Why I drink Margarita's

Howdy all -

Here I am, up in the north-land we call Duluth, reclining at my Father-in-law's palatial residence. When you set upon a weekend of relaxation, it shouldn't be surprising the amount of situations that arise. After all, we had decided to cash in on the weekend and bring the kids up north to do a little snow-sledding.

Friday - was riddled with set-backs....weather that affected traffic, packing/laundry situations, Dr. Appointments, and idiots that effected traffic.
We arrived a bit late, but Grandpa had an excellent dinner of Salmon prepared and we ate heartily. (Well, the kids didn't eat exceptionally well..it was just too late in the evening for them). After they went to bed we watched a movie: THE WRESTLER. AN interesting story, and I can understand how it had gotten critical acclaim.

Saturday - This was a day filled with TV, wii, sledding and napping (I had no coffee that day and was rather hard-pressed to have any energy). The sledding was fun and painful. The hill was quite steep and although we went for the kids, the parents and grandma went (Grandpa sat in the truck, playing the game of "Warming House"). The boy went down the hill the most and the daughter lost a boot a couple of times and had a few face-plants that created tears. Naturally the adults decided they should partake in the fun, and no one brought a muffler and filled it with gasoline and gunpowder to strap on to our backs to provide a "rocket assist"...It wasn't needed. The hill provided plenty of speed. I went down the hill more than once, even though I backwards somersaulted the first time. And the second. Yes, I heard the clicks and pops when I did that. And I felt the muscles stretch and strain. And naturally, as I was reaching the bottom I ended up backwards. When you reach those speeds at my age, I suddenly felt like Han Solo, my brain was screaming at me: "I got a bad feeling about this!" When I hit that one bump wrong, I suddenly was in less control of the sled as I was. I went from cruising backwards down the hill into an assorted rolling maneuver. Back-head-sled...back-head-sled.
*ouch*
Once we returned to the homestead, it was shower-time followed by medicine. The kids had hot coco, and I washed down the Ibuprofen with Margaritas. The kids warmed up the way they wanted to, and so I warmed up the way I wanted to~! And I made sure that I remained warm....


Sunday - Well... the kids are in a wii bowling grudge-match with the grandparents, as I type this with a sore neck and upper back. I just heard the daughter yell "I WON!" several times. (Guess the match is over). And as I close, we are headed off to Canal Park. The kids are restless and for the sake of the adults, they need to become tired.