Like father like daughter, like mother like daughter

So like, you know how we all fear turning into our parents? I do too. I mean, I always joke that ‘the higher power’ took all my mom’s bad qualities and all of my dad’s bad qualities and combined them together to create me. Hehe. It’s sad but it’s true. My mom has GORGEOUS hand writing and my father; well I refer to them as chicken scratches. No offence dad! :)

Case and Point Numero 1

So the other day we had a department meeting at work and we had to write up a list of certain key points and then present it to the other teams. While we jokingly discussed who was going to write out our key points. I was mistakenly encouraged to do it as my fellow co-worker felt my hand writing couldn’t quite possibly be as bad as his. OH, how I begged to differ but my team didn’t believe me and I was put in charge of writing up our information. At the end of it all, this fellow co-worker read off our points to the other teams and at the end said ‘And I think we’ve just proved that a girls handwriting can be just as bad as a guys’ or something along those lines to which I told him he threw like a girl. Lol. That’s right; I can take it AND dish it baby!

I AM my father’s daughter. *sigh*

Case and Point Numero 2

The other night I was over at my parents celebrating my Auntie Pegster’s Birthday. My mom and my Aunt got to talking and laughing about this one time they went downhill skiing and how horrible they were at it. My mom got into her experience on that trip and it sounded quite similar to what happened to me the one and ONLY time I went downhill skiing. My mom apparently has issues with holding on to rope too….read on. :)

Now, this has got to be one of the FUNNIEST stories I could tell you all but have held back b/c it really is just SO embarrassing and I don’t think I can do it justice via blog. However, I shall try in an attempt to bring some laughter to your day.

I was about 16 or 17 and was in Brandon, MB to visit family. My aunt and uncle got this BRILLIANT idea to go downhill skiing. I had gone cross country many times (thanks dad) so thought, why not?! I’m sure it’ll be fun…like really, what could go wrong? To be honest I’m not even sure where we went. I just hoped in the car and let them lead me to the time that became known as ‘The Time I Almost Died’. Okay, it was more like ‘The Time Kim Skied right into the Lodge, ‘Dislocated’ her Elbow, and Took Out about 20 skiers’ not in any specific order. :s

So yeah, it was like awesome – NOT! First of all the ski instructor (who was HAWT) introduced me to the ‘bunny hill’. Now, I’m sure it wasn't as big as I remember it but seriously, I’m from the Prairies so the ‘bunny hill’ to me was a freaking MOUNTAIN. For whatever reason they had the lodge at the bottom of the hill which at the time I thought was silly of them. Thinking back, I wonder if they put it there to stop people like me from skiing right off into the bush and directly to my death. To be cautious I asked the ski instructor if anyone ever skied into it and he said ‘No' and that was that. So like, this is where I should have gotten a sworn statement from him but yeah, did I mention he was cute?

The second I grabbed onto that rope to go up to the ‘bunny hill’ was the minute it all went really wrong. FAST!!! Because I was visiting in Brandon and the whole skiing thing was a random idea I hadn’t packed properly. All I had was my favourite pair of mittens that were wool to cover my hands and all the other clothes I had on were contributed by my aunt and uncle. If any of you didn’t know this, wool doesn’t hold up real well when there’s a thick rope cutting through it. You can only imagine how quickly I began to slide backwards once I was up high enough that the rope had finished cutting through my mittens and started cutting into my skin. And guess what happens when you start sliding backwards and there are about 20 people behind you…you take them OUT baby! All I remember is the ski instructor yelling ‘LET GO OF THE ROPE, GET OFF THE ROPE, GET OUT OF HER WAAAAAY’ to the people behind me as I flew down backwards screaming like a crazy lady. I even think I peed a little I was so FAH-REAKED! Or maybe I peed a lot, I can’t remember which. Did I mention this story was embarrassing?

Despite being extremely embarrassed, the ski instructor, was not only HAWT but was also very kind and gave me a pair of gloves to use for my second attempt going up. Oh yeah, I’m smoooooth. I got up to that ‘bunny hill’ without any problems. Going down was a different story. I somehow manage to plough right into that Lodge FULL FORCE. Did I mention that the ski instructor was also a BIG LIAR, DID I?! End result: I ‘dislocated’ my elbow and even though I had no doctor to prove it, I could hardly move my right elbow for the next 4 or 5 days.

So the other night I hear my mother telling us about how she had issues holding on to the rope when she went skiing and ended up taking out all the people behind her. How embarrassing! If the same thing hadn’t happened to me I would have made fun of her.

I AM my mother’s daughter. *sigh*

To finish off my downhill skiing experience my uncle had the NERVE to brag that he spent the day doing the Black Diamond runs and HE hadn’t EVER been skiing before. BUGGER! So then I bragged by saying ‘Well yeah but did YOU ski BACKWARDS? Didn’t FREAKING think so BUD’! lol.

*Bows*
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