On Saturday, Oct. 3, members of the Northwest Colorado Chapter of Parrotheads conducted their semi-annual cleanup of the Pebble Beach area along the Yampa River.
If you teach or parent you’ve have heard the expression countless times and experienced the frustration level of a student or child who say they don’t understand. Couple frustration with a “drive-thru lane” mentality and you have a recipe for learning resistance that can get the better of even the most seasoned educator. It isn’t really that kids just don’t get it — it’s often that they aren’t willing to spend the time working through the steps and struggles of understanding concepts and calculations that add all those new wrinkles to their brains.
Debby Parker was her given name. She was also known as “Wild Child,” her trail name, and after she finished walking the Pacific Crest Trail, she became Aspen Matis.
I always trust my instincts when it comes to picking fantasy football teams. I drafted a team on Yahoo! back in early August or late July, and Yahoo graded my drafted team with a D. Yes, a D.
It is nothing new for teens to test limits; pushing their parents’ boundaries is practically a given during the teen years and part of learning how to be independent. However, it is extremely important that teens do have set parameters, that they know they are responsible for their actions, and that those actions have consequences.
He quietly opens the door to his home after a long day of work. He walks as lightly as he can to the kitchen where he puts his lunch box on the counter. He peers into the living room and spots the love of his life on the couch with her eyes closed. He doesn’t want to disturb her, so he moves slowly and silently around the house.
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Autumn — it’s the season for beautiful blue skies, golden landscapes and herds of hunters. It’s also the season when we get to make important decisions for our community’s future on Election Day. Moffat County voters have the opportunity to vote on Referred Ballot Measure 5A when the ballots are sent to your homes in mid-October. Review your ballot and vote “yes” to be a part of our future.
A heartfelt thank you to all who helped in any and all ways during Tim’s battle with Lewy Body Dementia and final illness. Especially to Evelyn Pomeroy, Dan Davidson, Marie and Joe Shaffer, Lois Stoffle, Dr. Jon Hamilton, Stace Toye PA, the ambulance crews, nurses and doctors at The Memorial Hospital, and Kathy Gush and Care Givers at Sandrock Ridge Care Center.
We would like to take this opportunity to give a big “Thank you!” to the Hampton Inn, Brothers Meats and Vallarta’s for your generous donations of food to our students here at GOAL Online Academy.
There were so many people who helped while the wife was in the hospital, that I would like to say thank you and I appreciate the help and support I received.
The Classes of History of the American West at Moffat County High School extend a hearty thanks and note of appreciation to the Friends of Moffat County Education for their recent funding of our field trip to Dinosaur National Monument.
The credit for this week’s “From Pipi’s Pasture” goes to my sister, Chalotte Allum, of Fort Collins. One early morning, a couple of weeks ago, Charlotte called me and said that she had an idea for my column. Charlotte gets up early, and that particular morning she was waiting for it to be daylight so that she could use the natural light to choose the colors of fabric she was using to make a quilt. One thing led to another, and pretty soon Charlotte was thinking about the time we all spend “waiting.”
This week’s recipe comes from Geraldine Coleman of Craig. She sent me a packet of recipes the other day, which included a recipe for “Best Ever Meat Loaf” and then how you can make a “Frosted Meat Loaf” from it. I love meat loaf, and this recipe is a little different because it calls for cream of mushroom soup. I haven’t made it yet because I discovered that I don’t have any mushroom soup in the pantry. Next week!
About horses I’ve known… My first was named Maggie. A Standard bred. I was in the third grade. Father gave me an old cavalry saddle, split down the middle, light enough I could lift it. It was so uncomfortable I rode bareback.
When I can’t sleep, it’s usually because I’m entertaining mind-boggling concerns: What if I my doctor tells me the bump on my big toe looks cancerous? I tried to call Barbara three times, and her line was busy; someone must have died. I’d like to walk to my meeting tomorrow; but if I do, I might be late; and if I’m late, everyone will look at me, and if they look at me, I’ll be sweaty and red-faced from walking.