SNOW!
Well, I just returned from a visit to Lake Tahoe. A very fun but tiring visit. On the way there we took a short cut *ties in with later point* that ended up only taking us out of our way by an hour or so. We stopped for lunch and found out we were an hour north of Sacramento, when my dad kept telling us to keep an eye out for it...We ended up finding a new road to take across so we were fine. It was extremely foggy most of the way, and it was during that time that we were taking the long cut.
We arrive at Moose cabin (Bonnie and Joe's cabin they let us use) and let everyone out. Our dog, Chuddly, does not know what to do with the snow but keeps jumping on it. We shovel the stairs. The driveway was clear since it had not snowed in Lake Tahoe area for two weeks before we arrived. We then carry everything into the cabin and send the little ones out to play. Of course, we did not check to make sure they had snow gear on...so when they showed up a while later, everything they had on was wet. We strip them down and throw everything by the fire, and bundle them up in snow gear and send them out again.
My dad, having just gotten back from China was still having jet lag. We had picked him up on our way to Tahoe, ended up leaving at 7 in the morning...meaning my mom got me up at 5:30 am...uggghhh...and I had been up IMing Jared until 1:30 am. So my dad layed down and pretended to be awake and I went downstairs to my room...that I was sharing with my two little sisters...three of us in a queen size bed...it was...tight...and when I got there...I called Jared back..and talked...for..um...a while. Then I walked upstairs...climbed on the couch next to my dad...and fell asleep until dinner was served...making it hard for him to get up being that I was lying on his chest. :-D
After dinner...we read Sugar Creek, a story of a red-haired, barefoot boy and then headed to bed. Well, sorta. I get in bed with my feather comforter, as does Rebecca and Raquel. We barely fit...but that's ok. Then the house is so hot that no one can sleep...and we are all laying on top our blankets. I talk to Sarah and Jared and get yelled at for using the cell minutes too much. And I try to go to sleep. I was not feeling well most the night, and Raquel woke me..."I need to use the bathroom" "ok, go ahead" Later... "I need to blow my nose" "ok, go ahead" "Rachel, I am having a bloody nose" "ok...um...oh, get in the bathroom!" So, I help her with that. And fall exhaustedly to sleep.
The next day I get yelled at for sleeping in...for crying out loud it was 9 am! ugh. I walk upstairs quite a bit later. My dad gets me into a game of scrabble...and I am like not even awake yet. My mom makes me hashbrowns and hot chocolate...yeah, my mom knows how to make me happy. The end score was my dad with 140 and me with a little over 100. MoM and Jon were a bit less than me. We have lunch and then jump in our snow gear and head to Alpine Meadows, a ski resort. I hate ski lifts...more than anything I hate them. So my dad does not buy me a ski lift but says I am there to switch out with anyone who wants to stop.
Jon makes it down once, and hurts his hand. So we switch jackets and shoes and gloves and he gives me his goggles. I then clunk over to where my dad is waiting to go up the ski lift with me. And I mean clunk...for those who have walked in snow shoes, you know what I am talking about...being the klutz I am.
I go up the "low" ski lift...and being that it was too high for me to be comfortable I freaked the whole way...the way only I can. We get to the top...and I am preparing to get off...the last time the guy had to stop the lift and almost help me out of the way. This time...I fall off and don't make it even a foot away from the lift. The guy does not stop it as I am scooting out of the way...and my sister comes off after me and lands right on me...and she almost gets hit with the chair...my brother, who is behind her...then has to hang on to the chair to keep from falling on her...and we scoot so he can drop behind us...my dad was tripped by me falling and almost had Daniel land on him (Daniel was snowboarding with his broken arm) and yeah, this whole time the guy was standing there...yelling...keep moving...look out for the chair...don't hang on the chairs...yeah, he was so completely useless I was shocked.
After making it down the hill once...it was a long hill with lots of other people...I was so afraid of hitting the little people from the ski school and the ladies sitting at the bottom with cameras...I decided I was done. I do not totally enjoy snowboarding and really do not want to do it again.
I then go with Grandma, MoM, and the non-snowboarders Julie, Roger, Raquel, Robert, and Andrew and we go to a sledding hill for them to enjoy. I later went down the hill...the hill ended on the road...and I almost made it to the road, I had to flip off the board and pray the snow stopped me.
More scrabble, Sugar Creek, and dinner, and talking and then bed. Oh, this night was bad. Raquel was next to me in the bed, and she kept squirming and flopping on me and making groaning noises and aaaggghhhh...I was ready to KILL her! Dumb bedmate...The next morning she was still squirming but my dad saved Rebecca and I by telling her to leave us alone and go give him a back rub...the old man was sore from snowboarding...lol.
We get up early...and they have omelets and I have chopped potatoes...YUMMY! and the cinnamon rolls needed help after the oven burnt the top and left the bottom gooey so I threw them in a fry pan...so I had two of them. Then we get ready for snow. I in my three pairs of pants, two shirts, jackets, gloves, hat, and scarf.
