My Luckiest Ski Day Ever

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My luckiest ski day ever
January 2014
Mary Jane, Colorado.

I love to ski. It’s my most favorite activity. I love to ski with my husband. I love to ski with my kids and I love to ski alone. It doesn’t really matter who I ski with, I LOVE it. When I was a journalism student at the University of Kansas, I always thought I’d do public relations for a ski resort. It was my dream job (it probably still is). My public relations professor told me that I’d more likely be promoting politicians (more on that in another post) than mountains. I didn’t listen to him, and when I graduated with my bachelor’s degree, I packed up a little U-Haul trailer and moved west to Denver.

I settled in Denver, found a job in PR, although not in the ski industry, and skied as often as I could. My husband eventually proposed to me (he on a snowboard, and I on skis) in Paradise Bowl on Mt. Crested Butte. My job in ski industry PR is still elusive, but I’ve managed to make skiing a priority in my life. I now have two munchkins and am trying hard to introduce them to the sport I love. Let’s be honest, that’s a lot easier than it sounds.

People travel from all over the country and spend thousands of dollars for a ski vacation. My family is lucky enough to be a mere hour and a half away, considering weather and traffic, from the slopes. My kids haven’t fully grasped this privilege and probably never will. It’s sort of like the Internet. My kids will have no understanding of what life was like without immediate access to the Internet.

They will assume everyone skis, that everyone gets up at the crack of dawn, sits in traffic in a blizzard all for a moment of solitude in white, fluffy powder. They will assume that everyone waits in line in the summer time at a ski shop with a giant blow-up dinosaur on top of it to get new gear for the upcoming ski season. They will assume that everyone has had mild frostbite on their fingers and toes and that sometimes they can’t actually move said appendages.

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Another lucky ski day
Keystone, Colorado

Skiing is a part of me the way being a mom, a business owner or a wife is a part of me. It just is. On a recent ski day with my oldest munchkin, it was cold, snowing and the wind was blowing sideways. Let’s face it, it was a blizzard. Mid mountain, whimpers of cold fingers began to take over. We were far from a warming hut and even farther from the friends we were supposed to meet. I could feel my frustration mounting as I tried to explain to a seven-year-old how to keep his hands warm in a blizzard. I could feel myself start to say, “this is supposed to be fun! Do you know how lucky you are?”

I backed off, got us on the next chair lift, wrapped my arm around my kiddo and stuck one of his frigid hands in my armpit and the other in my crotch. There we sat in what would otherwise have been a very awkward position, and in that moment, I realized I was the lucky one. He was being the trooper, not me. He was the one sacrificing, not me. He was the one doing what I loved, not the other way around. At the top of the lift with only slightly warmer fingers, my kiddo followed me down the mountain where we went into the lodge to warm up and eat lunch. I asked him if he wanted to call it a day or ski some more. Without hesitation, he responded gleefully, “ski!”

It didn’t stop snowing. The wind didn’t stop blowing, and it certainly didn’t get any warmer. But we ventured back out. To ski. Together. I couldn’t have been any luckier.

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Skiing with friends at Vail.
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Learning to ski at Keystone

Three, Two, One…Launch!

I’m the first to admit, I have NO idea what I’m doing when it comes to launching and maintaining a personal blog. I own and operate a small marketing and public relations business, so I get why businesses need to blog and create content to communicate with customers, colleagues and vendors. But personally, I’m at a loss. That’s why I’ve decided to just dive in.

Another admission for my first blog, I’m a Pinterest junkie. I spend my evenings after my boys go to bed perusing my own feed, which often takes me to my favorite online home and cooking magazines and other personal and professional blogs about the things I love. I’m drawn to pictures of thoughtfully organized closets, kitchens and bathrooms, perfectly dressed and accessorized faceless women, deliciously styled plates of healthy food, goblets holding refreshing beverages, pots of homemade lavender body scrubs, I could go on and on. I LOVE Pinterest.

I also found myself applying the things I found on Pinterest to my own life. I haven’t ever done exact reproductions of recipes or home design projects, but I have found myself modifying and creating my own versions of things I found on Pinterest, and more than anything, I’ve wanted to document and keep track of my creations.

I’m almost finished with a bathroom remodel, and I’m super excited about how it’s all turning out. It’s clean, crisp, modern and everything I envisioned. I’m going to do another bathroom in the next 12 months, so I wanted a place to keep track of what I learned on the first bathroom. What better place than my own blog?

The bathroom tile we chose. Dark gray is the floor, hexagon marble is for the shower and the marble subway tile is for the wainscoting.
The bathroom tile we chose. Dark gray is the floor, hexagon marble is for the shower and the marble subway tile is for the wainscoting.
A first look at the bathtub tile installed. Hexagon Carrera marble.
A first look at the bathtub tile installed. Hexagon Carrera marble.

I have a Christmas morning breakfast that I’ve made for four years running. It’s elegant, yet super easy to prepare, and most importantly, it’s delicious. I found myself wanting to take pictures to document the menu and the meal. I have a New Year’s Eve menu that consists of lobster tails, clarified butter and a meyer lemon risotto that is TAS-TEY. It’s a beautiful plate of food, and I want a place to document it. What better place than my own blog?

My husband has a milestone birthday this year. I’m not going to say which one, but it’s a BIG one. I’m planning a milestone vacation to go with it. My own blog will be a perfect place to keep track of plans and ideas.

Finally, and most importantly, my boys have grand parents who live miles (mostly hundreds) away. They’re doing so much that my parents and my husband’s parents miss. What better way to share what they’re up to than my own blog?

Boys skiing in Vail
My oldest tater tot riding the Lionshead gondola up in Vail with his best buddy visiting from the East Coast.

So here I am. Officially a blogger. What’s the saying? “Whether you think you can or you can’t, you’re right.” Well, I think I can.