3rd Moon of Earth Chronicles: Tiny Little Fractures

Hi! I know that I wasn't supposed to get back from Angelfire until tomorrow afternoon, but here I am.

I must admit- That is the least amout of skiing I've ever done on a skiing trip. Here's what happened.:
We arrived in Angelfire at about 10:30PM local time (11:30 here), unloaded, and went to bed.
The next morning (Saturday), we went to get our skis, but since my dad was feeling really sick, he decided not to even try to ski. We went to the slopes and skiied until lunch time (I only went down 3 times). After lunch, I was feeling really lethargic (I couldn't even will myself to get off the couch to get a drink), so I took a nap while Gracie and Jodi went back to ski some more. When they came back, we had an early dinner. Then all of us (my parents, Jodi, Gracie, and I) watched The March of the Penguins. My dad was still really, really sick, and my mom was starting to get really worried. He had a fever and his pulse was 120 (for comparison, my resting pulse is usually around 65-70). He had actually started coming down with something a week ago, and that probably put him at risk for pulmonary edema from the altitude. He kept insisting my mom just take him to a hotel in Cimmaron (or however you spell it), but she didn't want to split us up. So we decided to pack up and leave. My mom tried to get ahold of the Schaeffers, but couldn't, so she called the Allisons. Uncle David and John helped us pack up the car and said they would return our skiis for us. They offered to let me stay with them, which I'm sure Heather would've liked, but I could only see it complicating things, so I stuck with my family. (Heather, to make up for it, I'm going to do something special for you. :3) Anyway, I tried to sleep, but that stupid truck is extemely uncomfortable. Even so, I tried drift in and out of sleep because I was so tired. We finally got home at about 12:30 this morning. After we unloaded the truck, we all went right to sleep.

So, that's my story. Also, on the way there and back my mom told us some funny (and true) stories. I don't remember the first time I went skiing. I was only 1 at the time (okay, to be honest, I was a month away from being 2 years old.) My mom had a funny story about that.

Now for a new topic. I swam for an hour earlier. For lack of any better ideas, I did one of the super sprint sets (I can never remember which is which. It was the one with the 50s). Yeah. I had the pool all to myself so it was nice. Plus, the water was the perfect temperature. Not too hot or too cold. ^_^

I'm quite excited. Why? Because I'm getting Adobe Photoshop! Yay! I'm going to use a site I found over the summer to learn how to use it. (Her tutorials will teach me what I want to do.) I must say, Jessica Peffers' art is absolutely stunning. Check it out- Neon Dragon Art.com
Anyway, I intend to use it for that English project. This is going to be so fun. :3 Finally, I can color pictures without lousy colored pencils. And if I ever get good enough (it's gonna take practice), I might get a Deviant Art account. That would be awesome.
Now, why haven't I done this before? Three reasons: