I am an obsessive (maybe compulsive but I'm not really sure what that means) idiot who loves sledding and owns no gloves. There have been some *ahem comments regarding my mediocre and infrequent posting of late and I wish to continue that trend today by splattering some mish mash onto the screen for all to see and enjoy.

First obsessing. Some of you may know where that one's going. For others, sorry you probably aren't going to find out. :) Let's just say that I find myself continually holding onto what I proclaim to let go of. Really it applies everywhere but probably most obviously in relationships. Colin appropriately chewed me out this weekend and challenged me to figure out what I want, what is right and go with it. Stop floundering in the middle and move to dry ground. This I find infinitely difficult and I have no idea where to begin. But...He'll work it out.

Loving to sled: o yes! Last nite we discovered a very sweet sledding hill behind the dorms. Steep, long, fast, and impressive complete with three jumps and an Recreational Vehicle parked at the bottom on the street. Trevor hit the RV. We laughed. There is nothing quite like the first bite of fear when standing at the top of a hill you've never sledded down. Especially when it empties into a street. But even better-the thrill of throwing your hands in the air, shooting down with nothing more then a garbage bag under your butt, bouncing toward the jump that sends you flying and struggling intensely for about two seconds to stop before sliding into traffic or against an RV. Also I have no gloves so my hands are frozen and I bruised my tailbone attempting to jump into a passing sled. Smart one I am not.

Tomorrow I cross the state again for home. Hooray for Christmas it's coming very, very quickly this year and I am happy. So unless the pass claims me I shall arrive home Wednesday afternoon. Wish me luck.

PS>Seahawks...Eastern Eagles...I have no words for you two. Disappointment doesn't even begin to say it.