Wednesday, February 6, 2008

Texans and Sledding don't mix


Some people from church, including our esteemed youth pastor Brian, went sledding today (while the rest of us worked). Many observed and were amused by Brian's lack of proper attire, relative difficulty navigating the upward climbs of the sledding hill, inability to cruise smoothly, and less than graceful stopping form (as evidenced by the above picture). Yes, those are sweatpants he is wearing. I think he was wearing slippers on his feet. The jacket must have been borrowed.

We love our Brian...even if his Texasness prohibits him from functioning well in such conditions.

8 comments:

Hough said...

Who knew snow could be so cold. It always looked fluffy and soft on TV growing up. What is really sad is your buffalo boys and this Texas boy have the same amount of sledding experience. They have taken to it much quicker though.

Mark Davis said...

When you're the Youth Pastor, isn't sledding part of the gig? I thought Brian had a cool idea to post sledding times and locations on the youth blog.

It's funny, but despite being born in the sunny south, Charlie has taken to the cold weather very well. He doesn't seem to mind it much, and will even stay out for extended periods in 10-20 degree weather. On the flip side, when it's 90+ outside, he's good for about 1/2 an hour outside, and then he heads for the A/C.

Julia, also born down south, admitted to her grandmother this week that she officially does NOT like the cold anymore. She's never been much for the cold, anyway. On our first trip to Colorado, back when Julia was about five or six, we drove to the top of Mt. Evans. Even in June, the top was covered in snow. She got out to touch real snow for the first time in her life, and promptly fell in it. She told us, "I like the snow, but only the warm kind." Same goes for Brian, I think.

Becca and Trina both like the cold pretty well, as long as the fun holds up. If they get wet, or they have to wait for a sled run for more than a minute or two, they're through with it, and head inside for hot chocolate.

Shelly and I are split. I like the cold more than the heat, and try not to go out except in the cool and cold months. She on the other hand stays inside in the winter, and heads out when it gets hot.

AJF said...

Mark, it is definitely part of the youth pastor gig...but the other part is me razzin' him endlessly (mostly out of jealousy thinking back to the fun fellowship times I had with the youth...those were the days- Now I'm a "geezer" to the youth).

Frontier Forest said...

Yes, attire is very important, especially on the ski slopes. And that just reminded me to contact Scott Creecy! We are leaving next Friday for the slopes of Angel Fire, New Mexico! Skiing for me and vino and reading for Cheri. Last Lord’s Day, Cheri had the audacity to suggest that I ask to borrow Elder Scott Creecy’s ski jacket. I didn’t think much of her comment so she took the initiative to seek permission from Carmen. For some unknown reason just in the last couple of years, it seems my 1984 original has shrunk a great deal?

Hough said...

Why bother qualifying geezer to the youth? Your a Geezer, plain and simple.

AJF said...

Who's the leading points man on RPC United?

Phantom495 said...

Not all of us Texans are inept at sledding, ya know! I even know how to dress for it! Woody, are you still using the long skis? Tony, don't that young whippersnapper call you a geezer!

Frontier Forest said...

Funny story about long skis. I dragged my old 210mm Kessler’s with me from Oklahoma back in 88. Hadn't skied since Cheri and I got married on the top of the gondola lift at Keystone back on 2/17/90. But in 2005 we made a winter trip to Angel Fire with some friends for another round of snow and cold. Before leaving KC, I decided to take my old skis in to be tuned. When I walked into Sitzmark Sports carrying those very long, ancient relics, the ski-tech took one look at me and arrogantly commented, “You’re not really going to ski on those things are you?” My comment, “Look, just tune them. At my age, I am not real concerned about how I look on the slope.” Needless to say, this was just the first of many sarcastic comments yet to come my way on the trip. By the way, I left my old skis at a ski shop on the mountain. I told the owner to give them away or put them over his mantel for an antique. Scott, at the 50% off sale at Sitzmark at the end of the snow season of 05, I bought the new hyperbolic’s. Really sweet!