Yes, I am alive! Barely. Our extended trip to Crested Butte was nothing short of blissful and restful…until Hurricane Hadley arrived on Friday with the in-laws. A teething Hurricane Hadley. All aforementioned rest was replaced by all-nighters tending to a howling Hurricane. Despite the tempestuous conditions, our little vacation was one of my all-time favorites, of which I shall expound upon at a later time. And I have even begun reading a 400-page novel. Me. The woman who doesn’t have time to read more than three consecutive pages at a time. I think I’ll go into withdrawals when I conform back to normal life.
One thing I need to comment on is my alter-ego’s (Lindsey Jacobellis) Olympic debut. At first I thought we only shared the same hair. Until I saw her perform in the final match of the Snowboard Cross. I then knew that we live parallel existences. I marveled as she pummelled the competition on her way to victory and Olympic history (not to mention big-buck endorsements.) When, mere moments away from the finish line and her cash cow, she decided to show off to the crowd, only to wipe out. In front of millions. This is something that would happen to me. To add insult to wipe-out, to then have little miss Swiss Miss cruise on by to claim the gold. Ouch!
The big news of the day is it’s my birthday! I’m not anti-birthdays but just don’t approach them with the same alacrity I once did. Especially since I can’t remember how old I am half the time anymore. To celebrate, I straightened my hair. Yippee. Hadley looked at me perplexed, probably wondering why I put the effort in curling hers, which painfully squeals out in protest every time it spots a curling iron (I blame the Jamie genes.) Haddie and I are hitting story-time this morning, lunch with Grandma and then dinner at the Cheesecake Factory tonight with the rest of the clan. It should be an enjoyable day of gluttony. Too bad Hadley didn’t get the sleep-through-the-night-birthday-gift memo. Better luck next year.