We visit Donner museum and learn about them...seems that they took a short cut...ended up being a long cut and were stranded in that spot and had to turn to cannibalism to survive. Note point above...we teased my dad the whole time...Never take short cuts and keep moving was the advice from one of the Donner party...a Miss Reed.
Then I found something I enjoyed...a winter sport that is fun...Cross country skiing. yeah, ITS SO COOL! We went all around...and I embarrassed my siblings by screaming when I went down hill. We went all around. It was cool.
Then we packed up. And ate lunch. Then we drove home...Hit bay area traffic across the Bay Bridge. I never want to hear a Texan say there is traffic in Texas unless they are sitting behind a same situation as a hundred cars not moving on a one of the longest bridges in California for hours on end, traffic before and after. My dad, wanting to get to the car-pool lane cut across eight lanes of traffic and only one person fought with us. My Grandma was shocked...first at the amount of traffic, then at the fact that no one was honking, everyone was just merging silently. I am used the the traffic and the silence so none of this was a shock.
The grossest event on the way home was Andew loosing his breakfast (he skipped lunch due to not feeling well) So it looks like the flu has hit our house. Just in time for the holidays!
The coolest was seeing a part full of lights and we went and sat in line and paid our 12 dollars to go through it.
interesting conversation. I saw a sign for Hercules (son of Greek God) and I told of how I heard someone trying to tie it into the Bible by saying the son's of God came and had sex with the daughters of men and he was the result. My grandma said that they were fallen angels that did that with the daughters of men since angels were sex-less. My dad asked why since God created everything else with a sex. She then asked...Are you saying that angels have sex!? And my dad could not see a reason they would not. Then we debated about whether our bodies were the physical image of God or just the fact that we can praise, have a spirit, and make choices was the same. Somewhere else in this conversation it was debated whether God had a sex or a body. Same for Jesus and the Holy Spirit. I was entertained by the whole thing, but my grandma stuck to her thoughts, saying she would look it up in the Bible later, My dad said it really did not matter since that does not change the way we live our lives, and my mom was just as neutral. I had my thoughts, but did not say most of them afraid of getting the elders mad at me.
Well, after 6 and 1/2 hours on the road, we made it back. at 9:30 we had Ice cream and ramon noodles for dinner. Now I am heading to bed...Dentist appointments tomorrow...8 am...ugh.
We arrive at Moose cabin (Bonnie and Joe's cabin they let us use) and let everyone out. Our dog, Chuddly, does not know what to do with the snow but keeps jumping on it. We shovel the stairs. The driveway was clear since it had not snowed in Lake Tahoe area for two weeks before we arrived. We then carry everything into the cabin and send the little ones out to play. Of course, we did not check to make sure they had snow gear on...so when they showed up a while later, everything they had on was wet. We strip them down and throw everything by the fire, and bundle them up in snow gear and send them out again.
My dad, having just gotten back from China was still having jet lag. We had picked him up on our way to Tahoe, ended up leaving at 7 in the morning...meaning my mom got me up at 5:30 am...uggghhh...and I had been up IMing Jared until 1:30 am. So my dad layed down and pretended to be awake and I went downstairs to my room...that I was sharing with my two little sisters...three of us in a queen size bed...it was...tight...and when I got there...I called Jared back..and talked...for..um...a while. Then I walked upstairs...climbed on the couch next to my dad...and fell asleep until dinner was served...making it hard for him to get up being that I was lying on his chest. :-D
After dinner...we read Sugar Creek, a story of a red-haired, barefoot boy and then headed to bed. Well, sorta. I get in bed with my feather comforter, as does Rebecca and Raquel. We barely fit...but that's ok. Then the house is so hot that no one can sleep...and we are all laying on top our blankets. I talk to Sarah and Jared and get yelled at for using the cell minutes too much. And I try to go to sleep. I was not feeling well most the night, and Raquel woke me..."I need to use the bathroom" "ok, go ahead" Later... "I need to blow my nose" "ok, go ahead" "Rachel, I am having a bloody nose" "ok...um...oh, get in the bathroom!" So, I help her with that. And fall exhaustedly to sleep.
The next day I get yelled at for sleeping in...for crying out loud it was 9 am! ugh. I walk upstairs quite a bit later. My dad gets me into a game of scrabble...and I am like not even awake yet. My mom makes me hashbrowns and hot chocolate...yeah, my mom knows how to make me happy. The end score was my dad with 140 and me with a little over 100. MoM and Jon were a bit less than me. We have lunch and then jump in our snow gear and head to Alpine Meadows, a ski resort. I hate ski lifts...more than anything I hate them. So my dad does not buy me a ski lift but says I am there to switch out with anyone who wants to stop.
Jon makes it down once, and hurts his hand. So we switch jackets and shoes and gloves and he gives me his goggles. I then clunk over to where my dad is waiting to go up the ski lift with me. And I mean clunk...for those who have walked in snow shoes, you know what I am talking about...being the klutz I am.
