Mountain Life in Colorado: January 2012

Monday, January 30, 2012

Squatters Rights

I'm missing Costa Rica so much.  I can't stop thinking about our summer there two summers ago.  It seems like a lifetime.  I got on Google Earth to check on our land.  I want to know if our banana trees are growing.  I want to see if our fence is still up.  I want to see the house next to us and if they finished it.  I want to see if squatters have moved in. Costa Rica has something called squatters rights.

 

Squatters Rights in Costa Rica:

Squatters, or precaristas, begin to receive rights to a piece of real estate after 3 months of living on the land. After a year, the squatter can apply for expropriation with the Agriculture Development Institute (IDA). If the IDA declares the property in conflict, the land is sold and handed over to the squatters. Oceanfront real estate in The Maritime Zone can not be owned, it can only be leased, and prime beach front properties often attract many problems with squatters. If squatters are not evicted within 3 months, the process of eviction can be long and expensive, often resulting in the loss of the property.

We won't let that happen but I do find it interesting. 
  I want to be in Costa Rica.  I found our lot, on Google Earth, and unfortunately couldn't see the fence or the banana trees and the lot next to us seemed undeveloped.  I think it's from a few years ago so nothing was updated.  I don't know.  And the pixels weren't doing their job.  It was too fuzzy the more I zoomed in.  But, it was great to see the lot and I followed the road with my mouse cursor like we would ride on our bikes. 
I  really, really miss Costa Rica! 
 
  
  

 Our Costa Rica Land


  
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Friday, January 27, 2012

Deer Creek-Our Trailhead

We call it our trail head even though it's not.  But we do own part of the land that people park on to ski, ride, snowmobile, hike, etc.  And it's not even the official trail head.  The official trail head is up the road a half a mile or so. 
We continue to pick up the trash left behind by these purists who come up to the mountains to enjoy the day.  We have seen people pee, poop, spit, puke, you name it.  We have seen it.  We have picked it up.  Used rubbers, used toilet paper, used hanker chiefs, old broken bungies, left-over parts from snowmobiles or jeeps just left there, twine, cigarette butts (what's up with you smokers that can't understand throwing cigarette butts on the ground is LITTERING!), bottles, cans, bon-fire wood that has been burned even though there is no pit or ring.   It's frustrating and now we are even more frustrated.  
This winter has started off very slow for us because the snow just hasn't been falling.  But, the snowmobilers don't seem to mind.  We get an inch and 3 or 4 of them are raring to go, revving up their machines and taking off up the mountain, rocks, water, grass still showing. 
The next week, we get and inch and more trailers are barrelling up the road to get it!! 
Give it a rest people.  This is so ridiculous to watch.  Not only that but the snow pack is extremely unsafe right now and everyone knows that but still flirts with it. 
This is what happened 2 days ago. 
We had a storm, not a huge storm but it dumped some snow on the mountains.  The day started out normal.  Kids driving up the road like a bat out of hell to get some powder.  10 or so are in the parking lot, smoking, peeing, laughing, revving up the machines, psyched.   We see it everyday.
They all take off up the mountain, tandem, towing riders/skiers.   They get to Little Alaska and it looks great.  Keep in mind, this is serious terrain.  It's not to be taken lightly.  Well, these guys are standing on the top and of course it slides.  Not a little but it was a huge slide.  Avalanches can kill you.  But so many don't seem to care.  Luckily,  nobody was caught but it's just a matter of time.  This is a daily thing up here and it's so frustrating to see when there is no respect. 
Anyway, I'm heading to work and Kurtis is working on skis in the garage.  I notice his snowmobile in our driveway and I'm thinking it's some skier/rider using our phone or "borrowing" a shovel without asking.  So , I go into the garage and it's Kurtis and I'm joking with him saying I think he's some dude taking a shit in our toilet in the garage.  It's happened.  We're laughing at how living at a trail head has it's disadvantages when, this guy rides up on his snowmobile, panicked and asks to use our phone.  I have absolutely no problem with this and give him the phone.  It was just ironic because Kurtis and I were just talking about all of the people coming to the house for various reasons. 
This guy dials 911 and his buddy apparently broke his femur up in Deer Creek.  Terrible. 
As I'm driving to work two cops in their trucks with snowmobiles in the bed are driving up to Deer Creek with their sirens on and I'm just hoping this guy will be alright.  They ended up flight for life-ing him out of Deer Creek.  I hope they had a fishing license. 
That day was just an example of a great day gone bad.  I was reading on Facebook all the comments about this day and of course there was the proverbial comment stating that they were just going up for a look-see and if the conditions weren't promising they were just going to hang out and enjoy the scenery and company of friends.  I get that but give me a break.  The conditions were extremely dangerous and everyone in this county knows that.  It's all over the radios, CAIC (Colorado Avalanche Information Center) website, and everyone is talking about it.  So, even if you aren't backcountry savvy and can't tell what the conditions are like it's in your face.  You get 5-10 twenty-something guys together with snowmobiles, skis, boards, packs, and unstable conditions, something is going to happen. 
My husband is beside himself everyday watching this, in our parking lot.  And yes, we do consider it our parking lot/trail head because we maintain it. 
For those who come up here for the first time or the 101st time and think it's special.  It is special.  It's been special for us for 21 years.  And you first timer's.  Quit acting like it's some long lost gem of a secret ski area that you are now skiing/riding and feel the need to tell your friends what YOU discovered.  Believe me, I've heard it and just shake my head in disgust. 
Be respectful people.  If you have an emergency feel free to use the phone.  If you're stuck and need a shovel, feel free to use a shovel but put it back where you found it and if you break it-you buy it.  If you come up with a snowmobile, don't ride it round and round in the parking lot so we can hear you.  Ride up the mountain.  If you need to unload your snowmobile, don't park in our driveway to do so.  Figure it out without using the berm.   If you have to pee or poop don't use our bathroom.  Go in the woods where I can't drive up and, for God's sake, see your little, tiny weenie flapping in the wind.  And, dispose of your feces like you should.  Pick up your PBR cans and bottles and trash and don't feed my dog.  He has a sensitive stomach and barfs it all up at 2 in the morning.  And last, don't ski/ride when you know the conditions are dangerously unsafe. 
And if you do and things go wrong, own up to it and admit that you weren't smart that day. 
I'm not saying the guy with the broken femur did anything wrong, that was just a part of everyday life skiing in Deer Creek.  I hope he's alright.

