Thank Goodness, I Can Sleep Now

The are over.  I can actually get a full night of sleep unlike the last two weeks.  As I was staying up way past my bedtime night after night and then dragging myself to work in zombie-mode I kept wondering how in the hell I'm going to handle a baby who wakes up every 3 hours to be fed.  I can barely get myself together on 6 hours of sleep and boy am I a b!tch until I've had copious amounts of caffeine.  After the copious amounts of caffeine I'm totally useless because I'm clinging to the ceiling.  It's gonna' be fun.

I'm pretty excited for this week to be over as we're taking a mini-vacation with some friends to Cres.ted But.te.  It's a steep mountain so I don't know how much of it I'll be able to ski without having some kind of mental breakdown.  I have good skiing technique, but I'm a scaredy-cat and it drives S crazy sometimes.  Anyway, it'll be a great time for S because this year he's admitted that he's getting a little bored with in-bounds skiing.  This past weekend on a black run at Bea.ver Cree.k we passed an entrance into an Extreme run and S said, 'yeah, I've done that, wanna go?' The Extreme run in question noted that a section of pitch is 50 degrees (I flip out somewhere between 35 and 40) and it's narrow, and there's cliffs, and....need I go on?  He'll get a bit of a challenge out of this run I think: Like its movie-character namesake, Cre.sted Bu.tte’s steepest trail takes no prisoners. Once you commit to barreling down its 55-degree pitch, there’s no going back (unless, like many skiers, you make the hike of shame up the slope to retrieve lost gear). The only saving grace of this trail is its brevity—mercifully, it’s just 300 meters long. (Taken from Tr.avel and Le.isure )