Those Summer Days

Woohoo! We went sledding today. Some friends of ours have this amazing hill, so we try to keep on their good side at all times ;) Actually, we were there for world view studies. But when the book work was done and thrown out the window we wrapped up on our winter-wear and prepared for an adventure. My appearance had improved from last times sports pants, cowboy boots, and corduroy coat. This time I had my black coat and boots and jeans on, so you can rest at ease. Anyway, so we arrive at the top of this hill. Really the hill is the whole front yard. The center of the front yard is the bottom of the hill that encircles a huge tree. Having a tree at the bottom makes things just plain exciting.

We chose to start from the driveway. They had installed their own ramp half way down the slope. At first, I opted to avoid that extra bit of air. But the hill wouldn't have it that way. About my third time down, I realized my sled was headed toward that little ramp--but from an angle. I bailed. After I shook the snow out of my shirt, I firmly decided that I should just get if over with because I knew I was going to do it eventually. So I wrote my will and said a teary goodbye on my parent's answering machine. Then I tightened my boots and placed myself in the red sled (I thought it would be better if I used a sled that was already red--don't want to ruin someone else's sled). I inched forward, I'm purty sure my life was in slow motion there for a sec, but that could have been because I was on gravel and sleds don't go very fast on gravel. Once I got past the gravel, I began my swift descent toward a sure destructive end. I should pause to tell you that I was wearing my new scarf and hat, so I was feeling purty super--but you should know that that has nothing to do with the story and I'm only putting that info in there because it adds to the drama because you are probably wanting me to get on with my tale. Well, guess what, I might not finish. How would you like that? We're getting purty far off subject here and here's where the choose your own adventure comes in. If you want to hear what happened read the section marked "A". If you don't care and you think that this story is dumb and that you would rather waste your time elsewhere read the part marked "B". Thank you for playing!

A) I'm purty sure my mouth was open because it ended up full of dirty snow. Let me tell you how that happened. About three feet from the ramp I started screaming. But NO! I wouldn't bail again! The tip of the sled started up the ramp, the middle and then the back! Purty soon I didn't have anything under me, except that red sled. And little ol' me decides to let go of that. *slaps forehead* Now that my sled wasn't below me, I was just excepting the inevitable pain that would come next. However, just beyond the shoot there was a pile of fall's leaves covered in snow. My knees were soon plowing through those leaves--let me tell you they didn't smell so hot. The snow that was being flung back at my face was going straight into my mouth. Icky! When I finally came to a stop, I heard only silence. No, that wasn't silence that was the distinct sound of laughter. And it was mine. You know, it's hard to laugh with dirty snow in your mouth! I tried that ramp several times more. I finally got the hang of not letting go of that sled. Then then then!!! Mister came home from work and he pulled us around on the huge innertube with the fourwheeler. IT WAS GREATNESS!!!!

B) Well, your lose I guess. You go continue your life, forever subconsciously wondering what happened.

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When one is really tired, one should not be the first to pray during family worship. Not only will one miss the rest of the prayers, but one's family will talk about one while one is sleeping. And when one wakes up, one will feel really embarrassed.

I'm just plain worn out. Some of you know some reasons that contribute to this fatigue. For those of you that don't, all I can say now is that it involves some shoulders, a helicopter, a tall stranger of a male, a question, and a rejection. Wow, I could write the backs of novels!! Or a Lemony Snicket book (so sad). Also, a contributing factor could be working twelve extra hours this week, but that's not even worth mentioning.

Tonight is my last night of vacation, I'm going to enjoy it!