I am usually carefree and breeze through anything. Even if I'm sweating underneath it all. Show a positive outlook is what I say. I do have a bit of a temper especially if one of my babies is threatened. I'm a fierce mama bear that you don't want to mess with. I do have a competitive streak and me and go for the gold. Which I do have a Gold and a Silver medal from the Olympics that I am proud of. I love to work with children teaching them how to ski. My favorite times are times spent with family. I like to show off my husband letting him be eye candy for others. You touch though and you'll be hurting.

[smear:#e619b5]Positive Traits:[/smear:#8c19e6:0]
1)Nature-Focused: Preferring natural resources over artificial ones; being strongly attuned to nature.
2)Wholesome: Being of high moral fiber; having a good influence on others.
3)Whimsical: Fancifully spontaneous; giving in to humorous or imaginative impulsiveness.
4)Adventurous: Willing to try new experiences and take risks.
5)Passionate: Being capable of or expressing deep feeling.
6)Sentimental: Being strongly influenced by feelings or emotional sentiment.

[smear:#8c19e6]Negative Traits:[/smear:#e619b5:0]
1)Stubborn: Unyielding or obstinate.
2)Temperamental: Marked by unpredictable changes in mood.
3)Vindictive: Daydreaming about ways to make the other party pay.
4)Mischievous: Getting oneself and others into frequent trouble.
5)Pessimistic: Inclined to focus on the negative and expect the worst possible outcome.
6)Resentful: Reliving the past; picking at old wounds.

In the early 1900's my great grandparents moved to America. By 1920 my great grandfather had opened a ski resort near Lake Tahoe naming it Shenanigans Ski Resort. He had been skiing since he was a little boy, and he loved it. He had a few World Championships under his belt, before he died in 1948. My grandfather and his sister ran the ski resort after he had passed away. Both of them Olympic skiers and World Champions.

My parents were both Olympic skiers had met during the Olympics. Mom was born in Ireland and still lived there. After they married she moved here to Lake Tahoe and skied here at Shenanigans. I was the only child born to them, and when I was two an avalanche on the mountain took their lives as well as the unborn child my mother was carrying. My grandfather raised me after that with the help of my uncles who were married and having families of their own.

During the summers we would live in Ireland getting an early start on the slopes in September. Only heading back to Shenanigans in time to get it open for the season in November. So I did pick up an Irish accent living with my grandfather and uncles, but especially living in Ireland.

Growing up on the mountain was something I loved. Skiing as soon as I could walk. I was in competitions by the time I was seven and making a name for myself. Already an Olympic hopeful by the time I was twelve. I did make the Olympic team when I was sixteen winning gold at the Olympics. My family were my biggest supporters. My cousins were also skiers, and a couple of them were on the US Olympic team with me.

It wasn't always training non stop. My cousins and I had our fun too. Much like you see in the movies, that I did have over protective older cousins that kept me innocent in a lot of ways. I did my share of skiing and drinking games. We had more than our share of playtime as well as training. My grandfather and uncles would even join in on the Shenanigans as they called them, and was always saying how did you think the resort got it's name.

I made the Olympic team again when I was twenty-four. This year it was held here in Lake Tahoe. Not at my families ski resort, but another. One night when we didn't have a competition the next day the team wanted to go to Reno, Nevada and kick up their heels. My plans were to stay home and hit the slopes as usual, but I was dragged along by my cousin. That night we hit Anarchy Bar that was run by the Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle club.

That was the night my whole life changed. It was love at first sight for me when I saw him. Patrick Jennings. He was definitely a hottie god in my opinion. There were girls all over him, and that should have turned me off you would think. It didn't though. I over heard someone call one of the girls a Sweetbutt. Whatever that was I didn't know and really didn't care. Never having had a time for a boyfriend other then a friend with my training I was so naive.

When I was pretty well drunk since I really didn't drink. Maybe a wine cooler here and there, but never just going out drinking I worked up the courage and walked right up to him and pushed a couple of the girls away. His friends laughed as they watched. Pretty sure everyone in the bar knew by now that my group was the USA Olympic Ski team. I grabbed his hand, and pulled him up and out onto the dance floor just going with the flow of the music that was vibrating through me.

We went for a walk when it got really hot, and I really don't remember much of it as drunk as I was. He was the perfect gentleman though. We were making out when one of my cousins came and got me saying it was time to go. I really didn't want to go, but he dragged me away after glaring at Patrick. The next morning I had my first hangover. I didn't make it up to the slopes till late in the day which was unusual for me, and I did horrible. My grandfather wasn't happy with any of us.

Patrick was definitely on my mind. I'd had my first real kiss at the age of twenty-four. I would probably have given him my innocence if my cousin hadn't stopped me. I was making mistakes, and my grandfather was yelling at me to get my head in the game. I couldn't afford mistakes if I wanted to go for the Gold again. When we showed up for the games he was there with his club having come to watch. I was elated, but I was only able to wave at him before dragged along for warmups.

I came out with a few golds even as nervous as I was knowing Patrick was there watching me. Made me want to do the very best I ever had. Team USA took the gold that year too. That was the last Olympics for me too as I hung my hat up to have somewhat of a normal life. There were a lot of trips to Reno and back as Patrick and I got together. He was definitely the one for me, and two years later we were married. I even taught him how to ski. A year after we married I had our first son Guthry, two years later we had Cormac, and two years after him we had our baby boy Taggart.

Of course we lived in Reno, but I made the trek every day up to Shenanigans where I became a ski instructor. As well as a trainer for the next Olympic hopefuls. If a blizzard came up I might get stuck at the resort for a few days, but I would eventually make it home. Sometimes the boys came with me and sometimes not. I made sure all three of them knew how to ski as well as snowboard. Which I have fun doing too once in a while. Skiing is my passion though, and always will be.

This summer we've been spending a lot of time in Washington, California after my husband Patrick was reunited with his baby sister Mary who they had thought dead, as well as his older brother Roy who was supposed to be dead too. More nieces and nephews had been added to the family to love and cherish. I just love Mary, and wish she hadn't gone through what she did. I love that his family is back together after all of these years, and hope that times are happier for all of them now together.