Myself, Tim(son of Sam) and Peter(Peter Pan) |
Tammy at the summit |
Yes, Our daughter Tammy is visiting with us this week. And, we tired her out,...she had a great time.
So, when do you know you are becoming a ski bum? Well: Let's just go down the list.
Courtesy of The Globe and Mail article 8 Jan 2011:
Things
could be worse, I assured my nervous friend. Much worse. Delicately, I
explained the signs – which, for the record, are witnessed routinely in small
ski towns – which might mean that you or a loved one are at risk of becoming a
ski bum.
Top 10 early
indicators:
- The only tan line on your
entire body comes from goggles.
- There are more skis on the
sofa than art hanging on the wall; you wax and scrape these skis on the
living-room floor.
- There's another pile of skis
between the front seats of the car. They never come out, because tomorrow
is always a ski day.
- Those skis are worth more
than the car.
- Your résumé has several
unexplained gaps.
- You choose your job solely
based on its proximity to ski hills.
- You check the snow forecast
more often than your e-mail.
- There are fences, gates and
benches built from old skis outside your house.
- You expedite marriage plans
expressly to sneak under the deadline for a family pass.
- You wrap Christmas presents
with maps of the ski area.
Top 5
signs you are definitely over the edge:
- Seven strangers share your
apartment from November till April.
- To save money for lift
tickets, you stop buying lunch at the ski hill. Instead, you
surreptitiously help yourself to free hot water, ketchup and crackers in
the cafeteria and make tomato soup. When this grows old, you pretend to
bus tables, snarfing down leftover fries and half-eaten burgers.
- On road trips, you sleep in
the car to save on lodging costs. When the weather gets cold, you move
into a snow cave, dug in the distant reaches of the resort parking lot.
- You yank broken skis from a
dumpster and think: “With a touch of epoxy, these could last an entire
season.”
- You wear ski pants to a
wedding. They are the only black trousers you own.
I didn't
tell my friend that all these could be in her husband's future. (I know. I have
eaten a few discarded burgers myself.) Of course, he'd still be a loving
partner. And a very, very happy one at that.
Tayton Bowl |
And....it's snowing at least 20 cms coming!!!!!!! Mardi Gras weekend, beads, beer, and PARTY..... PARTY..... PARTY......
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