Archive - January 2014

When my family moved to Colorado a year ago, we were frequently asked:  “Do you ski?”  Being new in town I could hardly state my feelings on the subject so instead gave the hard, cold facts:  “My kids and I are taking lessons.”  My husband learned as a teenager and has several of the premiere ski resorts in Colorado under his belt so he already fit into the fold of our ski-adoring community.  But the kids and I didn’t even know what “binders” were.  Needless to say, we had a long way to go.

In my October 23, 2013, post “Errant Body Fluids and Other (Viral) Situations” I made mention that one of my boys threw up in our refrigerator.  (Don’t worry. This is the only body fluid references in this post).  Well, a few weeks after I pressed the “publish” button on that post…a friend texts my husband that the home containing the ill-fated kitchen appliance went up for sale. Could it be, although it would be a snowball’s chance in Southwest Colorado, that the proud owners of our old home READ that post????  It would be a remarkable coincidence.  And no, I…

Over the holidays, we flew the friendly skies back to Iowa to visit family.  Packing for a family of five is a real trip (pun intended!) and in the middle of this project, my husband and I had a conversation that went something like this: Hubby:  How large a bottle of liquid can we take in our carry-on? Me:  Um, I think 3 ounces.  Why? Hubby:  Well, these mini bar liquors say 50 ml.  How many ounces is that? Me (doing some quick head-math):  Let’s see…about 1.6 ounces.  And you can have only one one-quart plastic bag for yourself.  (thoughtful…

I’m not a fan of New Year’s Resolutions, for two reasons.   In the past I have set unrealistic goals (I will never, ever say “@#%&*!” again!) or because I simply forget I made a resolution  to begin with (Mommy Brain).  This year, however, I came up with a goal, not a random idea as in years past but a pursuit born of something I have wished to accomplish for some time:  read more books.  My nightstand is perpetually piled with reading material and my reading list expands every time I peruse the book reviews in a magazine or walk…