Life's a beach (but they don't close ski resorts in snowstorms)

I seem to think it's funny that everybody decides what they want to do with their life BEFORE they go to college, when I finished college and I still don't know. I say, "Oh, I'll major in English because I like reading and I want to be a writer someday." But then you find out that writing is more of a hobby than a career. Unless you're Snooki. Then you can be a writer. But Snooki A) did not go to college, B) is in fact illiterate, C) was mad at her boss for not wanting to shotgun a beer with her while they were working, and finally D) thought that lobsters ate worms. But no, she totally deserves to have a couple of books being sold worldwide.

I'm just saying, life is hard when you're completely lost. Lost and NOT famous for a ridiculous show, that is. Because the degenerates that are on the Jersey Shore are the most lost people I've ever seen. But it all works out for them because they are somehow famous now.

Walking into automatic doors and having them NOT open doesn't help much either. It doesn't exactly help my coolness points. I think we may be up to about five. Out of one hundred.

So Modern Family is on every Wednesday night, and we always watch it on the couch as a family. I went into my sister Sally's room to simply ask if she was coming to watch it. And she says:

"Yeah. I just didn't want to go in there because Dad was eating chips."

And then all I can really say is, "Oh, was he being gross about it?"


Because my dad eating chips sounds like a horse trying to eat a watermelon. Just gross.

I remember one time, on Schroeder's 18th birthday, we decided we wanted to go to Waterville Valley to snowboard all day. And of course, like all other days we choose to snowboard, there was a huge snow storm. It wasn't supposed to start until the afternoon, so we decided to still go, and maybe leave the mountain early, say around three instead of four. So it's early in the morning, and my parents were trying to tell us not to go, but we were NOT caving. And plus, it would be awesome, getting a snow storm while you're on the mountain. It was right before we walked out the door that my dad says this:

"They're probably gonna close the mountain."

Okay. So not only do ski resorts stay open during actual snow storms, but they actually get EXCITED for the new snow. We joked around about it for the three hour ride there, and we laughed about how I said "Dad, that's probably the dumbest thing I've ever heard" and walked out the door. So we get there, the mountain is basically ours because nobody wanted to come out in that weather. At about 3pm we decide to get an early start on the ride home. And it is here that we realize that the drive home might take a while. To make a very long story short, what should have taken 3 hours to get home, it actually took 6. It was probably because we had to drive 20 mph from New Hampshire to Middleboro. But anyway, we rolled in about 9:15 pm and acted like it was the best day ever. Which it was. Just not the driving. But we couldn't let them know that. Because that would mean that they won.

But nonetheless, we came home and let my dad know that the ski resort did NOT close due to SNOW.

Watch that video and laugh.



Or laugh at this. This is where she sat the entire time I wrote this.
Cats. Love. Me.

-Jenny