This picture for me speaks volumes. My one brother is about to pop his balloon and probably shove it
up his nose. My mom? I'm not sure what she's doing, perhaps looking for a crawlspace in the ceiling
where she can curl up and hide? My other brother is batting a balloon with a hockey stick. That's
right a hockey stick, which will most likely come crashing down on the skull of the baby. And
Here' s another shot that I think best defined my life. I'm the middle one staring at the camera with deer in the headlight eyes. Doesn't it just look like I'm pleading, "Dear God, make me a bird so I can fly far, far, far away from here."
But, here's the incident that I think put me over the edge.
Everyone in the neighborhood flocked to our house when the snowfall hit. Big sloping hills—a hefty one that cascaded into a smaller slope which brought the sledder racing down to the edge of our vast property. Our yard ended at the split log fence, the fence that separated the river from the Jihadists and me .
I remember my brothers positioning me on the sled, face-down, setting me up well and good to head down that mountainous hill on that wooden sled.
And I have to say, my choking fear quickly dissipated as we zoomed along, on a trail filled with that kind of cupcake frosting snow, glittering icicles and views of the majestic Rockies on all sides of us.
It wasn't until our tour guide stopped to show us where we headed that my fear clutched at my throat with its powerful vise. We thought he was kidding when he pointed at the mountain peak towering over us at 14,000 feet.
Here is video of our snow mobile gang up there. I apologize for the wind and the shaky iPhone video. As you can tell, from the way we are holding hands, it was rather slippery treacherous up there. My Hubby is speaking to my daughter, the college girl who didn't get to go because of finals, as he's narrating.
We just wanna be heard
Disappearing every day
Without so much as a word
Wanna grab a hold
Of that little songbird
Take her for a ride
To the top of the world
Posted by Joann Mannix at 2:12 PM