on the hill again. They invited the lady over after a few stares from her to our table. They didn’t like her all that much either, but they felt the need to include her. How nice. I was off to snowboard so I didn’t care what they did. As she comes over she shoots me a dirty look. Good frackn’ grief. I really hate immature women. Psycho, is all I could think as I tossed on my helmet and quickly retreated outside.
I stuck to the green circles because I still hadn’t figured out how to link my turns… let alone turn where I wanted to go. I could go down the hill, but just on the heel or toe edge.
I boarded for an hour, falling on my arse at least 2 times down the hill each time I went down. At 1pm I sauntered over to the private lesson area, met my instructor and we were off to the hill I was going down. Horray, no bunny hill for me now! 
He was from New Zealand and just so uber nice. Patience of Job that guy. He was an amazing snowboarder. He would hold my hands as I was going down backwards on the hill and he talk me through turns. He had to catch me a few times. He was really supportive, encouraging and so nice. I would be killing myself laughing everytime I kissed it. He would come over all worried and concerned I was hurt. It amused me greatly. I was always fine each time. I was learning so much and he was helping me improve very quickly.
The funniest part of the day was when we were coming down the hill and there’s a part where there’s a sharp 90 degree corner with a wood fence that blocks it off so you don’t go crashing down to the trail down below. HA! Well, I come flying down the hill and head straight for the wood. I was trying so hard to turn my knee, my body and my head to look at the opposite direction I was heading, but to no avail. I couldn’t turn. I smoked into the fence. There were wide slots in the fence and I tried to grab onto the fence to stop myself from going through, but my board kept going so I just let go and just went from the fence to the other trail on the other side. Everyone on the chair lift was howling with laughter over the antics they just witnessed. I just fell on my butt to stop my decent any further. I stood up, turned to the people on the chair lift and flexed my muscles at them grinning and laughing. I bowed. I was so proud of my stunt.
My instructor follows me thorugh the fence and his face is full of concern. After a flood of ‘Are you ok? Are you hurt?”, he relaxes a bit.
“Geez, I thought I had to call ski patrol up here to take you down the hill cuz one of my students hurt themselves. I’m glad you’re ok.” He sighs in relief.
I’m howling with laughter over my stupidness. After reassuring him a bunch more times that nothing was broken and I was fine, I ask him what I did wrong. He explains what I did. He explains what I need to do and then he grabs my hands to make sure I don’t go flying into the trees right beside us as we make our way down the hill. When he let go, I flew down the hill and made 3 perfect links until I came to a controlled stop where he told me to. I was so proud of myself. After that I was going down the hill linking my turns. He was overjoyed over my progress and so was I.
I’m never, ever going to do group lessons ever again. Private lessons are the only way to go and I don’t care how much it costs, I’m always doing private lessons no matter what I decide to learn. I just absorbed everything he said. When I crashed I would ask him what I did wrong. He was very patient and would explain what I did, why I crashed and how to avoid making the same mistake next time. The lesson lasted for 1 1/2 and it seemed to fly by. After the lesson I had only 30 min before I had to head back to the lodge and back to the bus.
On the bus I managed to score 2 seats all to myself. I was exhausted. I curled up on the two seats, snuggled into my blanket and was out like a light in 5 seconds. I awoke once we got back to school.
Fabulous. Just a fabulous day! I asked Laura if she had fun skiing with her friends. She said yes, but then began to down play it once I asked her to come to Sunshine with me on Monday. She didn’t want to go again. I just can’t figure that girl out. She’s so odd. I tried to convince her of the fun, but she wouldn’t have anything to do with it, so I dropped it. After we got home, I dropped the kids off at Ryan’s work (it was 6:00pm) and took Laura into Calgary for a movie. We went to see Pink Panter 2. Hilarious. Stupid slapstick comedy. Steve Martin at his best. The stupid love story they injected didn’t piss me off like it normally would, maybe because I was so tired, but probably because I was constantly giggling at Martin’s funniness. He’s a comedy genius.
I’m excited for Monday! It’s going to be +8C, sunny, beautiful and perfect for snowboarding. It’s snowing now and will snow for the next 3 days straight. At least I have 3 days to get over the soreness. At least I’m not as sore as the first time I went snowboarding. I’m going to sign up for more lessons at Sunshine and just go have fun with my friend Shauna. She rocks! She can make me laugh like no one else can. She’s such a riot! It will be a blast snowboarding with her, her son and Josh.
I just hope to get over the soreness by then. Friday was a horrible day. I was cranky and very subdued on Friday because I was tired, sore and had forgotten about the kids Valentines day parities. Bleh. I ran around all day scrambling to do all the things that I should have done Thursday night. I took a nap at noon, but it didn’t help. I was still exhausted. I went to Ryan’s work and quietly did my work. The guys were all confused that the bubbly, crazy me wasn’t around. I wasn’t mean, just very subdued. It threw them for a loop. They kept asking me if I was ok. I told them I was tired, sore and cranky and to leave me alone so I can suffer in silence. They kept coming around to try to make me laugh. I would give them my polite smile or just say, ‘that’s funny.’ No hard belly laugh or craziness came from me today. They were so confused. Heh. I should have just stayed home. People are just beside themselves when I don’t act my bubbly self. It’s so frustrating for me. I should have stayed in bed and slept, but I wanted money so I came in. I need sleep. I hope I can sleep most of the day tomorrow.
Valentines Day is tomorrow. Bleh. I hate this holiday. I’m not looking forward to tomorrow. It’s just going to blow just like every single year. Arg. Stupid lovey dovey holidays. 