**warning. this is all words, no pictures. we haven't had working cameras for awhile**
I went snowboarding on Saturday. First time ever. I was terrified and it showed when I first started. David said I caught on really fast. Even when I ended up on my face he said "that was good!". I was blessed with a good teacher that made me keep going. :) We went with two of my friends from my major and their husbands. The girls are both beginners like me and their husbands are seasoned boarders, so it was nice to have people there for David to actually go down the mountain with instead of stopping all the time for me to get back up. I made it down once and only fell twice. Half the time my legs would get so tired that I would stop myself and sit down to rest. Heh.
Although my legs were tired on the mountain, it's my arms that are SO SORE. I fell and caught myself so much that my wrists felt like they were going to break off by the time we were done, and my arms are still weak and in so much pain. Yesterday by the 3rd and 4th verses of the songs in Sacrament meeting my arm was shaking and I think I was using every muscle in my body to keep my arm waving (I'm the ward chorister). I can barely get my arm to a 90 degree angle. Pathetic. BUT the good news is...I liked snowboarding enough to tell David I want my own gear someday! Sooner rather than later. :) That made him excited.
This morning everything is covered in ice. The roads have black ice galore, our apartment stairs are covered and the sidewalks are probably the worst. David walked out to start the car this morning and slid/fell down the first set of stairs, then I opened to door to see if he was okay and he was slipping on the second set. We made it to campus okay, but before I was even out of the parking lot David texted me and said "Almost fell again". Then while on the way home I watched a girl slip a little and catch herself on her knee, then another girl totally biffed it and was like flat on her stomach with papers flying everywhere. Like in movies. It was sad, but I sorta laughed. :-/
This semester I have declared Monday's "No School Monday's". Not because I don't have classes, but because the one class I do have (which is 3.5 hours) gets cancelled every Monday or we have a Monday holiday. The first day of school was a Monday and that's the only time all semester I've actually gone. The class I have is working in a Kindergarten classroom in Rigby. I'm supposed to go every Monday and Wednesday. It's turned into just a Wednesday class. Heh. I have planned multiple lessons to teach and have only taught two of them. Last night I even thought "the weather has been pretty calm this week, I'll bet tomorrow is my first Monday"...false. Slick roads=no AM Kindergarten. The worst part about it, no one ever knows if schools will be closed until at the earliest 7am. So I am always up and almost completely ready before I get the call that they've cancelled. I wish I could just sleep in, but I don't want to risk it because I'm sure the one day I sleep in, school won't be cancelled. Oh well! Here's to hoping I'll go next Monday!
Life is good. This is a pretty calm semester compared to the last few for David (no chemistry!!!) He's doing really well in all of his classes (97% on his first biology test!) and this is my last semester with a full credit load. SO happy. Only 6 more credits after this semester. Graduation here I come!