I go up the "low" ski lift...and being that it was too high for me to be comfortable I freaked the whole way...the way only I can. We get to the top...and I am preparing to get off...the last time the guy had to stop the lift and almost help me out of the way. This time...I fall off and don't make it even a foot away from the lift. The guy does not stop it as I am scooting out of the way...and my sister comes off after me and lands right on me...and she almost gets hit with the chair...my brother, who is behind her...then has to hang on to the chair to keep from falling on her...and we scoot so he can drop behind us...my dad was tripped by me falling and almost had Daniel land on him (Daniel was snowboarding with his broken arm) and yeah, this whole time the guy was standing there...yelling...keep moving...look out for the chair...don't hang on the chairs...yeah, he was so completely useless I was shocked.
After making it down the hill once...it was a long hill with lots of other people...I was so afraid of hitting the little people from the ski school and the ladies sitting at the bottom with cameras...I decided I was done. I do not totally enjoy snowboarding and really do not want to do it again.
I then go with Grandma, MoM, and the non-snowboarders Julie, Roger, Raquel, Robert, and Andrew and we go to a sledding hill for them to enjoy. I later went down the hill...the hill ended on the road...and I almost made it to the road, I had to flip off the board and pray the snow stopped me.
More scrabble, Sugar Creek, and dinner, and talking and then bed. Oh, this night was bad. Raquel was next to me in the bed, and she kept squirming and flopping on me and making groaning noises and aaaggghhhh...I was ready to KILL her! Dumb bedmate...The next morning she was still squirming but my dad saved Rebecca and I by telling her to leave us alone and go give him a back rub...the old man was sore from snowboarding...lol.
We get up early...and they have omelets and I have chopped potatoes...YUMMY! and the cinnamon rolls needed help after the oven burnt the top and left the bottom gooey so I threw them in a fry pan...so I had two of them. Then we get ready for snow. I in my three pairs of pants, two shirts, jackets, gloves, hat, and scarf.
We visit Donner museum and learn about them...seems that they took a short cut...ended up being a long cut and were stranded in that spot and had to turn to cannibalism to survive. Note point above...we teased my dad the whole time...Never take short cuts and keep moving was the advice from one of the Donner party...a Miss Reed.
Then I found something I enjoyed...a winter sport that is fun...Cross country skiing. yeah, ITS SO COOL! We went all around...and I embarrassed my siblings by screaming when I went down hill. We went all around. It was cool.
Then we packed up. And ate lunch. Then we drove home...Hit bay area traffic across the Bay Bridge. I never want to hear a Texan say there is traffic in Texas unless they are sitting behind a same situation as a hundred cars not moving on a one of the longest bridges in California for hours on end, traffic before and after. My dad, wanting to get to the car-pool lane cut across eight lanes of traffic and only one person fought with us. My Grandma was shocked...first at the amount of traffic, then at the fact that no one was honking, everyone was just merging silently. I am used the the traffic and the silence so none of this was a shock.
The grossest event on the way home was Andew loosing his breakfast (he skipped lunch due to not feeling well) So it looks like the flu has hit our house. Just in time for the holidays!
The coolest was seeing a part full of lights and we went and sat in line and paid our 12 dollars to go through it.
interesting conversation. I saw a sign for Hercules (son of Greek God) and I told of how I heard someone trying to tie it into the Bible by saying the son's of God came and had sex with the daughters of men and he was the result. My grandma said that they were fallen angels that did that with the daughters of men since angels were sex-less. My dad asked why since God created everything else with a sex. She then asked...Are you saying that angels have sex!? And my dad could not see a reason they would not. Then we debated about whether our bodies were the physical image of God or just the fact that we can praise, have a spirit, and make choices was the same. Somewhere else in this conversation it was debated whether God had a sex or a body. Same for Jesus and the Holy Spirit. I was entertained by the whole thing, but my grandma stuck to her thoughts, saying she would look it up in the Bible later, My dad said it really did not matter since that does not change the way we live our lives, and my mom was just as neutral. I had my thoughts, but did not say most of them afraid of getting the elders mad at me.
Well, after 6 and 1/2 hours on the road, we made it back. at 9:30 we had Ice cream and ramon noodles for dinner. Now I am heading to bed...Dentist appointments tomorrow...8 am...ugh.
1 Comments:
Rachel, your catastrophic departure from the ski lift reminded me of a little incident back in Indiana.....
I was in high school, and the choir director took the swing choir up to Michigan for an evening of skiing.
The "T-bar" was my downfall. As long as you're on the side that exits right to the hill, you're ok. But once I went up on the left side, with this hunky guy from Europe on the right. We had a nice chat on the way up. I got the impression he was a "real skier."
But when it came time to get off, I couldn't cross over gracefully, caused him to fall and nearly got whacked by the next T-bar coming up. I could tell he was REALLY embarassed.
Funny, I never saw him again.....
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