The importance of thinking for yourself.

Prompt courtesy of Hollie Petit PhD. In Everything fun .

Shoutout to Toni the talker& Natalie

The days of long ago would surly show up at an opportune moment and feed the beast, actually mine came as a Feast. That be you Hollie, your prompt did this to me, “the Feast Beast”Now serving up some deep … snow. What did you think I meant , deep S//T? Well hold on, it gets deep.

I’m reminded of the days I was a totally big risk taker.

Someone, “someone deranged”put me in some fancy dancy ski bibs and some mighty expensive ski wear . ( not Jimmy Choo “moolah style mind you,” ) Under Armor was suffice , at least for my pocketbook.

Then , they let me loose. Three harrowing events occurred before I decided to hang up the poles ) I probably should have hung them up much sooner. Sooner than one can say. Mr. Zog don’t sex wax those ski boards. No one listens !

1. My very first experience trying to learn was not so bad, trying to push off the lift isn’t for the faint of heart, I noticed the person ahead of us fall and hit her head. I begin to panic wondering how the heck can I do this. Panic sets in , I did it, I too hit my head, not pleasant.
2. I decided I’m not making it down this hill, however I’m going to try. At this point I’m reminded snow plow, a term real skiers know. So here I go, fast happed way to soon. I’m sure it was Mr. Zogs fault.
3. In my mind I’m thinking drop, when all of a sudden I hit a dry dirt patch. Woah here I go tumbling off the side of this mountain , my biggest concern ? Of course it’s my new jacket. My luck is almost always good . No rips , just real dirty.
4. I usually always get back up again right away, not this time. A month later, I win a weekend at a very nice ski resort, somewhere in Monmouth NJ I love contests, I use the name Suzi Ski , guess that’s why I was the lucky winner. Hold on however. This one was learning to use a J — Bar.

I couldn’t. They got me over to it , I’m in line , my husband is in the line a bit further away from me. However my luck held out, he being far enough away to alert the operators please stop the ride. Just so happens the J bar caught my coat , knocked me down pulling me up the mountain, I’m flailing my pole with one hand yelling help, the kid was watching some little hottie in stretch pants never noticing Suzi Ski in need of major help. Quite laughable until I realize I’m all the way up on top of the mountain looking like a retched disheveled dirty coat yahoo looking down from the Diamond level deal. ⛷️them, 😳😢me!

WTH, so again the *snowplow method* come to mind, I pray, I drop, I go , I drop, I go. Pretty sure those behind me weren’t so pleased. I did have one minor collision.

I made it down guys.

Before the hubby comes skiing over to let me know I’m done, I quickly hit the J Bar faster than that crazy Mr Zogs wax works.

So, there goes it, I imagine you can tell I tried my best thinking for myself, guess you can see for yourself, I probably shouldn’t do that. It’s my danger zone.

Seems everyone else knew skiing wasn’t my forte.

Thanks Hollie this was fun.