Not that there have been any weekday updates in a while but I am hoping to fix that because it’s broke.
Things have taken a decidedly different direction in things which makes things feel better yet not. I know that doesn’t make a lot of sense but it does if you know, what it is I’m talking about as you probably don’t none of that makes a bit of sense. But trust me it does.
This was the mega graduation party weekend … not that the party was all that mega but it was for 5 graduates and family so it was mega in it’s honorees. One of the honorees is my daughter, Doodle as the regular readership knows her and those who know her know her. I choose not to use the names because that is the style in which I write and once I’m done posting on the social networking site I’ll still be posting on the other places, or at least as long as they are options. This is not about that.
So the mega party was a lot of fun
Doodle was picking on her one cousin we’ll call him the Tiny because he isn’t tiny. Doodle decides that it will be funny to swipe some icing and smear it on his face. Tiny is about six foot four and probably 250 maybe a bit more… Doodle is a full foot shorter and 140 pounds lighter. She hits him in the face with the icing. Now he looks around and sees that her uncle, the Other One, my brother, is miming push her face in the cake.
Well you can imagine that when a 5 foot not much more than nothing just over a buck cheerleader is having her face pushed toward a cake by a 6 foot plus nearly 300 pound football lineman the outcome is going to be that the cheerleader is eating more cake than she wants.
So Doodle resisted the hand pushing her toward the cake in maybe about a fourth of the strength that Tiny could muster. Doodle gets out Oh no Please don’t. Half power and …
SMOOSH
Her face slid in slow-motion into the cake.
For Doodle’s refrain from being slashes across the internet sake there are probably a few stills of the aftermath but none of the actual sinking into the cake.
She took it very well and laughed it off in good fashion.
That was the big excitement of the party, but it was a good time seeing many of the family again for a celebration of life and achievement.
The next day we did some hiking the next day on the ski mountain. In which I nearly busted my ass … well I’ll let you decide if I busted my ass or not
We, Doodle, Wildcat (because she Kentucky fan) and I, were walking down trail with an extremely steep grade (gradient) I’m not sure what the gradient fall is but it is a double black diamond in winter. It’s steeper than any of us are happy with about a quarter of the way down and there is a mountain bike trail off to the side which is a series of switchbacks dropping about 60 to 80 feet in each full turn.
The trail on the switchbacks is not loose rock, dirt, leaves, mud and some free flowing water runoff.
On one of these my feet slip and I go down but not all the way I twist, slide forward, turn, and finally put my left hand down and keep my rear, ass, arse, butt, other names you prefer, from hitting the ground.
Now I say I slipped and nearly busted my ass. But not a complete fail.
Doodle says I busted it
Now who is right did I bust my ass or not?
I am basing my opinion that I didn’t bust my ass because my butt and no part of my pants touched the ground.
She is basing hers in that I fell and stopped moving. To be fair in her assessment if you don’t know rules of Sumo… not that I am sumo size, but the rules in this sport are any part of the body which is not the soles of the feet that touch the ground is a fall.
My palm was flat on the ground and half covered in mud.
I’ll accept what ever verdict if any is given by more than ten people
To shame everyone on the hike stunt boy and his cousin (no nickname yet) ran down the mountain without falling… Ran … down a mountain… can you say Gurkha Warriors
Yeah amazement stuff there.
Played a lot of bullshit (card game) without any drinking
Took another hike later 2 miles with the other one and his spouse
Then before leaving stacked about a full cord of firewood. A cord is four foot high, by four foot wide by eight foot in length. I say about a full cord because I did not measure it later and it’s not my fire wood.
The other one and I chatted about how much we enjoyed this chore growing up. Um so you know we actually didn’t enjoy that chore growing up. But I did learn when I was a teen why I think the Norse men wore the braids in their hair. Mainly to keep the errant strands of hair from sticking to your face while you are working. This is rather irritating as any person with long hair will tell you. I did however enjoy stacking this cord of wood. Mainly because I viewed it as a workout and not work.
Stuntboy decided to work some in the restaurants which was fine he made some cash and may want to get a job at some point soon. Unfortunately the only place he can work right now is for family businesses. Thankfully for him, everyone in his family other than me, works in a family owned business.
Hmmm…. I do have a few ideas but no money to start it up. I’m a gonna be looking for some.
In other news…
Because I like sad music doesn’t make me a sad person
Why shouldn’t I look and other responses to phrases which inspire self confidence …????
That’s all for now other stuff tomorrow, have a great day and play nice in the neighborhood.
Ciao,
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