Kentucky Action Park

Trampoline Thingy (actual name of this contraption)

Suburban Fun Time

A little outdoor festivities with the Coxes and the Carmacks. Lori, in her vampirical ways, was able to elude the lens of Skidzilla. Hence, no photo. Next time Lori! Next time!

Great fun was had by all.

The invite went like this: Tony said, "C'mon out! We've got a Slip-n-Slide, so, pack the First Aid Kit and Ace Bandages!" No injuries were sustained on this expedition, however. I guess we are novices and weren't doing right. We'll get it right next time. Note Alex's Advanced "Peace" Exit off the Slip-n-Slide. Also of note, Sam's launch off the end - courtesy of Mr. The Bone's personal propulsion system. Yes, friends, Mrs. The Bone did reprimand her husband for the excessive use of force in this maneuver.

Westward Ho! And A Happy Birthday, too!

Only one week till we get to see the family in McCall. We plan a par-tay in honor of Zane's 14th. In the meantime, this will have to hold him over!

Snow Biz

Strangely enough, it was a very real possibility that our ski vacation was to be canceled by snow. As the snow came down in Louisville, flight after flight was delayed and canceled. Long delays caused a shortage of TP. Although the photo below did not affect me, I found it humorous and snapped it cuz I thought it told quite a story.




Perhaps my humor at someone's obvious misfortune was the negative Karma I projected into the universe that caused Sharon's baggage to be left behind in Louisville while we headed off to Utah. Perhaps it was the imbecilic Ticket Agent at Delta that only did half her job by changing Sharon's flight, but not her bag tag, thereby insuring, due to TSA regulations that no bag will be loaded onto a plane unless a ticketed passenger headed to the same destination is on board, her bag would remain at Standiford Field. My suspicion is the latter and Delta will be receiving a letter stating such in very short order.

Yeah, it sucks not to have your bags, but we made the best of it and headed up the hill. The first day at Brighton - a place where Snowboarders vastly outnumber skiers. We had a few extras from work who were also on the same "BizTrip/Vacation."

Good times were had by all. Sharon's bag found us on Day 2 at Solitude and we all breathed a sigh of relief and could then thoroughly enjoy ourselves!

So now I've had 10 full days on a Snowboard and can confidently say that I SUCK. Big mountains shrink me orbs to a point that I can barely point the nose of a board down the hill. Oh Well, I'll learn more in April when I venture out to Idaho with the kids for Spring Break!

An Old Timey Riverboat Ride

Love that Mac!

What Warms the Heart of A Cranky Old Skidzilla?

Last Friday, while driving to the suburban consumer haven to indulge ourselves in a west-coast branded, chain-restaurant pizza and accoutrements, The Gibster, the eldest of Skidzilla off-spring, asked his mother, "When can I get my Mohawk?" I clearly had a stunned look on face and Mrs. Skidzilla told he had indeed mentioned this in the past and asked if she did not inform me of his desires.

In about a millisecond I began thinking...if she can keep information as vital as this to herself, how do I know she doesn't have other secrets; a giant stash of cash that I am unaware, a lover, another family elsewhere? But, I tried to remain focused on the matter at hand and I had to concentrate to see the road through the tears of joy welling up in my eyes. So, just to verify my mind wasn't playing tricks on me, I turned and asked The Gibster, "Do you want a Mohawk?"

"Yeah, a red one" he replied. It was very difficult not to pull over and give him a big ole hug.

Phase one is complete. Color is on the way. Check it out.