Happy "Use Even If Seal Is Broken" day, tators! So, take that risk and dig in! Life ain't worth living if you do not live it on the edge!
Well, tators my husband is not the man of steal, I thought he was and this was proven this weekend.
So, let's dive right in, shall we?!
As many of you know, Carl-E and I rock climb both the plastic man-made walls that will never ever disintegrate and inhabit our landfills long after we are dust, and the natural walls so artistically sculpted by Mother Nature's own delicate hand. This weekend, Carl-E and I packed the x5 and headed to Tennessee to climb. We were so ecstatic because we were going to climb for a whole weekend. Last time we were scheduled to climb a whole weekend, Margerine decided to stay, oh an extra 6 days and that plan was shot to H-E-double hockey sticks!
Anywho...
It was colder than a witch's boobie, and the first route was murderous. The rock was frozen, as in ice, ice, baby! Now, when you climb, gloves are a "No! No!" because you need to feel the rock. But, I was not feeling much because my fingers were frozen like yummy-in-your-tummy cream sickles. Now, if this was how the day was going to go, I was not going to be a willing participant! Our guide must of sensed my displeasure (Note: Or, it could of been the fact that I kept repeating how I could not feel anything below my wrists!)
So...
We moved to a wall that was in the glorious sunshine! It was still cold (NOTE: It was only 32 out), but no where near as sub-zero as the other wall. We commenced to climb, and I did quiet well, I must say. We were on our next to last route; a real bee-otch! It has a really hard start and a dozy of a 20 foot vertical crack. I tried, but the wall kicked my Jersey tush! I went about 3/4 quarters of the way up the crack and ran out of go-go juice. Carl-E was next.
The light is near...
So, Carl-E is struggling to get past the first 15 feet of the wall. The start of this route is as mean as a pack of 13 year-old girls. At one part you have to stem the wall; in tator terms: Imagine, if you will, a corner were two sides of a wall meet, you put one leg on side of the wall, and straddle the other leg to the other side of the wall, so you look like you are doing a split. Now, Carl-E is not that flexible, and stemming is not on his list of fav things to do. But, tators I tell you I was so impressed with his stemming. I had never seen him so flexible, and then Carl-E fell like Humpty Dumpty!
Almost to the end...
When we lowered him down, Carl-E was yelling that he broke his leg. "Oh S*&T!" I was thinking. But then, we realized that his popped his knee out. It looked like someone put a grapefruit under his skin! Our guide popped it back in. Now, Carl-E is on couch duty for a week, and we cannot go to Helen Ellen's for Turkey day.
Well, I did not really want to go to her house, so if I look on the bright side of things, now I do not have to; YIPPY!
Whistle while you twork!
And, I out!
Oh, for thoes of you that will be consuming large amount of food with family that you loath more than the OBGYN, please do not get PRE-WASTED.
Pre-wasted:
Attempting to just have a couple drinks in the spirit of simply preparing one's self for a possible uncomfortable situation, but instead getting completely tankedbefore even leaving for your in-laws.
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