The Great Colorado Adventure

A little over a month ago, my Momma surprised me with a call asking if she and her friend could fly out and visit.

My mom is 80 years old and has never flown commercially. 

Of course I told her no.

AHAHAHAHAHA. 

just kidding.

She was able to sweet talk her good friend Yolanda into flying out here with her because Yolanda has traveled quite a bit and is comfortable bossing people around in airports. Yolanda was celebrating her 50th wedding anniversary while she was here and her wedding present from her husband was to let her come to Colorado. 

Which is why I'm expecting Jason to let me visit long lost relatives in the Canary Islands for our 50th anniversary. Now it's in writing.

There was a reminder on my calendar that set off an alarm on the 24th of October letting me know that my mom was arriving. 

I jumped all over the airport arrivals waiting room while the TSA agent looked grimly at me like he was ready to taser me if I tripped and fell onto the forbidden side of the hallway where people were rapidly filing off of the plane. In all of my excitement, I forgot to snap a selfie of me jumping up and down while the friendly guy was wheeling my mom closer. 

So I did the next best thing and got a picture of us as soon as we got home. See:

I made a little sign to hold while I waited for mom at the airport but I sort of forgot about it while I was jumping all over. 

I had the entire 9 days planned out. You know. Because I like to make lists.

I let them sleep right after they arrived that evening because I'm a good host.

The following day was a super warm sunny day so we visited Glen Eyrie Castle

Garden of the gods (lowercase 'g' because it's always bothered me that they didn't properly name the place "Garden of the God" because there's only one true God. Just ONE! rant over).

Mom did exceptionally well considering she could hardly breathe at our altitude and I kept her so busy. 

We had just enough time to visit the Compassion building before picking Evan up from school. 

Aren't they cute?

Spending time with "Gramma KK" as she's known to all her grandkids, was very special to Dawson and Evan. There was one time though, that Gramma told an exceptionally LONG story to Evan and he let her know on several occasions that she could keep the stories to a brief time frame.

 We booked a ski resort in Keystone for the weekend because it wasn't ski season yet, so we could afford it.

Jason and I spent a considerable amount of time speculating how they were able to get a hot tub inside the condo which was located on the second floor. I said a helicopter hovered over the unfinished building while firemen hung precariously from the landing gear guiding it into place and a construction worker with an orange hard hat went plummeting to his death because the hot tub cover wasn't securely fastened knocking him off the platform. I won.

There's a beautiful bridge crossing over a brook and a bench located behind our condo.

We went to the Outlet shops in Silverthorne and I got chocolate covered caramel apple at Rocky Mountain Chocolate Factory.

This is because Jason nixed my idea of going to the Coach Outlet. I super annoyed that I had side swept bangs added back to my hair. Just needed to vent.

Lake Dillon is nestled somewhere between Keystone and Silverthorne and I'm just guessing about that because I wanted to use the word nestled in a sentence. Regardless, this picture doesn't do it justice:

On Monday, we made the drive back home to our house.

On Tuesday we went to The Arc Thrift store because Tuesday is Senior Citizen Day and all tags but one are marked 50% off for all senior citizens. So I loaded mom's cart up with all the stuff I wanted and she told the cashier she already gave me the money for her stuff. We're a great team.

On Wednesday I took them by our church and we stopped at my office so that mom could see where I previously used to stand all day long before standing at work was cool.

Bright and early on Thursday morning I dropped them off at the airport and I promptly told them to make a pouty face for our photo opportunity.

I called my mom later to make sure she made it home okay and let her know that she's welcome to move in with us.

I've decided to call her every 5 minutes until then so that she knows I miss her.