Tuesday, September 4, 2007
I remember first going water-skiing around 12. My parents had won a water-skiing trip at a church "auction" raising money for the youth. My puny little muscles couldn't get me up. A couple years later my uncle bought a boat. We went to the lake a couple times each summer (good memories with friends growing up). I favored riding the tube. One time I finally got up on water skis. I can't even remember when the momentous occasion was.
We went to Lake Anna on Saturday, and even pregnant, I still have it...well, sort of. Remember when I got tagged? I mentioned I have a strange attachment to my body? I am by no means a dare-devil when it comes to water-skiing. Please, go slow, please, don't go over the wake...you see where I'm going. Well, apparently that chickenness (new word) intensifies when I'm pregnant.
The kids loved the boat, although Little Man missed riding the tube because he fell asleep. Before he feel asleep, he just wanted to keep jumping out of the boat into the water every time we stopped. He is fearless. Boo had a great time on the tube with her Aunt Jeannie and Cousin E.
I love Lake Anna. The only other place I have ever attempted to water ski was in Utah. Okay, so I couldn't even get out from under the blanket and off the boat. It was freezing. I prefer to be warm in water--even if it is heated by the nuclear plant nearby. What a way to end the summer.
Posted by Jules at Tuesday, September 04, 2007