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

I'm Sorry

I'm sorry we are  living with Bipolar.
I'm sorry we offended you.
I'm sorry you don't understand.
I'm sorry she was disrespectful.
I'm sorry we had to cancel out at the last minute.
I'm sorry she cried in your class.
I'm sorry I don't want to exchange gifts anymore.
I'm sorry you think she's weird.
I'm sorry I don't feel like talking.
I'm sorry I can't explain and you want me to.
I'm sorry she just wants to listen to her ipod and not engage.
I'm sorry she can't concentrate in your class.
I'm sorry I keep calling your office crying.
I'm sorry I seem mad.
I'm sorry we hurt your feelings.
I'm sorry you don't get it.
I'm sorry she slammed your door.
I'm sorry we seem distant.
I'm sorry we have holes in our walls.
I'm sorry I cry when I talk about this.
I'm sorry you want to hospitalize.
I'm sorry you had to come to the house because it was a false alarm.
I'm sorry we upset you.
I'm sorry your kid is upset.
I'm sorry I can't help.
I'm sorry the meds don't work.
I'm sorry we keep seeing the Dr.
I'm sorry you don't "buy into" the Bipolar diagnosis.
I'm sorry you have to judge us.
I'm sorry I have to judge you.
I'm sorry you had to hear that swearing.
I'm sorry we don't want to come over.
I'm sorry we had to leave so soon.
I'm sorry we invited you and then uninvited you.
I'm sorry we lied because we knew you would not understand.
I'm sorry she can't sleep over.
I'm sorry I'm not the one with the disorder. 

I am NOT sorry I have the most beautiful, strong, wonderful daughter that will not stop fighting. 

