Look Out X-Games!

Today Maggie and I tried our hand at snow boarding. Although, to be more accurate, we really tried our butts, faces, backs, and sides at sledding. We didn't spend much time on the boards themselves.

For those of you that have never been, snow boarding is crazy hard. It took me five hours before I felt confident in my ability to get from the top to the bottom of the bunny slope without falling down. However, it is fun once you start to get the hang of it. That first day, though, is pretty miserable. Two things that you take for granted when you ski are that the skis pop off and you can control how you fall. Not the case for snow boarding. Consequently, you fall every which way. Experience seems to indicate that you'll fall in whichever direction will cause the most pain. Still, I thought it was fun (while I was upright).

Divine Intervention?

Last week was crazy snowy, and for those of you that do not know, once snow gets walked on and driven on for a while, it turns into a nasty, blackish slush. So, as Maggie and I left Mass last Sunday, the streets were covered in this nasty slush. We were walking down the sidewalk along Wisconsin Avenue, with only two other pedestrians in sight. Seriously, we were practically alone. All of a sudden, a bus flies by and sends a wave of slush (e.g. like in the cartoons) flying through the air. Coincidentally, it was at the exact same moment that the only other two pedestrians on Wisconsin Avenue were crossing our path. These two large men got absolutely soaked. Maggie and I remained completely dry. It was ridiculous. Just thought I should share.