Weekend ended on a fun note

Saturday was pretty dull - trekked the kids around, took the dog to the vet to get shots, and the way things were scheduled I didn't have a good stretch of time in which to work out, do grocery shopping, or anything of substance. It was just kind of a blah day. We had pizza for dinner and Amanda had a friend over, then I took her home.

On Sunday we went snowboarding and it was GORGEOUS!! It was about 35-40 degrees and sunny, and the snow was perfect. It wasn't too crowded, because now we're getting into late season. The kids and I took three runs together, then I knew they were itching to go off and do woods trails so I told them to go have fun. I took another 5-6 runs by myself and it was great - I was able to concentrate on my form, focus, and have fun. I really did improve that day, and I had a lot of fun. It was just so great to be outside in that wonderful weather, flying down the mountain, feeling the sun on my face and just having a blast. I only fell a few times but they weren't hard falls. I'm getting better. :) I wasn't even tired when we left - I could have kept going, which tells me that I was doing better and not having to work as hard at it, even though I was doing a harder trail. Cool.

Last night we watched the Hall of Fame inductions - Bruce and U2 are two of my all-time favorites. They were so cool together! I stayed up way past my bedtime to watch. Even Mike enjoyed the show - I think we have a new U2 fan.

Ironic, isn't it?

I haven't been here for a while. I just redesigned my blog, and read through some of the last posts that I had written here. Aside from the job issues, some of the stuff that I'm dealing with is still the same. Dad is still a big thorn in my side - I read the comments here and they are still relevant. I will never change him. I wish I could just let it go. I wish I could either play the part of the "good daughter" or tell him to go take a hike. I'm stuck in the middle and not happy with any of it. It's taking up too much of my energy and I'm honestly trying to work through it and get to the point of acceptance, but it's not easy. My therapist is convinced that this is where the anxiety is coming from. She's probably right. So if my father just went away then my anxiety would too...wouldn't that be nice. Sad, huh?