Saturday, January 21, 2012

Never Mind

Well, the meet today didn't happen.  We did get up early so I could have Jordan there by 8:15 and she looked terrible.  Huge dark circles under her eyes, pale and just plain sick looking.  I dropped her off and went and got a cup of Joe and came back.  I settled myself on the bleachers for the day and she got out of the pool and I could tell right away something was wrong.  She was sick.  Her little body was shutting down and she couldn't keep it together. 
The coach and I decided that she wasn't able to swim and there was no way.  I took her home where she promptly got into her comfy pj's and feel asleep on the couch.  There she still is, snoozing away looking super pale. 
I hate it when my kids are sick.  There is nothing I can do for them but let it ride the course.  Which this will do.  She's been through a lot this week. 
Yuck. 
So, never mind all that about me being mama of the week.  I should've talked her into not staying up all night and next year she has already told me she won't.  Some bodies just can't deal with that.  Mine certainly can't. 
Another learning process. 

Friday, January 20, 2012

Mama of the Week

That's me!
Mama of the Week!  YessireeBob.  I feel like I did well.  I'm finally learning how to do this Mom thang, 15 years later. 
Jordan called once more last night, totally in a panic and wanting to come home.  She didn't have her science, math and another binder she needed for school.  She also needed a glue gun and some wood.  I told her I would come get her and we'll call the whole thing off and she could come home and sleep in her own bed and it'll all be fine.  Well, I packed up the glue gun, a few pieces of different size wood from the garage, her slippers, and all of her school binders.  I drove 25 minutes to where she was and when I got there she was happy to see me and I brought all of the stuff in the house and asked if she wanted to go home with me and to my surprise, she did not.  She did give me a great, big, giant hug. 
I drove off worried about her decision and thought "good, she'll be happy she was a part of it all"
I picked her up from the bus at 3:30 this afternoon and she looked like she has been up all night.  Which she was. 
They were taken from their warm beds at 2:00 am and never stopped doing stuff all night.  They sang at 7-11, played at a park, went to fast food places and did stupid stuff.  They had a ball.  They ended up at the team captains house for breakfast and luckily swim practice was cancelled because the coaches took pity on them and they were all in school on time.  Jordan was so happy to be a part of it all and she held on the entire night.  Granted, she was asleep by 6 tonight. 
Tomorrow, we get her to the pool by 8am for a swim meet. 
I can't wait to hear from the other's how it went. 
I'm so glad I didn't make her come home with me.  Although, part of her wishes she would have gotten a good nights sleep.  That, she did tell me. 

Thursday, January 19, 2012

The Kidnapping

Tonight's the big kidnapping.  Apparently it's "fun".  For Jordan????  I'm not so sure about that.  Let me explain.
Every year the swim team seniors line up a "kidnapping" for the underclass.  At the beginning of swim season they told all of the parents that they will pick a night and drive to that swimmers house and get them out of bed in the middle of the night and not let them get dressed, comb their hair, or anything.  The asked that for those of us who live far away to maybe arrange for our kid to spend the night with a fellow swimmer.  We were given instructions to put our dog's away, unlock the door and give directions to the bedroom our daughter is sleeping in.  Sounds fun, huh????
Not for Jordan.  She knows that this is going to happen but doesn't know when and she totally wants to be a part of it.  Well, Jordan isn't like most girls.  She suffers from extreme anxiety on top of everything else and two nights ago when I lined up for her to sleep over at a friends house she went into panic mode.  There was no way I was expecting those girls to drive up here on our slick, icy, windy road to get my daughter.  It's too far away.   
I made up some excuse that I had to work a breakfast and that Dad couldn't possibly make it up and down the hill twice in one morning to get her to swim practice and Hannah to school.   Well, she didn't buy it and went into panic mode and couldn't stand the thought of sleeping over at so and so's house ON A SCHOOL NIGHT!!!!!
She is crying and crawling out of her skin and can't get it together.  I'm thinking this is a bad idea for her and I try calming her down saying it'll be fun and when does she ever get a chance to sleep over at a friends on a school night?  It's not working. 
I finally tell her the secret. 
Shame on me but like I said, we're not dealing with your ordinary child here.  This is different. 
I tell her we can call it all off and it would be better that she doesn't stay up all night, then swim practice, then school.  She almost bought it but then decided that she cannot miss out.  Darnit. 
So, tonight she is at her friends and hasn't spilled the beans and has already called 3 times.  The first time she was crying, wanting to be picked up, the second time she put it together and the third time she just wanted to hear my voice.  Sigh!
I love my daughter so much with her flaws and I am hoping that everything will be fine.  It's all harmless and they don't do anything wrong or mean or inappropriate.  It's just a great group of girls, 9th-12th grades that are doing what teens do best.  Having Fun. 
She's going to be a mess tomorrow and I will deal with that tomorrow. 
Ahhhhh,  High School.

