The next model for rossi classics

My sister keeps asking me to post pics of Fred. So here you go, Marilyn. This is Fred. It was his first day of cross country skiing. He's an animal downhill skiing, but he learned today that classic is VERRRRRY DIFFERENT. (Notice, the skis are OFF). He did a great job though.

I'll never forget my first time classic skiing. I think I fell like 3,000 times. He fell none. Way to go, stud.

One of the many reasons I live in Utah

Just got home from my gig and anticipating tomorrow. A long day of cross country skiing in the Uintas. I can't wait. This, by the way, is where I'll be skiing. This is a photo I found on www.davidwhittenphoto.com. He has quite a few photos on his site that are worth checking out. Life...it's a beautiful thing.

Just a small example of my upbringing

Just spent a few days in Edwardsville with the fam. I have a 7:50 am flight. The plan was to leave for the airport about 5:45 am--alarm was set to go off at 5:00.

So I'm in the middle of this incredibly vivid, amazing dream when I hear, "Nickie" "NIIIIIIIICKIE". My eyes open. My mother is standing over me. Have I regressed to my freshman year of high school???? "It's 4:45." Your point, woman???? "I thought you wanted to leave by 5?"

I start to question her obssessive-compulsive, neurotic, controlling behavior, but I know there's not point in it.

Until I was twenty, I actually believed that if we didn't get to the airport at least two hours prior to departure, we were doomed. My mother convinced us that this was the ONLY way to fly...ever. And I BELIEVED HER!!!!!!!!!!!!

You can't even begin to know the liberation I felt when I discovered truth....and the luxury of flying solo.

Anyway, mom walks out of my room--leaving the bedroom door open and the hall light ON! She knew exactly what she was doing. She was winning. There was no hope of going back to that amazingly vivid dream (with a very hot man, by the way), so I gave up. My sister and I learned a long time ago that when you're in Carol's house, you kind of get trapped in Carol's rules. I've been at this airport since 5:50 waiting for my flight. It's 6:10 in the morning, by the way....for the love of God.

Looking at this picture makes it all better though, because this is what I'm going back to. Ah, freedom. Did I mention I love life? It's a beautful thing :)

Basking

So this is Fred. And this is where we live. And this is what we do on weekends. Well, at night, I'm usually singing.

Did I mention that I love life? It's a beautiful thing.

Thanks Gert

Gert, you are amazing. It was great to see you today. Thanks for teaching me some blogging technique woman. We don't see each other often enough. peace and love.

I think I was singing AT LAST...the actual word coming out of my mouth at this very moment is AAAAT. :)

he he. I love life. It's a beautiful thing.

So, I've finally decided it's time to start blogging. I have no idea if this will work or not which is why I'm T-E-S-T-I-N-G, T-E-S-T-I-N-G, T-E-S-T-I-N-G 1,2,3.