Posts Tagged ‘School’

Back to School

Monday, September 21st, 2009


Pencils sharpened. Books purchased. Lunches packed. Sound familiar? These are the telltale signs of “Back to School.” Unfortunately, every parent’s favorite time of year has now become my averse reality.

Currently I am attending the University of Colorado Denver in route toward a MBA. Working full time and going to school at night will not be easy, but I am excited for the challenge. To many the idea of going back to school has less appeal than having a glass of milk, pool-side. But for me it is an opportunity of a lifetime. Not only will I delve more deeply in the business academic arena, but I will be able to interact with employers and employees from a varying array of backgrounds.

A highlight that I am anticipating is that CU has acquired a new business school building that will most likely open in the fall of 2010. Not only will the new facility provide more resources for its students, but it will be the focal point for business in the downtown area. And of course, new facilities usually bring about media attention. Who doesn’t like that?!

So now that my pencils are sharpened, books purchased and absolutely no time for lunch, it’s time to focus and get to work. It’s certainly a time in my life where my social scene may deteriorate, but I know it’ll be worth it in the end. For now my emotions are high, my expectations are sincere, and my goals are in place. Stay tuned to see where my feelings are at once I complete my first exam! YIKES!
Rob S.

Wedding Bells in Grand Lake

Tuesday, August 18th, 2009

Only a few weeks ago, I became the “mother of the groom” for the very first time. Our daughter, the oldest of our three children, was married three years ago and that was hard enough – a strange mixture of happiness and tears, excitement for a newly-launched family and a bit of melancholy for the child that was now all grown up! As parents, our job is to work ourselves out of a job – taking a completely dependent infant and turning them loose on society some 18 years later as, hopefully, independent, moral, loving, productive members of society.

A son’s a son till he takes a wife, but a daughter’s a daughter for the rest of her life! I’m sure you’ve heard this before and it’s true. My son, Stephen and his sweetheart met each other for the first time in 5th grade. They started dating as juniors in high school and the romance endured 4 years at CU Boulder. Finally, this summer, they officially became husband and wife in Grand Lake, Colorado with Mt. Baldy and the Rocky Mountain National Park in the background. For the record, my new daughter-in-law is easy to love and has been part of our family for years before their wedding on June 26th. Still, it was a little hard releasing my little boy to another woman, I must say. For years, I was the only woman in his life. Whether I was wearing a cocktail dress or an old bathrobe, hair color or jewels, he always told me I was “beautiful” and that one day he would marry me. Aah – unconditional love. My adorable new daughter-in-law is a wonderful cook, sweet as the day is long, funny, intelligent and, not surprisingly, beautiful! As it should be, she is the new woman in my little boy’s life. After multiple viewings of “Mother of the Bride” (conditioning myself so as not to cry) I behaved myself and did not dissolve into a puddle of water. Those precious memories are mine to keep, but my little boy, now a Man – is all grown up and he’s going to make my dear Tahnee a wonderful husband and father.

Wedding Day Bliss on Grand Lake

Monday, August 17th, 2009
Not even two months ago, I got to experience for the first time, being the “mother of the groom”. My husband and I are the fortunate parents of three young adults. The subject of this story, our youngest, Stephen was married to the love of his life, Tahnee on June 23rd in Grand Lake, Colorado. We relocated from Australia to Conifer, Colorado in December of 1995. Stephen started school just after the holidays and here, in 4th grade, is where he met his future wife. Stephen was all about sports in those days and it wasn’t until Junior prom that Tahnee finally succeeded in getting Stephen to notice her. That’s where it started and the two endured through 4 years of college. While most of the “home town honey’s” fell to the wayside, Stephen and Tahnee

Kick Ball

Thursday, August 13th, 2009


I consider myself lucky because unlike Robbie, I don’t have to wait once a year to enjoy my favorite activity. I spend every Wednesday night with a great group of friends, cold beers, feisty banter, and a big rubber ball.
This summer I have joined WAKA, the premier (and only) World Adult Kickball Association. This is my team’s first year playing kickball together. We are all seasoned athletes, who developed our skills in a long and arduous training process called “Elementary School”. However, it seems the 20-30 years since that training have left us a little rusty. Despite our full roster of 25 aggressive players, team “So is Your Face”
has yet to win a game, but we are all learning key tips for next year. For example: if you fill the outfield with girls- you cannot later be surprised when we all throw “like girls”.

Now, don’t let our record fool you. We are serious competitors. Let me take you back to a time and place not too long ago (specifically two weeks ago at the City of Cuernavaca Park. It was raining and it was raining hard. Team “So is Your Face” refuses to forfeit. Clothed in our battle armor of sweatbands and random warm clothing from everyone’s trunks we take the field, beers in hand. Teammates are slipping, falling, and struggling to overcome the mud. After an epic battle, the last inning is upon us, score 1-0, we are up to kick and down by one. The first two balls are caught in the air. High fives are passed around the field. This is crunch time, we send in our big kickers…we load the bases…. this is it, everything is set, perfect for a big win. Our best kicker is up. The first ball goes out of bounds. The next ball bounces across the plate, the ref calls a strike. The pitcher is getting cocky; you can tell the next one will be a strike. Our best kicker kicks the final ball, it’s going, going…but is it gone? There is a scramble in the outfield by the other team. “RUN!” is all you hear from the sidelines. The person on 3rd runs for home, everything seems like it is going in slow motion. Team “So is Your Face” is perched on their first possible tie, or even victory, and the runner from 3rd… slips in the mud, is tagged out, and the game is over.

Yet another loss for “So is your Face”. Luckily we get to play again, next week.