head over heels..

That's how I felt about my vacation to Steamboat, CO last week. Mostly because I fell head over heels in love with the little town and snow-filled mountains. Comically because if you've ever seen me snowboard (and I promise I'm pretty good!) then you know I often fall head over heels face first into the snow.

Something about snowboarding transforms me into someone completely different than I am here in Houston. Even my brand names change..

I trade my..
burberry for burton
tiffany's bracelets for gloves
seven jeans for spider pants
faux-haux hair-do for a helmet
flip flops and 4-inch heels for snowboarding boots
and most importantly..
my pushup bra for an extra layer of thermals

I also learned a few things (and undoubetdly took notes for this here blog)..

It's not the best use of your God-given assets to flick someone off when you're wearing mittens. You might as well flick off Stevie Wonder..THEY CAN'T SEE IT.

It's beyond impossible to tell if someone is cute all bundled up in snowgear. You never know what's under that beanie or helmet..a little girl with ponytails or a cute guy with dread locks (as if that even exists).

It complete contradiction to my last statement, mountains play host to a large group of hot guys. They either breed them in snow towns or have a shuttle directly importing them to the lifts.

Surprisingly enough, I get along quite well with snowboard instructors. :)

Call me a Board Snob...if I see a cute guy I instinctively look at their boots to see (and hope) they are snowboarding boots rather than antique ski boots. I do the same thing at the beach..a boogie board is not equivalent to a surfboard. No way, no how, no sir. So here is my feeble attempt at a universal apology to the "lesser boarders" out there I may have looked down upon. It's a curse..I swear.

I'm always amazed to see people in their 20's, 30's, 40's and beyond learning to ski/snowboard. I often forget how blessed I've been to have such fun-loving, spoil-me-rotten parents.

I have the best parents in the world.
I have the best parents in the world.
I have the best parents in the world.
I have the best parents in the world.
Repeat.
Repeat.
Repeat.

And it's not such a hard-knock life to vacation to Puerto Rico and Colorado (and NY) within 2 weeks. Professional Vacationer, remember..

Here's a small clip of me boarding..not the best, but it's something.

.jl.