Tuesday, February 26, 2013


Waking up to feathery snowflakes layering the crisp bed of snow already on the ground, finally inspired me to tell the story of our recent trips to the slopes.

Winter Park Ski Resort

The alarm went off at 5:30AM. Mr. B jumped out of bed, while I rubbed my sleepy eyes. He lives for these
days. We had packed most of our stuff the night before and while I was putting on my first layer of clothes, Mr. B was making trips to and from the truck – with skis, boots, helmets, poles, cameras and backpacks. He even mounted his GroPro to the front windshield. I am telling you, this kid is serious about ski days and we were going whether I liked it or not. Mr. B bought me my very own ski pass this year. It’s only a four pack, but that meant I would have to ski four more times than I did the year before.

Super Bowl Sunday was the day and the Baltimore Ravens were playing the San Francisco 49'ers – we just didn't have much interest, except for the commercials. In fact, we hoped most people would be partying the day away and there would be less traffic in the mountains and less people on the slopes. Our assumption stood true, thankfully.

I hadn't been on skis in two years and the last time I went, I cried. This time, I didn't cry but I did complain for the entire 20 minute walk from the car, carrying my skis and walking in clunky ski boots for what felt like 3 miles, to finally make it to the bottom of the mountain where I could finally click into my skis. Mr. B looked at me and said, "Are you ready?" My reply went something like this, "Am I ever ready to ski?"

We skied the bunny slopes for most of the morning and then stopped at the lodge for a cold beer. There is a rope pulley-system that pulls you up a gradient slope to the lodge. The problem is you have to find a way to hold on to the rope with poles in your hands, all the while concentrating to keep your skis straight on the ground. I had no idea what I was getting myself into and made a complete fool of myself. Mr. B laughed. Others pointed. And I was in too much of a tangled mess to really have any reaction. [Refer to video below to see in person]

By late morning, I was interested in picking up the speed a bit, so we tried the next slope up from a Green to a Blue. We weren't more than a 100 feet down the slope before a path of moguls lined the way. Scott turned around in a panic and said, "You got this. Just take it slow." Immediately I looked behind me and contemplated removing my skis and climbing back to the top. Somehow I knew that could end just as badly. So I took a deep breath and slowly glided myself up and over the moguls - one by one. Mr. B was kind enough not to laugh, but I think by the end he was just as relieved as I was, that I survived without a broken arm.

That slope took close to an hour to complete and by then, my legs felt like jelly. My reward was a flavored coffee and watching really good athletes compete on a slope nearby. By mid-afternoon we made our way back to the truck. And again, I complained.
This is my "I don't want to carry these anymore" face.

Go-Pro or Bust

I hate admitting it, but I kind of enjoyed myself. Despite the rope pulley, the moguls, and the entire production it takes to ski in general, I had fun. Once I finally mastered the "pizza-pie" again and had a beer to ease my fears, I was like a speed racer out there. Okay, I may be exaggerating a tad, but it was fun watching Mr. B shred between the trees, ride the lift with young kiddos learning to ski, and smiling like a kid himself while skiing backwards. My husband was made to ski.

So much, that he suggested we ski the following weekend. Only this time, Jo-Bear was coming with me. We are on an equal playing field when it comes to talent on the slopes, so the laughter, falls and panic were twice as much. We even used a wagon this time to pull our skis to the lift. The wagons are meant for the gear of small children, but since we are beginners and far less advanced than most kids, we felt qualified to use the wagon.

Ski Transportation
Pizza-Pie Masters
Steeler Nation Skis Winter Park

We skied the bunny slopes again, made friends with strangers on the lift, and laughed until our stomachs hurt. I even made Jo join the rope pulley fun. She didn't struggle nearly as much as me, but she agreed it wasn't the easiest of things. I am telling you, coordination is just not my strong quality. After holding on for what seemed like hours, we stomped into the warm lodge from the cold wind to dry our hats by the toasty fire and eat celery straight from our Bloody Marys.

