Dear Bed Time,

Even though I don't get MLK day off, I ignored you last night and stayed up way too late. Mostly because friends were hanging out and we eventually spent hours looking up SNL skits - this one had me crying.

Thank you Jill.
Thank you Brad.
Thank you Joey.

Dear Snowbird,

The mountain and I were in love on Saturday. Slowly but surely I'm getting the hang of toe side.

And...remember when I somehow ended up doing moguls? Yeah, that wasn't the plan.

Five more days til the weekend.
I'm officially one of those people who would...rather be snowboarding.

Noelle - I'll be ready for your trip in February. I promise you won't be embarrassed to ski with me. Just no double blacks ok?


Cheryl and Curtis taking a lift to the top. We practically had the mountain to ourselves in the morning.


Cheryl and I taking a lift to the top. Cheryl looked like a pro in her new jacket. She happily pulled me along at one point (Cheryl skies) with her pole as I was stuck, at a standstill on a catwalk. My normal hop hop move wasn't getting me anywhere, nor was my primate push (picture what an ape would like walking, hands on the ground pushing along with the feet). Without Cheryl I would have had to unstrap - which I hate doing - it's one of the downsides of snowboarding: not enough speed/skill + a slight incline = no forward movement.


I am happy as a snow bum even with a broken binding, a paper clip zipper jacket and gloves tearing at the seams. It all makes me sound a lot more hard core than I am. The fact of the matter is, it's what I get for getting cheap stuff on sale. Boo.

Dear Dream Job,

An Account Planner for Facebook...in the Paris office.

And we're not talking Paris, Texas people.

What not apply?
I can't think of a single reason.

Dear Denny,

Just die. Again. Or whatever it's called when the ghost of one's former self leaves...cross over? Yeah, that's it - just cross over already. Seriously.

Dear WWYD,

...IF...you had the opportunity to go work in a foreign country (the UK or France) as an au pair (a nanny)?

So maybe I filled out a profile with an online service that matches families with au pairs.
So maybe I checked my email and noticed 7 responses re: my profile. Seven parents all interested in having me watch their kids (with incredibly cute names - Henry, Wendy, Jack, Lillie, to name a few).
So maybe I'm interested.
Did I just start a new job? Yes.
Has it always been a dream of mine to live and work in the UK and France...yes.
Am I crazy to even consider this? Maybe.

Or maybe I'm having a quarter-life crisis.

Dear Valerie Needs New Snow Tires Fund,

Short of standing outside grocery stores ringing a bell, I think baking cookies will be the best idea to try and collect some monies to help pay for the insanely expensive pieces of rubber that prevent my car from slipping and sliding on the road.

Or maybe I could sell an organ on the internet.
I don't need BOTH kidneys...or my gall bladder for that matter.

Dear Remember When,

Disney made the movie Escape to Witch Mountain about two orphan kids not from this planet, who realize they have "special" powers and become the target of a scheezy millionaire who wants to exploit them? A widower helps the children escape to their space ship in the depths of Witch Mountain while the children help the widower recover from the loss of his wife...aww...nothing like a classic 1975 Disney movie. Below is a trip down memory lane for those who are nostalgic.



...well...remember when Disney decided to remake it for the new generation and call it Race to Witch Mountain where (according to IMDB) "A UFO expert enlists the help of a cabbie to protect two siblings with paranormal powers from the clutches of an organization that wants to use the kids for their nefarious plans."

Gag me.
Especially when the cabbie is none other than Dwayne Johnson aka the Rock.

Props to Disney for trying to make $.
Boo to Disney for rehashing the same material - nothing will beat the 1975 version - nothing.