Month: February 2025

This week I made shrimp tacos for dinner.

I put Dad’s in an air-fryed bell pepper rather than a tortilla.

On Tuesday night, I was supposed to go Nordic skiing with Jameson and then to see Dogman. He got a stomach bug Monday night and couldn’t go. I went anyway. No way was I missing Dogman. We got there early so we could get a couch.

I had a delicious cheeseburger and cajun tater tots. I’d never had a tater tot before. They’re OK.

On Valentine’s Day, which is also my half birthday, I asked to go to The Great Greek to celebrate.

I had the gyro plate.

For dessert, I had chocolate-covered strawberries.

I used ChatGPT to make my Valentine’s Day cards for school. Last month we listened to “Into Thin Air” on the ride to and from the mountain – piquing my interest in Mt Everest. When it came time to make a Valentine I decided it should have Mt Everest and prayer flags, but the prayer flags should be hearts. I tried making it myself. It was coming along OK, but then Dad suggested I try ChatGPT. I just entered image with Mt. Everest with prayer flags and then when I got that, I asked it to add hearts to the prayer flag and voila:

On Saturday, I skied with my team and on Sunday I went for a tour with The Bigs. This sign was, in the fall, very high on the tree. It will soon be buried. They are calling for 28+ inches of snow in the next few days.

This week I prepared a charcuterie board for dinner. The Bigs questioned if this was really making dinner, but they sure did enjoy it. We had toasted nuts, smoked salmon, prosciutto, olive tapenade with seed crackers, crudités, and cheese.

Speaking of cheese, I discovered these marinated mozzarella balls at Costco. So good, I eat them right from the container in copious quantities.

Friday night was Desert Sky Montessori’s skate night. I had a blast.

The Mother was so happy there was a fire pit. It’s been very cold and snowy in Bend lately.

My Christmas gift from Auntie Cheryl was a USB microscope. I LOVE it and look at magnified images of all kinds of weird things. Today the subject was…a favorite of mine…a twenty dollar bill.

I had downhill training on Saturday. It was snowing. The lift broke when I was on it. The Bigs looked like glazed donuts. It was quite a day and there were no pictures because there was no way The Mother was taking her hand out of her glove!

Sunday morning was COLD…on the drive up the thermometer said 3! It was early, we had to be at the mountain for a 7:30 am cross country race start., so we were hoping it would warm up with sunrise. This was my first year doing The Great Nordeen. The Mother and I did the 18 kilometer (~10 miles) race and Dad did the 30 kilometer (18.6 miles).

Given the race length, The Mother thought she was going to have to provide encouragement to help me finish. Incorrect. I took off like someone was chasing me and never looked back. I passed adults, I tucked, I didn’t slow down until the finish … while The Mother made an all out effort to keep up!!!

The Mother almost forgot she did the race and should be in the picture too.

Here are the race results. The more observant of you will notice I’m listed as being 12. It is possible that 9 year olds were not eligible to race, but The Bigs chose not to ask. So, I raced as a 12 year old. 5th place against much older kids indicates they should let 9 year olds compete if they are The Emmett (which The Bigs knew).

Afterwards I had a celebratory kombucha and ginger molasses cookie at Thump.

For some reason, we didn’t have school on Friday. The Bigs had to work. Luckily Jameson’s dad had the day off and he decided to take us skiing – and it was a powder day!

J’s dad is way cooler than The Bigs … he took us for pizza after a long day on the slopes.

The next day I had ski training with MBSEF, but before we started for the day, they had the awards ceremony for last week’s race. Here I am getting my first place medal.

While The bigs were skiing, they found the Bill Healy shrine. He founded Bachelor and there was a big celebration for his 100 th birthday last week…the shrine was probably part of the celebration.

On Sunday, Jameson and I were supposed to go backcountry skiing but the equipment he borrowed didn’t end up working out, so I got stuck with The Bigs.

Dad and I took turns ‘hucking a cornice’.

And we did a bunch of laps in the new snow.

We skied until The Mother got too tired and started crashing.

We tried one new meal this week, cauliflower shawarma with Lebanese slaw and Israeli salad and a Zhug sauce.