RollerBlades

Last night I was at Walmart and I saw a cart-boy in rollerblades.  I thought, "Hey that's not a bad idea". Then my next thought was, "Kim Ram...".  I laughed out loud just thinking about it.

A few weeks ago when I was in Vegas, we were craving a good rollerblading session.  Suzie, Kim, and I strapped on our blades and rode off into the night.

So the church next to the temple has a really good hill.  I was assuming everyone agreed on this hill so I turned and headed straight down it with Kim right by my side.  I'm thinking somewhere at the top of that hill she changed her mind because she started swinging her arms around and yelling, "Jill!  Help me! I can't stop!"   By that time she was reaching for the back of my shirt and I was yelling, "Don't hold onto me!" while simultaneously utilizing my rollerblading skills to dodge her reach.  We struggled for a few seconds.  Then I hear a slap on the pavement and I knew I had escaped.

The rest of the way down the hill I hear Kim groaning/laughing/crying and I can't help but laugh so hard!  I know it's not what a best friend should do but I just got this thing...  I laugh at things like rollerblading crashes.  I get to the bottom of the hill and look up.  In the moonlight, I see Kim's legs up in the air and Suzie still zig zagging her way down at the top of the hill.  She wasn't takin' any chances. I could hardly stand there I was laughing so hard.  I made my trek back up the hill to see what the damages were.

Poor Kimmy!  She had a big raspberry on her bum/hip, 2 on her knees, and 1 on her elbow.  I guess we weren't giving her enough sympathy because as soon as we walked back in my house she yelled, "Neil!  I'm hurt!" Hahaha  Suzie and I were cracking up.  She doesn't know that my dad isn't very sympathetic either. He did his best though.  We walked in and he was checking out the injuries. What a good dad. Suzie and I cleaned and bandaged up our little friend and the rest of the night was spent recovering (well... we managed to slip a little Zumba in).

Moral of the story is:  Don't panic at the top of a hill when you are rollerblading.  Just go straight and hope you don't hit a rock. Or...check your brakes before you do anything dare devilish.