Evil Joy Speaks

Spawning the next generation of evil genius, one misadventure at a time

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That Tingle

An awareness. A tingle. The feeling when you’re connected to those you love and you know something is happening. From the hairs on the back of your neck to that feeling in the pit of your stomach. You know something is up.

I knew. I just knew. I also knew whatever was happening was something I couldn’t fix. I was instructing snowboarding on another mountain, and my family was all together. I refused to look at my phone during the short group break in the afternoon, knowing that the lesson was nearly over and whatever had my senses on fire would be waiting for me. I also doubted my intuition as I’d had a rough morning on the mountain – that turned into a fabulous afternoon – but still – I was unsettled.

My lesson ended. I sent my clients off and hustled back to the locker room. As soon as I was at my locker, I pulled out my phone. I saw a message that said, “Give me a call when you’re done for the day.” I was thankful for the zen nature of the text. Given the fact that between the six of us we’ve had; one broken wrist, arm, and elbow, a broken tailbone, concussions, a torn rotator cuff, broken shoulder pieces, a separated AC joint, and more bruises than one can count – that calm text kept me from freaking out.

One of my girls was injured. Her knee. I got to talk to her and she fell to pieces. I asked calmly was she in that much pain, sad, or just plain pissed off. Sobbing, she told me, “YES!” Day one of our week-long trip and she got hurt. At the backside of the third mountain on the resort she was riding. She was given amazing care and was kept comfortable by the patrollers who transported her the entire way to the front side where the medical facility is located. She’s doing better now, wearing a brace and using crutches.

What is that connection we as moms have? I can always feel when something if off. Is it just being perceptive? I was feeling terrible about the morning I’d had and was trying so hard to shake it off but right about the time my girl was hurt I just couldn’t let it go. I thought I was overthinking my morning and struggling with those events. But that wasn’t it at all and in my heart, I knew that.

This gift we have as parents to see and feel things about our children isn’t something I take lightly. I’ve been known to overreact (Me? Really?) but there are times I just know something is up. Even though she was 20 miles away in the middle of another mountain, I could sense it.

I hope she could feel the love I was sending out. I wasn’t sure where I was sending it but I knew those vibes and energy were needed. And I’m grateful it was a knee that needed it. She’ll heal and be back to her normal, crazy busy self sooner than later.

At the end of the day, we’re all here, together, safe, and warm. Although this trip isn’t going as planned, we’ll make lemonade out of lemons and have a blast. While a few of us were bemoaning sunburned lips, she put on chapstick and said, “Suckers – I won’t get burned this trip!” We are coming up with nicknames and right now “Crutch Girl” is in the running as a top contender.

I’ll keep that mom-spidey-intuition-sense-radar on the scanner option. Here’s hoping it doesn’t get triggered.

Tell me – do you know when things happen? Do you get that feeling? How does it affect you and those around you? I’d love to hear from you!

If You Take Joy to Ball…

If you take an Evil Joy to a Parent versus 10 year old Travel Team softball game…
She’ll want to play ball.

She’ll go up to bat and “Squeeeee!” as the ball flies past – (these young’uns throw fast and hard). On the next pitch, she’ll hit the ball.

When she hits the ball, Evil Joy will run to first while covering the back of her head because she’s afraid of the ball (with good reason).

Once she’s on base another parent will hit the ball. She’ll run to second base….

Or will she?

I ended up hop/skipping to the next base after a few steps. I felt my arch pop. Then start to cramp and hurt. I got to second base and stood there rotating my ankle and trying to stretch out my foot……..And told the girls’ coach I needed a runner – I was done for. I hopped to the stands and sat down. I peeled off my sock and shoe. And there was a dent in my arch. An honest to God dent. And a swollen area under it.

I sat for an hour with some of the parents and tried to roll it out on a cold water bottle. That hurt like a mother so I settled for resting the water bottle on my foot. I finally said “Uncle” asked Dr. Evil to take me to the ER.

I tried to walk to the car. HAHAHAHAHA! That was funny. I thought positive thoughts. I envisioned it happening. And was carried to the car by two awesome mamas on the team. Yes, two women hauled my arse to the car.

