Day 26 – My Favorite Food


This one’s a no brainer. Which is good, because that’s about all I have the energy for tonight.

I’m convinced that I was a Grizzly Bear in a previous life, because if all I had to eat for the rest of my life was salmon and berries, I would be in Heaven.

And I do have a lot of thick brown hair.

Okay, okay. It USED to be brown.


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Day 25 – My Location

Fall in the Rockies

Aspens in the Fall near Pike’s Peak, Colorado

I live in the state of Colorado, in the Jefferson County section of Littleton, in the Columbine Knolls subdivision.

Bluebird Day at Keystone

Bluebird Day in Keystone, Colorado


Winter Sunrise at Starbucks in Littleton, Colorado

Colorado is truly a beautiful state to live in, not only because of the majestic Rocky Mountains (queue John Denver’s “Rocky Mountain High”) and the incredible scenery, but also because of the absolutely gorgeous weather we have — an average of 360 sunny days per year, and that’s no lie. People around here are so spoiled, they start getting clinically depressed if we have more than two cloudy days in a row. I just got back from picking my son up from a friend’s house, and the view of the white snowy mountains after this weekend’s snowfall was breathtaking. The ski towns call this a “Bluebird Day” because it looks just like a bluebird with it’s blue wings and white belly. I call it a “Snow Globe Day” because it reminds me of a snow globe before you shake it to make it snow. And our sunrises and sunsets? Nothing like them.  I was born in the Pacific Northwest, and I talk about moving back there when I retire, but I often wonder if I will really be able to pry myself away from Colorado.

Both my husband and I grew up in Lakewood, Colorado. Our first house was in Morrison. We moved to Littleton in 1995, when my older son was not quite two years old and my younger son had yet to make his entrance into the world. We chose our neighborhood because we fell in love with the huge yards and the mature trees, and later felt blessed to find out that the schools were among the top ranked in state. It was the perfect place to raise our family.


Stair Landing at Columbine High School

I used to get asked about it all the time, but thankfully not so much anymore, and I hesitate to mention it now because I don’t want to seem like I’m dwelling on the past, because I’m not. However, I really want to tell you how proud I am of the Columbine community. I was here on that dark day in 1999, my first indication being the half dozen or more news helicopters hovering above my house as I frosted my younger son’s birthday cake, and since then I have watched this community come together to mourn, heal, and overcome that tragedy. My children went and still go to Columbine, and although it has its problems like any other high school, it is an exceptional school. There have been many books written about the whys and the hows, but if I were to write a book about it, I would write about the heart and strength of this community, and how it came together to rise above such a horrible nightmare. At the groundbreaking for the Columbine Memorial, President Clinton quoted Hemingway; “The world breaks everyone, and afterward, some are strong in the broken places.” That couldn’t be more true for this community, and I feel grateful to be a part of it. I still get a little misty eyed when I hear the kids chant:

“We are … COLUMBINE!”

Day 24 – My Most Embarrassing Moment

I’ve been having a bit of hard time coming up with something to tell you all about besides all the millions of times I’ve said something embarrassing. I’m already embarrassed enough for saying stupid things in the first place, I’m sure as hell not going to repeat them here.

I know there are many times I’ve made a complete fool out of myself — I’m sure my kids could come up with a few (hundred) examples. But right now, the only thing I can think of is when I was waiting tables at Denny’s some 25 years or so ago, and the hideous polyester wrap-around skirt I had to wear came unbuttoned, so I went around with my whole backside showing for God only knows how long until some very nice (and equally embarrassed) older man pointed it out to me. To this day, I remember the underwear I was wearing, which may be the reason I insist on always having on pretty underwear. Hmmm … this is the first time I’ve ever made that connection.

And now I’ve surely embarrassed my kids. Again.

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Day 23 – My Hobbies

Sorry for the late post. I worked early this morning and then came home and vegged in front of the TV with the hubby watching random movies on Netflix.

Today’s post in the 31 Day Challenge is about hobbies. I have a few:


Hiking Boots

I’m not a hardcore hiker. I don’t have the latest equipment, nor am I in impeccable hiking shape, but it’s one my favorite things to do with my husband. We have the best conversations while we’re hiking, and I love the peace of the mountains.


