Sleddin' Saturday

On Saturday morning, we got up, called Heather and Guthrey and asked them to go sledding, spent three hours picking out sledding clothes and putting them on, spent 3 minutes in the car driving to the big hill, and then spent 45 minutes sledding! It's a process, people. But, it's worth every minute of the fun.

In case you didn't know how to sled, here's your step-by-step guide, courtesy of me!

1) Get everyone to the top of the hill, and freak all your kids' freaks out. The girls whine and say things like, "That's so big...I'm so scared...I need to go with you daddy", the little ones like Maddox start yelling, "Dad, I'm with you, I'm with you, Dad, I'm going with you, please don't forget me dad, don't leave me dad, did I tell you that I'm going with you, dad?" And, Joey, well, he doesn't say one word, he takes off at lightning speed, giving no one any warning. No fear.

2) Close your eyes and take off....and yell, "HELLLPPPPPP, MAMA!!!!!" the entire way down.
3) Nail the landing. This actually was the only landing that was nailed the entire time. Glad I got it on photo. Most landing ended with, "My arm hurts" and "My side hurts" and "Mom rolled over my face" and "I got snow in my mittens"....and then was followed up with, "Let's go again!"4) Head back up the hill.....good luck. It was not easy! I had more fun watching people walk up the hill than go down the hill! Usually, Joey got half way up, and was like, "Screw it, I'm going back down right here!" and off he went. 5) If you can't make it up the hill on your own, ask Daddy for a ride. 6) Pose for photos to satisfy your mom's needs to document every moment of your life.


I know you're jealous of my getup....it's courtesy of my Gpa Cecil. I've got his work overalls and his Pioneer sweatshirt on...and it's sexy. Joe told me so. In a roundabout way. In not so many words. It might have been a little muffled. But, yet still very clear. He liked the look. The clothes made me, er him, feel like a man. You know?It kind of made me want to walk to the nearest farm, and start milking the cows, or feeding the pigs. That's what overalls do to you. They just make you wanna put some blood, sweat and tears into whatever you are doing. Rev up my diesel engine and plow me some snow. Trust me: get yourself a pair of overalls, pair it with a Pioneer coat, throw on a Garst seed cap, and finish it off with a pair of Ugg boots. You will not be sorry.

The day ended as it started - with a few tears, a few bumps and bruises, and lots of "One more time! One more time! Please! Please!" It was great. And, it reminded me of sledding with my cousins, Jenny and Kelly, at my Gma and Gpa Bruggeman's house. P.S. My sister is still whining about her shoulder. I mean, Maya got over the fact that Heather toppled all over her head and did a faceplant, but Heather is still moaning about her shoulder. This also reminds me of sledding with her years ago. : ) Some things never change. tee hee hee.