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

The Clutter


I'm so over the clutter in my house.  This is my kitchen table and it looks like this pretty much every day. 
I have purchased separate bins for the 4 of us. 
Didn't work.
I have threatened, and threatened.
Didn't work.
I have labeled places for us to put our stuff.
Didn't work.
Obviously, nothing works. 
I have literally tried everything. 
Nothing works. 
I'm over it.  And I really don't know how to clean up the clutter. 
I have been over to some of my friends' homes and they have no clutter.  I  didn't believe it so I decided to "drop" by unannounced and still, no clutter.  How do these super Mom's do it? 
I need help with my clutter. 
Believe me,
NOTHING WORKS!!!!!!!

Monday, January 9, 2012

My 2011 Christmas Letter

This just went out to family and friends. 
A little late but it went out. 

Raising teenagers is like nailing Jell-O to a tree. 
Wrinkles don’t hurt. 

Laughing is good exercise.  It’s like jogging on the inside. 
Middle age is when you choose your cereal for the fiber, not the toy. 

 I found these quotes on an old Christmas letter from my Mom so I copied them.  Good stuff!

I hope you had a great year.  Here is a recap on the Bussy’s year of 2011.
January- Hannah turned 12.
February- The Friswold’s, our cousins, came for a ski visit.
March- Nothing.
April- Drove to Las Vegas for 3 days to get out of the snow. We stayed downtown 2 nights and the Mandalay Bay one night.  Bye, Bye American Pie is now our family song.
May- Heather celebrated her birthday in Scottsdale with 3 friends.   The weather was perfect.   Jack and Heather celebrated 21 years of blissful marriage.
June- Jordan turned 15.   Nana came for a visit to Fruita.  Always fun. 
July- Nothing.
August- Jack turned 51.  Jordan started High School.  Hannah started 7th grade.
September- Nothing.
October- Nothing.
November- Heather went to MN for a week with a weekend trip to Madison to see the Brolin’s. 
December-Holiday Madness.

There you have it. 

I hope you don’t mind the recycled paper.  

Have a Wonderful 2012!



Friday, January 6, 2012

Damn Kids

Bringing in the new year this year was pretty painless.  That was until my daughters showed me the pictures they took of me when I fell asleep on the couch one night this week at around 8pm.  I rarely fall asleep that early because I am such a night owl but that night I wasn't working and I had put in a very full two weeks over the holidays and I guess I was tired. 
I had a glass of wine in my hand and my eyes closed and for some reason they thought it would be funny to start snapping pictures of me while I was laying there sleeping.  No, I wasn't "passed out" like you are thinking, because I had wine in my hand.  It was my first glass. 
I had my glasses on, my hair was unwashed, I had about 8 chins because of the position I was in (OK, it's really because I am 10 lbs overweight) and it was just down right bad. 
The girls were cracking up big time and Hannah started poking me with her finger like I was some dead animal on the side of the road.  I woke up and wiped the drool from my face and blinked my eyes because I really didn't know what was going on.  I, after all, was the innocent one in this scenario and they were laughing at me and I didn't know why. 
Hannah started laughing really hard and kept snapping and by the time I got up and grabbed that camera she had taken around 5 pictures.  I did manage to delete all but one. 
Are you ready for this?   It's bad. 
Reality is now sinking in and it's time for a makeover. 


Here you have it







DAMN KIDS!!!!