Three Things

Outbuilding at Williams Wharf

Welcome to Three Thing Thursday, the Winter Vacation Edition, where I try to think of something to say and you share whatever is on your mind.

My mind appears to be devoid of life utterly and completely on vacation, and I'm starting to wonder if the only time I can come up with a blog post is under extreme duress. In short, I'm not sure where we're headed with this post, but rest assured it's nowhere bound to be somewhere. *

Let's begin.

1.  We survived Christmas, barely, before being pummeled by a blizzard.  That  was all fine and dandy, that blizzard, because it forced some very spectacular napping.  The best part of all is I took off work this week. Oh, how sweet it is, this thing called no commuting paid vacation.

2.  Next, the focus was on quality time with the Chesapeake Bay Children, which was wonderful but not without the typical CBW trials and tribulations that my son and daughter now come to expect with any sort of adventure I propose.

3.  One of the adventures involved ice skating, which I love because it reminds me somewhat of roller skating, evidently an extinct sport.

Anyone who regularly reads this blog knows that even at the age of almost 46  I secretly want to be on a roller derby team.  Skating, the faster the better, is liberating to me.  The thought of not just being allowed but encouraged to push people out of the way while flying around the rink?  Well, that sounds like a great way to fight off excess stress, which seems to follow CBW more closely than her shadow.

3b.  Anywho, regardless of the fact that ice skating and roller derby are not even kissing cousins, CBW performed about an hour's worth of her best speed skating/pretend roller derby routine in the hamster cage of a rink the size of a postage stamp, before her legs grew tired.  Plus, with all those mutants other people skating around, the ice was starting to become slushy. Both of these were signs to stop, except she I didn't want to.

And that's when it happened.

3c. In super slow motion the front of my skate globbed ** up on a chunk of errant ice just as I was gearing up for a super fast turn.  All I could do was stretch my arms out in front of me and lift my face up just in time to experience what can only be described as a Human Icee land flat on my stomach on the ice.

With so much momentum behind me, I screamed for ten minutes slid and slid and slid.  Hands, feet and face up, arms outstretched.  Sort of like sliding in to home plate. From left field. 

In Antarctica.

3d.  When I finally stopped and could lift my head up, there stood Chesapeake Bay Son, just an inch or two away from where I stopped sliding.  All he could muster, also in super slow motion, was, "Oh. My. God."

Indeed.

Now it's your turn to share three things, whatever happens to be flying around your head. Hopefully ice, ice skates, the accompanying sharp blades or any associated embarrassment are not involved.   


*When I started writing this, I had no idea I'd be talking about the Ice Skating Incident, rife with stress and therefore the perfect fuel to jump start my blogging embers.  So never mind that opening paragraph about not having anything to say.  I don't have anything to talk about except my two bruised knee caps and one embarrassed son. In other words, it's an ordinary day around here.

** "Globbed" is most definitely a word, located on page 612 in CBW's Dictionary of Ridiculosity, coming soon to book stores near you.