Happy Independence Day!

Happy 4th of July, friends!

I'm reporting to you from the couch, where I have been the last few days. My throat has hurt, my head is dying, I'm coughing, the whole 9 yards of what seems to be a cold. 

This is unfortunately how I've spent the last few days haha. But look at this little cuddly girl. 

A Cozy Fella

 Living here in Cali now, the weather is always the same and never very cold. Luckily I get reminders like this help me know other people are actually having ~weather~. 

Skiing Saturday

Yesterday, I’d done something I’ve never done before – skiing. I’d never really felt a desire, to be honest. I don’t understand the fun behind strapping 2 very large pieces of wood/plastic to my feet and careening down a mountain in the freezing cold snow. But Husband loves to snowboard, so after many moons, I had finally agreed to give it a go.

We went to Sundance, signed me up for an instructor, and off I went. Husband went off on his own when my lesson started, leaving me with another first-timer Jose, and our instructor, Casey. I did get this pic before he left though:

The thing I enjoyed about the ski boots is I didn’t have to hold myself up, they just sort of made me stand up, so I leaned forward here, and the boots kept me up. Then, the lesson got started. He told us basic things like, how to go, how to stop, how to do things, blah blah blah. I seemed to have a mental handicap regarding stopping – I just couldn’t do it. Even when I finally got the “wedge” going, my skis were like, haha, we’re never stopping! And I didn’t care for that. I fell every 5 minutes. I fell while standing there, I fell while trying to turn, I fell while trying to stop. After we’d been learning for about 2 hours, Casey took us to the top of the mountain, to work our way down.

Welllll…that didn’t work out at all. I panicked like crazy, since skiing TERRIFIES me, so the way I went down the mountain is, I had to go down, and I held my ski poles parallel to the ground (he told us both to go like this) and Casey skied down backwards, holding onto my poles. I wish I had a pic to show this better than I’m explaining, and still, I didn’t like this at all. Finally, we got to the bottom, where I picked up a lot of speed, and Casey just let me go down. Of course, Husband was there at this point, and caught it on camera. Here am I, coming down, and smashing into Casey:

And then, this is me, after having fallen a BILLION times, and feeling tired and frustrated, and just ready to be done.

Luckily, when we got to the bottom, the lesson was done, and I could go home. Naturally, Jose only fell about once this whole time, went down the mountain by himself, so basically, I felt like a retard who couldn’t do anything. But at least I did it one time, and while right now I don’t think I’ll ever go again, maybe ask me in a year, and my answer might be different. Today, however, with the soreness my body has, and the pain I have when I try to move certain muscles… it seems like a long time before I’ll ever go back.

It's a hazy shade of winter

I love all the seasons. For a short period of time, at least, during every season, I love it. I love spring and fall because the weather is perfect. It's not too hot, it's not too cold, it's just lovely. I love summer because its so hot, and there are so many great activities to do. Swimming, running, hiking, the list is endless. Winter is usually good too. I'm always ready for the weather to be cold, at least for a little bit, and I do like the snow. It's so pretty, and makes everything seem new and fresh.
I am so hating the cold right now though! I wasn't ready for this! I want it to still be warm! Today is actually when it hit me the most. For a few days now, things have been chilly, but manageable. For instance, at the Real game the other night, it was cold. But I combated that by wearing two jackets, a scarf, some gloves, and I had a blanket. I was ready for it, and I expected it, so it wasn't too bad.
This morning, the cold hit me like a ton of bricks. When I left my house this morning, I had on a warm-ish shirt and a jacket, I thought I'd be fine at work. I was cold for a bit, until the car heated up, but then I was good. Unfortunately, work was so cold! I couldn't figure it out-I wasn't heating up, and my hands were starting to stiffen from the cold. It wasn't until I'd been there for an hour, freezing all the while, that someone figured out the heat wasn't even on in our part of the building-the air had been on. I could not warm up all day! Not until the end of the day did I start to feel like it wasn't super cold. But then when I walked outside to go home, the cold came at me again, I wasn't expecting it to be that cold outside, for some dumb reason.
I know it's dumb to complain about the cold, especially when you live in freezing Utah, but I always hate it when I'm not expecting it. It dropped so suddenly, from being good weather to freezing. Know this-I will be wearing far more layers tomorrow. And I'm even thinking about wearing shoes other than my flip flops.