Something like an Olympian?

We went skiing a couple of weeks ago, and after finishing 4 or 5 green runs (the easiest hills) with my husband and two boys, sister and brother-in-law, we went in for lunch.

Before I proceed, I’d like to point some things out:

1.  My sister is an awesome skier.

2.  My brother-in-law is a smooth riding snowboarder.

3.  My husband and the boys are emerging from the beginner category.

4.  And, I, in the olden days, used to be pretty good.  Now, I just try to copy my sister.

Having said the previous, I’ll move on to the following delusion that overcame me.

Every time I go skiing, I wear the same thing.  Hand-me-downs and gifts that I’ve received over the years.  A purple and white jacket (gift), the warmest ski/boxing gloves ever (hand-me-down), helmet (rental), ski boots (rentals), ski socks (stolen from my husband years ago and now are close to reaching the holes in the heels stage), 15-year-old white and grey wool sweater with two of the original seven buttons (kind of like an old robe you’ll never get rid of), a black thermal shirt (gift) and navy blue, sort of shiny, ski pants (hand-me-down.)

It is the ski pants that caused a stir.



So, it was as I emerged from my bathroom stall after lunch, clomping to the sink in my ski boots (have you EVER done that?  Going to the bathroom while in your ski clothes is quite possibly the WORST thing about the whole outing.), that a thought briefly crossed my mind.

Feeling safe that none of the people in the bathroom had actually seen me ski, and knowing that “USA 2002” was emblazoned across my left thigh, and visible for all in the bathroom to see, I thought slyly…maybe they think I was actually in the Olympics!

WHOA!  Then reality came screaming at me from the mirror.

No, there is actually NO way that ANYONE would think I might have ever skied in the Olympics.

It is possible that they thought I did some successful post Olympic 2002 dumpster diving though.

What’s your opinion?  Be honest.  If you really might have been convinced, even for a brief second, that I was an Olympian, please let me know.  And, if not, it won’t hurt my feelings any more than looking at myself in the mirror did.

–  The Goat Cheese Lady


P.S.  No laughing, please.

About The Goat Cheese Lady

I am Lindsey. At first I was a city girl. Growing up, the closest thing I had to farm animals were a cat and a cockatiel. In 2009, Herbert (my husband) and I bought our first milk goat and I instantly became an urban farmgirl, attempting to balance city and farm life..before I knew “urban homesteading” was a thing. That’s when we began The Goat Cheese Lady Farm, hence The Goat Cheese Lady blog you’re visiting now. After moving to the country in 2014, I embarked on life as a rural farmgirl. We continued teaching farm and cheesemaking classes, raising more goats and began construction on our cheese creamery. But life had other plans and in 2017, we decided that, due to financial and health issues, we had to close the farm for business. No more classes, no more creamery, a lot less milking. We went back to off farm jobs, I as an Occupational Therapist, Herbert in construction with his business, D&A Home Remodeling. At that point, I made a silent promise to myself that I would corral my entrepreneurial mind and focus on a job for a year. Well, it has been a year and I am back. Not to classes, cheese, soap or lotion, but back to writing. I love it. I’m not sure where it will lead me, but that’s where I’m starting. I’ll continue to write as The Goat Cheese Lady for now, and whatever the future holds, I’ll let you know. Our two boys are 14 and 11 and continue to be louder than my sister and I ever were. We have two dogs, Montaña and Flash, a cat, Jumpy, a flock of chickens and three goats. Yes, we still have Lucy, the goat who helped us start it all and was milked by over 1,000 people. She’s retired but still the boss. Chocolate provides enough milk for our family with some to spare for the dogs. Soccer friends, school friends, coyotes and mice are frequent visitors. There are way too many flies and every so often we see an owl. I’m glad you’re here. Sometimes you’ll laugh out loud, other times you’ll be inspired to appreciate the small things. My hope is that, over your morning cup of coffee or your afternoon work break, you’ll enjoy the antics and inspiration that are my daily life. Lindsey
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10 Responses to Something like an Olympian?

  1. marianne says:

    you are so darn cute it doesn’t even matter!

  2. The Sister says:

    I’d like for you to tell the story about the other ski pants!

  3. Judy Jones says:

    We have a collection of autographs from famous sports figures.  May we have yours?

    JJ and Jean

  4. Sharon Chapple says:

    I lov ya your my kind of lady ,I think your so funny and you have made my day .must come and meet you .should right a book .have a fun day I ski like you ,wish I had those pants I would walk around showing off.amore cheese lady

  5. Melina Bush says:

    I do WAY too much thrift store shopping to take a logo seriously!

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