After several x-rays I was informed I have no broken bones and “Barbie Doll” feet. Now is is awesome – no broken bones – and hilarious “Barbie Doll” feet. I have feet the width of a howitzer. I wear a size 7 (barely – yes – I can wear children sized shoes) and have an extra, extra wide foot. With ridiculously high arches. I am going to carry the “Barbie Doll” feet thing to my grave as it’s the one and only time anyone has ever or will ever say that about my Fred Flintstone feet!

Next step…MRI. Had that mid-week. I’m not a huge fan of small spaces. But it went okay…and now….we wait.

Until 3:30 today. I will find out I’m just a weenie and will be fine in a few days. That’s what I’m going with. I will gladly wear the title of “Supreme Weenie” if it means I’ll be back to normal in a week or less.

The lesson here is…..

If you take Evil Joy to ball, eventually she’s going to end up at the emergency room.

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A Snowboarding we will go, A Snowboarding we will go….

Today was the fourth Sunday of Women’s College at Afton.  Women’s College is instruction for women, by women.  Like abilities are grouped and away we go.

I thought I was going to walk in and rock it.  Beginner – to me – means never having had any chance to snowboard.  Not having gone through Women’s College before and returning….sort of like those kids blowing the curve in calculus by taking calc 1 at university when they completed the course in high school.

I was schooled immediately.  And let me tell you – I sucked.  However, being the struggling student has its advantages – namely I basically get a three-hour private lesson.  And Instructor J is amazing – she’s patient – kind – tolerant – not easily frustrated – and an excellent teacher.  She was teamed with Instructor P to help a couple of us along.  She too is wonderful.

For whatever reason, I am finally able to put small things together and make it down the hill without a million and a half stops and falls.  Evil Fear likes to mess with my brain and I’m learning to stomp the crap out of my Evil Fear and make it take a hike….of a cliff….into the ocean…with riptides.  I admitted one of my biggest fears today – smooshing a little one.  There are all these tiny people skiing on the hills we are snowboarding on.  I weigh 4 or 5 times as much as them and I’m terrified of landing on one.  Instructors J and P finally got it through my head they will move.  They will get out of my way – or fall down.  It’s all good.

We walked out to one area – the Meadows – and worked there.  It was all good.  Then I got so freaking nervous it was paralyzing.  My classmate smacked her head getting off the chair lift.  Next we saw someone immediately after they had a terrible fall off the jumps – broken bones and bloody snow.  And I saw an ambulance.  Remember what those still do to me?  Then we saw the Medic People on the snowmobile pulling the gurney behind on the snow.

WTHeck!?!  My word – Instructor J is so patient – I talk a lot normally – but when I’m nervous – Holy Hell – I can’t stop talking.  At all.  Ever.  Poor woman.  And let me tell you one more thing – I’ve been crazy nervous since the first class.  In other words – I haven’t shut my pie hole the entire time!  I digress…

Made it through my Evil Fear…..I kept on keeping on.  I may have been tired and scared and made a number of mistakes….but I made it to the end of the trek we took from the Meadows back to the Alps.  I do okay going down a hill.  If I get stuck it takes me a bit to get over my Evil Fear and tell it to shut the front door but eventually I get up and get moving.  I even started learning something totally new today that I will practice this week – 360 Flat Turns – I think that’s what they’re called.  I’ve got 180 degrees of it down and sometimes a little more before I fall on my face ….. but I’ll get it.

I feel like I’ve accomplished something in a month.  I learned to

  • get on a chairlift…and get off…without falling down…most of the time…
  • how to stand up on a hill…while strapped onto a snowboard…(which is slippery and requires balance to a degree)….
  • J turns and garlands….
  • S turns…mine sort of look like Z’s – still working on that….
  • stopping….my favor thing to know how to do…

and…

I can do this.  I will continue to learn and improve.  I can do this.  I AM doing this.

Eldest Female Spawn and I having some girl time.....

Eldest Female Spawn and I having some girl time…..

EJ out – to use my new-found confidence to solve the next problem I find.

 

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