Sudoko and Skiing

Tonight I joined the ranks of all you smart people. I finally successfully completed a round of Sudoku (which I consider to be the game of geniuses worldwide). It all happened after putting the Brain Age game in my Nintendo DS for the second time since October (I am really working my brain hard here, obviously) and after trying it and wanting to chuck my DS against the room, it finally happened. The miracle of Sudoku found its way to me and the numbers unjumbled in front of my eyes and BAM (like Emeril throwing seasoning into a pan) it was done! After high fiving J, and resisting the urge to run into the street to share the awesomeness that is my brain with all of my neighbors (whom I don't even know and who would probably just think I was deranged as I stood on their porch babbling about Sudoku, Nintendo DS and geniuses at 11:30pm) I put the game down and truly drank in the moment. I finally solved a Sudoku puzzle. Now when I see people with their big, fat Sudoku puzzle books sitting at the local coffee shop, I will no longer believe that they are sitting there smug with the thought that they are better than all those who could not solve these little boxes of number glory, I will now look at them and see that they are trying to ward off alzheimer's as long as they possibly with fun puzzle stimulus.

Oh, who am I kidding, I will still believe that they sit there and think that they are better than everyone else who can't figure the puzzle out, but now I will be part of their ranks and we can think we are better together. Muh ha ha. Taking over the world one Sudoku puzzle at a time.

On another note....to all of you people who have asked me to go skiing or snowboarding in the past and always told me that it was completely safe (even though I have enough problems walking across an ice patch let alone strapping smooth board attachments to my feet and sending me down a hill) look at what happened to poor Natasha Richardson this week. She was on a Beginners hill, taking lessons with a professional (who, I am assuming, was not drunk like my peeps that would be who would be "teaching" me (i.e. laughing and pointing as I fell and couldn't get up)), fell, bumped her head and DIED. I stand vindicated in my believes that skiing or any snow sport is deadly. And I soooo like living way better than I would probably ever like skiing or snow boarding, so never harass me again about not participating in your reindeer games.