Ski Lodge Photo
Mr. B rocking the Snow Beard
Our second snowday was much colder than first and it wasn't long before we decided to pack it up. The mountain traffic driving home was brutal, but we had lots of snacks to eat and Dane Cook skits to keep us occupied. I only have two passes left, which means I am half way done for the year.

For all you skiers - here is a little preview of skiing in the Rockies.


from Scott Bores on Vimeo.

Happy Snowday, y'all.

Saturday, February 16, 2013


it has been a busy week around here. there are a lot of memories being made. a lot of stories that need to be written. a lot of laughs had. and a lot more to come. 

things we are smiling about:
snowdays with jobear
my first home-made bread loaf
mardi gras celebrations

cute boys

visits from childhood friends
brewery hoppin with friends
icing hearts in honor of love
trying a brand new beer fresh off the line
[hasn't even been released to the public yet]

we are off to make fun of the boys on ice skates and dance the night away at a dueling piano bar.

happy weekend to you.

Tuesday, February 5, 2013

Seven Months

This last week has been the most exciting of month seven. Our couch has been the location for "Mr. & Mrs." quality time, primarily due to the flu epidemic and maybe just the pure laziness that comes with January blues.

My lack of activity led me to a lot of web-surfing. In which, I discovered a new blogger. The blogist is a newlywed, like me, and the very first post I read of hers was titled 5 ways to stay very in love. According to her and her husband, one thing that will do wonders for your marriage is piggy back rides. So guess what we started doing this month? Airplane rides.

No I am kidding. I have no balance to be an airplane and I am not sure Mr. B is strong enough to hold me, so we decided to give piggy back rides a try. I run and jump on Mr. B's back, the dog chases us, Scott holds tighter, spins around in circles, and then I usually end up letting go and falling on the floor. We laugh -and laughter my friends is what makes a marriage sweeter. I think piggy back rides will become a routine in this house.

Our month in review:

