I am the ground - Paulina.

Ladies and Gentlemen,
Today, I went skiing.
I'm not going to lie, I didn't really want to, but it was one of those things about which I thought, "Jennie, just go and you know you'll end up happy that you went." I'm so wise....and correct.
It was a good time. Sure, now it hurts to be in any position, and I have bruised cankles, but it was great fun.
Because I did not expect to go, I had to wear a hodge podge of winter clothing from around my house including a fair amount of neon. Also, I do not and have never like using poles while skiing, so needless to say, I may have been the most awkward looking skier up there...ok posing with my hands behind my back and pelvis forward while speeding down the hill added to my motif, but I mean, if you're going to be awkward, why not go all the way? Am I right, or am I right.
Anyway, I went with my Dad, a handle of his man friends from Church, and my sister Paulina. They occasionally had to stop and wait for me to come flailing down the hill, and later told me that they ought to call me the "Haleighluia Girl" because of how I would fling my arms up in such a matter on a whim. I told them it had nothing to do with lack of balance or the fact that I didn't always see a jump before I hit it.
Oh, don't be mistaken. I'm not a wretched skiier. Maybe I've only gone twice in about 5-7 years, but I can hold my own and almost kept up with all those ol' speed demons today.
Until next time, discover that the faster and more out of control you ski, the faster and louder you talk to yourself. I do.