Skiing vs. Snowboarding

There has always been a large amount of tension between the two types of snow sports. I am a skier and I understand both sides of the stories because I have many snowboarding friends. The view of the skiers is that all snowboarders are inconsiderate teenagers who don't understand the rules of the slopes. The view of the snowboarders is that skiers are filthy rich and snotty nose who get in their way of having fun. Now there is a certain amount of humor among friends where one may do the opposite than the other, but they all feel the tension. Thing about these two sports is that they are so very similar. Each athlete is sliding down a snow-covered mountain on a sliding object. Difference is that snowboarders use one and skiers use two. THAT'S IT! So next time you are skiing and you want to make an ugly face or finger for that matter, don't. Also, if you're snowboarding down and you think it would be funny to watch someone do a yard sale after you cut them off, please refrain. With a little consideration, these differences can be worked through by the next generation of snow athletes.

Moms

“Because I said so!” Every mother and daughter comes together in memories of these four words. They are pretty scary and are used in deep times of angst. I feel them reoccurring when the mother does not have a comeback to why her daughter should not do a certain thing while it is perfectly normal. She feels a little too overprotective. You may also recognize the fact that the words are overly used at bedtime when the mother bird needs a rest from the deep, long snores made by the father bird. Besides those instances, the mother finds herself embarrassing to her children on numerous occasions. Many times you may hear her yelling in the public bathroom “Wow honey, you really had to go.” She may scream at the top of her lungs while you’re in the school parking lot “Don’t forget to buy some tampons! You used up all the ones at home!” My favorite is when she walks into the cafeteria where you’re hanging out with your friends and says “Come on pumpkin, you have got to get home so you have time to take your bath.” Thing is, I like having my mom around to embarrass me. You might find it peculiar, but she makes it so I’m not too popular and I don’t get involved with the wrong crowd. She’s my security blanket and the one I talk to and tell everything to.

Dads

I still do not exactly understand how these creatures operate, but I try to do my best. They always seem to say that it is YOU that they trust, but they do not trust every other person on the planet. I have to control myself at sometimes and remind myself that I am still his little girl. Although when I try to tell him to remember what he was like when he was my age, he makes my curfew even earlier. The specific father that I control has bought an alarm system so that whenever a door or window has been touched, the alarm tells you exactly where and when that door or window was opened to the dangerous, outside world. Pretty clever, isn’t he! Somehow a dad will believe that going to the movies on a Friday night with the girls is like asking to become molested. Whenever I mention that all of my friends are going or doing something, he never seems to forget that corny, old saying that ‘if my friends jumped off a bridge, would I?’ I always want to come back and say, NO! If my friends jumped off a bridge, they’d be dead. Why would I want to do the same things as a dead person? Or for that matter, why would I want to be as cool as them if they were dead. No one I have spoken to and inquired these specifics has given me an answer. I conclude that nobody was thinking when they made it up. I have to hold in all my hateful words so I am not portrayed as disrespectful. I’m going through a hard learning process as teenager and I know he is too as a daddy. Deep down I know he is doing the right thing for me, even though it’s hard.

Clothing sizes

During junior high and high school, the size of your clothes seem to grow larger. I have always been known as a small girl and my drastic size changes is pretty dramatic. "We are growing ladies and this is supposed to happen to us. " These claims don't sooth my stress. Every day I tell myself I do not want to look like the stupid models in magazines and on TV shows. They have been airbrushed so many times that they don't even resemble their normal selves. Did you know that if Barbie was a real person, she would be so enormously unhealthy she couldn't possibly live. I do have to remind myself that I am a normal human being. I feel like I need to remind some other people that there is no need for them to starve themselves to get attention. Besides the fact, guys don't exactly like girls that are stick skinny. Guys on the other hand . . . well I'll talk about that area of confusion on another day.