  • We spent a lot of time being sick this month. Men are needy when they are sick, women are not.
  • Mr. B is growing a beard. I call him my woolly mammoth. 
  • I woke up with a vision one morning: I wanted shelves built in our hallway closet, essentially to expand our non-existent pantry. I shared the vision with Mr. B and that evening I had shelves. It took me longer to paint them, than it did for him to build them. I love my handyman.
  • We have started watching all of the Best Picture nominated movies. Argo is in the lead. Beasts of the Southern Wild is not. We have found ourselves giggling to tears by saying [insert our best southern accent]"My name is Hushpuppy and I live in the bathtub with my Daddy."  Did she ever get out of the bathtub, some may never know. #weirdmovie #goodactress
  • It's been four years since Mr. B packed up the Budget rental truck with his friends, waved goodbye to his future wife, and moved all the way from Pennsylvania to Colorado. With that, we can be thankful for your 4 years at One Rain and the 40 extra vacation hours you were rewarded. #companyperks
  • We finally moved our love-seat from the basement, back to the living room. I am so glad I don't have to sit on the floor anymore. Disclaimer: We move our love-seat to the basement every year during the month of December, so our Christmas Tree has a spot to live. Mr. B swears a lot when he puts it back together. 
  • A girl came to our door selling Little Caesar's coupons for a school fundraiser. I declined before she even finished her sentence and Mr. B yelled at me for not supporting our youth. #heisasucker
  • Despite Mr. B's illness, he made sure he was healthy enough to attend the Camper Show this month. The Denver Convention Center hosts aisles and aisles of campers, some small and some worth more than our house. We walked away happy with the one we have...Thank God.
  • The bachelor started this month. It's my guilty pleasure and I will waste the next ten Monday evenings watching dramatic girls fight for the same man. Mr. B complains every time I turn it on. #addiction
  • We celebrated Martin Luther King day with MLK's favorite dinner: fried chicken, green beans, mac and cheese and sweet potato fries. We forgot the pecan pie. Maybe we will remember next year. This tradition is new to the Bores house. 
  • Mr.B went for his first eye exam since his last one 4 years ago. His vision hasn't changed much, but I want his glasses to change. A pair of stylish plastic frames? He says no. 
  • We joined the rest of the Bores crew for our 4th Annual Day at the Rodeo [AKA National Western Stock Show]. We wore cowboy boots and watched men fight bulls. Not Spain style, but enough to make my palms sweat. 
  • Mr. B planned an evening out and extended the invitation to his parents. We went to Sams No. 3, as featured on Diners, Drive-Ins, and Dives, for a diner-kind of dinner. Carol and I didn't think it was worth the recognition, but the men disagreed with us. Supposedly, they have amazing green chili - I wouldn't know. We ended the night seeing a Broadway play called Warhorse at the Denver Center for Performing Arts. They used lifelike horse puppets in place of real ones and I still got emotional. Thanks for always choosing the best dates, Mr. B.
  • We went to Breckenridge for the International Snow-Sculpting Championship. Every artistic ability I thought I had, I was wrong. Those Canadian's are a talented bunch. Yes, the Yukon won my vote. 
  • Mr. B has been wearing his wedding ring a lot lately. I think it is safe to say he is finally getting used to it. I am sure he will prove me wrong and keep it on his nightstand for most of Month 8.
  • I still haven't received my Christmas Cards. I don't have high expectations for Valentine's Day.
  • Spring is coming early according to that darn groundhog, Punxsutawney Phil. Thanks for not seeing your shadow this year, I am already dreaming of flowers. 
  • I went to Dallas for an overnight work trip this month. I still don't like it there.
  • I also spent three days in Las Vegas. I didn't gamble a cent and had enough second hand smoke to make me sick for days. Thanks for always being so welcoming.
  • We discovered a new brewery in Loveland this month called, Loveland Aleworks. We may become frequent visitors -- Good beer, great atmosphere, and close to the dog park. Cheers to that. 
  • I joined Vine recently. Another photo app addiction, just what I needed. Mr. B refuses to participate. He said the same about Instagram and look who's posting now.
  • We've been complaining about clutter a lot. In fact, it was the basis of several marital arguments the last few weeks. I blame him and he blames me. So last Saturday we decided SIMPLIFY would be the word of the day. We cleaned out closets, drawers, cabinets, catch-alls, nooks and crannies and packed up a whole truck load to donate to Goodwill. Purging feels good, real good.  
  • We finally broke in our ski passes and visited Winter Park. There's just something about seeing a man ski down a snowy slope that makes the production of getting all your gear on totally worth it. Perhaps, it's in the hip sway? I still "pizza-pie" my way down the mountain, which is not sexy in any way. 
  • Instead of going to Nashville (as planned) to celebrate our one year anniversary, we will be visiting Napa Valley celebrating the wedded bliss of a close friend. The cowboys can wait, wine always come first.
  • The "rid-the-house-of-honey-oak" project is still going strong, but I can officially say, the upstairs is 98% complete. Painted baseboards, check. All new doors bought, check. All doors painted, mortised and hung, check. Why 2% left? Well I neglected to paint the closet baseboards [who sees those anyway?!] and Mr. B refuses to half-ass anything. They will get painted eventually, just not now. There was a lot of cussing, paint covered clothes, and messy spaces, but I'm totally in love with the bright white. Mr. B hates admitting it, but he agrees. Now, on to the downstairs... maybe we should hire someone?

Mr. B rolled out of bed this morning and per usual routine, set off for the shower, got out, and headed to the kitchen for a breakfast treat while I was still snuggled under the covers. Before I had time to decide if I wanted to break free of my warm cocoon, my woolly mammoth returned, stood at the doorway and said, "Happy Seventh Month Anniversary." Although the smallest gesture, it made my heart swoon. 

Seven months, Mr. B!!! Who would have thought these would be the fastest months of our lives. Fastest, but greatest.

In closing, I asked my husband if he had any thoughts about this last month together and these are the words he used: sickly, flemmy and couchy. Did he make those up? I think. Glad he only thinks of the bad things. On a good note, we are already feeling healthier, so month 8 is looking up!

Canadian Yukon Snow Sculpture

Loveland Aleworks

We are off to celebrate with a beer. xo.
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