I'M BACK AND IN A BIG WAY.
I know you have missed me in a way that you can only miss baseball during the cold, long winter months. However, since spring training is back, so am I.
I had a dream this weekend. It was a good dream. I am not providing details, but the following story played a big part in the dream. It is a true story and happened when I was 14-15, in my kitchen in Keystone, Colorado. And here it is:
I was in the kitchen with my cousin, Tim, same age as me and his neighbor, Mark, one year older. I had the biggest crush on Mark and in fact, dated him off and on until I was well into my 20s. That of course, is another story. Anyway, I have been skiing since I was about 2 years old. My parents worked at A-basin, one of the oldest ski areas in that area, and our house was a couple miles away from Keystone (built in 1970), so I was pretty good on the boards.
Mark, male chauvinist that he was (is), made a comment about me not being as good as a guy skiing (he had never seen me ski as we had met sometime the summer of 1974). My cousin and I strongly disagreed with that statement and proceeded to let him know that. Now here is the part of the story that was in the dream.
I made the comment that I could pretty much do anything a guy could do with the exception of writing (peeing) my name in the snow. My real name is Kelli. There are a lot of loopy letters in that name and my cousin, Tim, proceeded to demonstrate how it would be possible to write my name in the snow. Picture a 14/15 year old boy, crouched down like a crab, moving sideways, trying to recreate "KELLI" in cursive writing, peeing in the snow (There was no actual demonstration IN the snow--the kitchen was funny enough). We were all crying because we were laughing so hard--weak, I tell you.
After Tim finished the demonstration, I looked at him and said "It's a real bitch to dot the "I"", which put us all on the floor.
In the dream--the person I was telling the story too, ended up laughing so hard he was crying, which of course, made me feel good. It's strange how things from the past have come up recently. Writing your name in the snow, phone calls from people you haven't talked to in for damn near ever, dead mice in the garage . . .
And if you feel that you are having a sucky day--just remember--it's a bitch to dot the "I".
I know you have missed me in a way that you can only miss baseball during the cold, long winter months. However, since spring training is back, so am I.
I had a dream this weekend. It was a good dream. I am not providing details, but the following story played a big part in the dream. It is a true story and happened when I was 14-15, in my kitchen in Keystone, Colorado. And here it is:
I was in the kitchen with my cousin, Tim, same age as me and his neighbor, Mark, one year older. I had the biggest crush on Mark and in fact, dated him off and on until I was well into my 20s. That of course, is another story. Anyway, I have been skiing since I was about 2 years old. My parents worked at A-basin, one of the oldest ski areas in that area, and our house was a couple miles away from Keystone (built in 1970), so I was pretty good on the boards.
Mark, male chauvinist that he was (is), made a comment about me not being as good as a guy skiing (he had never seen me ski as we had met sometime the summer of 1974). My cousin and I strongly disagreed with that statement and proceeded to let him know that. Now here is the part of the story that was in the dream.
I made the comment that I could pretty much do anything a guy could do with the exception of writing (peeing) my name in the snow. My real name is Kelli. There are a lot of loopy letters in that name and my cousin, Tim, proceeded to demonstrate how it would be possible to write my name in the snow. Picture a 14/15 year old boy, crouched down like a crab, moving sideways, trying to recreate "KELLI" in cursive writing, peeing in the snow (There was no actual demonstration IN the snow--the kitchen was funny enough). We were all crying because we were laughing so hard--weak, I tell you.
After Tim finished the demonstration, I looked at him and said "It's a real bitch to dot the "I"", which put us all on the floor.
In the dream--the person I was telling the story too, ended up laughing so hard he was crying, which of course, made me feel good. It's strange how things from the past have come up recently. Writing your name in the snow, phone calls from people you haven't talked to in for damn near ever, dead mice in the garage . . .
And if you feel that you are having a sucky day--just remember--it's a bitch to dot the "I".
posted by Ballz @ 9:14 AM
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