P. Divvy Thinks

Well, it's February, meaning that it's time to review January and decide what was my most ninja moment. By the way, I have told myself for years that I would one day have "rabid rabbit" be the very first thing I said when I woke up on the first of the month. It's supposed to give you a month long of prosperity or something, but it's almost impossible to achieve because usually the first thing to escape your lips is "@#$%ing alarm clock!" It's too bad that I managed to do this on the shortest month of the year.

Anyway, here are the contenders for P. Divvy's Ninja Moment of January 2010:

Ski fall
After a successful ski down the slope without falling down, I asked my bro, Thijs, how to take my skis off so I could go in the lodge for some hot chocolate. In the process, I fell in the snow.
Unfortunately, as unslick as that was, falling down is to be expected at a ski slope, so nothing too majorly ninja about that.

Blundering Heights
While hiking on the Grand Canyon, which had snow, believe it or not! My boot's tread slipped and I fell on my hip. It turns out I lost my crampon about a hundred feet behind my fall. Another hiker was kind enough to bring it to me.
What's so ninja about it? Well, I managed not to fall to my death or in the ever so prevalent mule poo! And that's enough to make me think I have a guardian angel. Or that I'm ninja.

Lost Page
I am writing a book that is heavy with themes of sex and violence. Anyway, I had a little scene written out that I was going to proofread during my break as a substitute teacher at the Amherst Regional Middle School. In the second period, I realized I had misplaced it after quickly scanning it in the first period.
I was mortified.
At the end of the day, though, I found it again between the pages of the teacher's lesson plans. Good thing I didn't turn it in!

A Perfect Follow-Up to an Interview
After a successful interview at the Deerfield Inn for the position of server/bartender, I walked to my car and realized I misplaced my keys. I rushed back into the Inn, and to the staff's befuddlement, I scanned the carpet and coat room without explaining myself. I then walked away from my car and made a call to AAA to help me get my keys out.
I then took a walk through Historic Deerfield trying not to look like an imbecile in front of my prospective employers. I came back in an hour to greet the AAA guy who helped me into the car, hoping the innkeeper wouldn't come out and see what was going on. He did. But it was too late. He had already called me half an hour before to hire me!

Well, obviously the Deerfield Inn move wins. Please stop by to visit me and make sure you tip well!