Monday, December 22, 2008

Whoopsie Daisy.

The hell was I thinking? I mean, really. A 40 year-old, 250-pound man on a little plastic disc. Which incidentally reminds me of the Spartan shields in 300. But I digress.


We went down to Big 5 this morning and purchased some of these plastic human serving trays and proceeded to make our offerings to the Snow Gods. And by cracky, it was fun to begin with. As the video below (taken yesterday by Raechelle as I rode a borrowed disc) will prove.

However, all it takes is a single spill, and suddenly my uninsured ass was in bed, unable to move my left arm above my chest or turn my head more than a 45-degree left-right axis. I'm sure I didn't break anything - just some pulled muscles and sore spots. I'll be right as rain in a bit, especially since Ibuprofen, ice packs and TBFE2 take such good care of me.

It's just a bit embarrassing, being on the receiving end of care when I've usually been the one to dish it out. But I'm letting her do it, and I'm thankful for it. And for her.

The kids have had an awesome day, and with the temps in the mid 30s, the snow has begun to melt. We'll see what the rest of the week holds, what with more foul weather predicted and my grandmother in the hospital. May have to postpone our Bellingham Christmas gathering until after Raechelle gets back from WV.


kylestevensmusic said...

Great Videos! So, I assume you and Raechelle encourage the kids to lick the street as well? Nice. What's that parenting style called?

TD said...

It's called Picking Your Battles. ;-)