I’ve skied all my life. I mean ALL my life. My first Christmas present (when I was 6 weeks old) was skis. Here I am with my dad (the reason my first Christmas present was skis)



Actually, my husband is the gardener. My thumb isn’t a very deep shade of green — more of a chartreuse. However, I love helping him where I can (I’m usually trusted only to water and pull weeds) and I LOVE coming up with different ways to use every bit of what we harvest in the kitchen.


iPad Cozy

I love to crochet. It is sort of a means of meditating to me. This is an iPad cozy I made for my mom.

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Day 22 – What I Do When I’m Home Alone

First off — let me set something straight (for the benefit of my younger son).

I often use semicolons; I know how to use them.

That was for my son, who has developed some sort of obsession with em dashes, semicolons and parentheses. He claims I don’t use them enough in my posts.

Hell, I’ll even give him a bouquet of parentheses, Salinger style:

(((((((((((((((((((((This is what you get for refusing to read Catcher in the Rye)))))))))))))))))))))))))))

Ahem. Sorry about that.

Truth is, I don’t have anything brilliant to say for today’s topic. When the boys were little, I craved days at home to myself — if only just to clean (how pitiful is that)? I remember a particularly blissful weekend when my hubby took the boys with him to help his brother take a car to his nephew in Vegas. I cleaned the house ceiling to floor and watched every episode of  Pride & Prejudice. 

Nowadays, I get plenty of alone time so it’s not such a big deal. And I seldom clean. Ever. I use the excuse that I clean too much at work, which is true. But really I just don’t want to clean. I do, however, still love watching girly movies by myself. So there’s that.

What do you like to do when you’re home alone?

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Days 21: My Biggest Fear

Fears. I gotz dem.

Now, there’s rational fears and irrational fears. I have rational fears I can’t even verbalizeand refuse to write about because I don’t want to put any energy towards them and, well, truth is I’m horribly superstitious.

But irrational fears, those I don’t mind talking about. I know they’re silly, but I can’t help it, so I may as well laugh at myself.

I was sifting through some public domain images, and found this picture:


It made my heart stop for a split second. Kids on a ladder leading into an itty bitty closed in space. Not MY kids, thank God. If they were mine, the next picture you’d see is me hiding under a rock, hyperventilating. I’d let them do it (kids need to be kids), but I wouldn’t be able to

watch. Ladders? Terrify me. Little itty bitty closed in spaces? Ditto. Ladders leading to itty bitty closed in spaces? Somebody go get me a brown paper bag.

When I was a kid, it never bothered me. I’m not sure what happened in my addled little pooh bear fluff brain between then and now. I even get a little twitchy with the step ladder at work. I don’t say anything for fear I’d be teased unmercifully, but each time I have to use it, I have to take a deep breath. And it’s just two steps!

So there you have it. Ladders and closed in spaces.

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Day 20 – My Collection

Day 20 of the 31 Day Blog Challenge asks, “Do you have a collection?”

Well … I have over 350 Christmas ornaments. Does that count?

When I was a little girl, my absolute favorite thing about Christmas — aside from the ridiculous amount of presents we got, of course — was the Christmas tree, particularly the ornaments. I loved lying under the tree looking up, watching the twinkling lights bounce off the shiny glass balls while listening to our 8-track tape recording of A Mantovani Christmas. We had all kinds of different ornaments on our tree — a hodgepog, really. Some that my parents made together when they were first married, some that we made when we were kids, others that people had given us. I loved looking at them all.


Later, when we were first married and had our first house, I couldn’t wait to put up my own tree. My husband and I went out and bought some lights, a few boxes of glass ball ornaments and a box of little wooden apple ornaments. When we put them all up, it was pretty, but it still looked so bare. That’s when I became obsessed with ornaments. I wanted me a packed tree. Every year, I added more.

There are ornaments of all kinds — some made with little hands in school, some given to me by special people, some I bought while traveling. Others I bought over the years for the boys to have later — Star Wars for one, penguins for the other. And, of course, I collect Wizard of Oz ornaments for myself. I have some old ones that once belonged to my grandmother and my mother-in-law. All of them are special. Each have a memory attached, whether it be of a person, or a place, or time in my life.

Now, I not only have one packed tree — but two. One in the family room and one in the living room. I’m lobbying for one in the dining room, but I don’t think that’s going to happen.

Every year, I make a point of plugging into my Christmas playlist on my iPod and meditating on the tree.

And sometimes, when no one is looking? I crawl under the tree, lie down and look up.

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