Obsessions

Happy 75th anniversary, Alta.

Got the tweet, made the mental note, picked up your 4.2% beer the day I landed. Because I get so stoked on something I kind of obsess. Like, to drink the 75th anniversary beer somehow means I'm flirting with Alta in a dark corner of a smoky bar with a light buzz and Alta leaning in closer, touching my knee, seducing me with furtive glances.


Kind of like how I bought Julia Mancuso's boy shorts when I read about her lingerie line "Kiss My Tiara". Not the seduction part I mean, the obsession. I want to be a world class skier with long brown hair who surfs in the off season, rips across Squaw and has the spunk to sport a tiara on the podium. Owning the undies makes me feel....that much closer to supergirl, kick ass skier stardom.


Or when I got Jonny Moseley's shirt and action figure as a gift one year because I was (am) obsessed with Jonny. Hello, dinner roll? My greatest Jonny stalking still remains my Christmas card from 2002 when I accosted him after the Giants clinched the NLDS and he graced my holiday card with the note "Seasons Greetings from me and Jonny Moseley". Jonny, if you ever stumble across this, I swear I'm just a normal girl living vicariously through your nontraditional lifestyle, sweet ski style and freaky spiky hair.

Dave Grohl? I LOVE. You're my profile pic in my company directory. I've got your birthday noted on my calendar. (TMI?) Someone once asked if you were my husband - a top ten day at the office that day. If I could get away with wearing my hair how you do every day it would be nirvana. Ha. Get it? Nirvana? No, seriously, LOVE DAVE GROHL. You live your life, you acknowledge how lucky you are, you give a balls out concert and you're hot without seemingly trying. I have several Foo shirts, I'm not ashamed to admit. Makes me feel more rocker-y. FOO!


And last but not least, Subaru. My vehicular obsession. I raced Ironman Canada based on Subaru being the sponsor, once the rest of North America had sold out to Ford and of course, because I'm obsessed with Canada. I've only ever owned Subarus. I've sent pictures and stories for your advertising campaigns (all rejected, I might note, which you'll regret when I make it big one day as a writer given the total kickass gravitational pull of this blog). I've taken photos with each of my Subarus on the last day of our relationships. I mean, just saying Subaru makes you smile, right? Subaroooooo! LOVE. You stand for adventure, sports gear packed in the back, a crash pad on a rainy camping trip, freedom, the outdoors, oil leaks, dirt, mud, minimal horsepower, drinking a beer under an open tailgate beneath a full moon and of course, snowy, AWD mountain journeys.

Obsessions? Yeah, I've got 'em. And these are only the biggies. More to come.

Happy Anniversary, Alta!

Comments

Patty said…
I love you Sammie...you make me smile, smile big.
Andrea said…
hello...a new month has started...can you please post something. thank you.
love, your loyal readers

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