Sunday, December 27, 2009
While at Disneyland we all had the chance to sit in a big "Beauty and the Beast" chair and take a computerized personality quiz to find out what Disney character we were.
Ian was Timon, the meerkat from Lion King. He is energetic.
Jared was Sheriff Woody. He likes order.
Kudi was Tinkerbell. She is sometimes a little jealous.
Tara was Ariel. She likes adventure.
Sophia was Mulon. She fights to protect her family.
Scotty was Mushu, the little dragon from Mulon. He sometimes speaks without thinking.
Friday, December 25, 2009
I thought it was cute this year how the boys actually put some thought into their gifts for others. Jared gave Ian a Spongebob cd, Kudi a badly needed wallet, Tara a necklace, Papa some earphones an ammo, and me some red mixing bowls. Ian gave Jared cash toward the laptop he is saving for, Kudi a hat, and Tara some ear rings, shared Papa's present with Jared, and got me badly needed socks. They did well.
The girls' presents were sweet, too. I got an apple timer, some red spatulas, and a wisk, and Scotty got some tools he really wanted. They threw in some treats as well. Notice the picture of us with our "memory mints" as we are getting a little forgetful.
Put the itinerary for each day (and any necessary tickets) in a gift box and open it each morning. Write on the outside of the box what day and what time to open it. Or open it the night before. But keep the trip and activities secret and only reveal one day at a time.
Remember the plastic wrap.
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Or how about: I am so confused.
Or: I have never sworn so much in a single day.
So, we made it to Oceanside and, no, wait - let me tell you first how frustrating it was getting to Oceanside. Our directions were clear, printed from Mapquest, but the California Highway system was not clear. There was a point where “I 215 becomes I 15" and we were supposed to drive for 15 miles and take an exit. But there are no signs. I mean, California never tells you the name of the highway, or at least hardly ever. GRRR. And then, their exits make no sense. In Utah and Idaho the exits are the number of the mile marker they are on. So if you are at mile marker 72, then that is the number of the exit. But California seems to randomly number their exits. Exit 46 is at mile marker #2. What is that?!
And traffic is terrible. Even when it is moving it is terrible. Even the boys looking out the window at the ribbon of cars moving off to the right toward a different highway said, “Wow, look at all the cars.” I thought, “I sure hope I like Disneyland because I hate California.” (Oh, there’s another possible title for this blog.)
Okay, so we get here, and guess what? NO reservation. We pull up my account and my reservation starts TOMORROW. Are you kidding me? What can you do but laugh? The girl at the desk tells me it happens all the time. Tara said she worked at the hotel in Springdale for 8 weeks, and it happened 3 times to her. I’m grateful I am not the only idiot out there.
So here we are in the Travel Lodge. The boys said, “Whoa, I think we downgraded.” That is a colossal understatement. However, the bed is really comfortable and there’s free (if monumentally slow) internet. What more could you ask for?
And the beach is nearby. It is lovely. Ian and I went running on the beach last night, holding hands, racing toward the surf. As the waves crest, the normally foamy white part glows florescent green. It is cool. We laugh. We are happy. It’s been a rocky start, but Ian hugs me and says, “I love this vacation!” (I guess there’s another title for my blog.)
Friday, December 11, 2009
Some days things just don't go smoothly but DANG! today was a record breaker.
I slept through my alarm (for the second day in a row, which also makes it the second time in my life I have ever done that.) So, I'm a half an hour late... only time for the essentials. No make-up, no making lunch. Then as I'm putting my coat on, I realize Jared has also slept through his alarm and now he is running about 45 minutes behind.
I wish him luck, ask Scott to make his lunch, and dash out to my car. Only to remember, my car is OUTSIDE because the garage door broke yesterday. Soooo.... my windows are covered in ice. I live in St. George; I park my car in the garage. I don't own a window scraper. I wait for the defroster (kind of), and zip off to work where---
Someone is blocking my parking space. They pulled in diagonally, blocking two spots, and left their car running. I honk several times because I know it is one of those darn choir students, and then finally, Mr. Proffitt, the French teacher comes running out! GRRRR!!!
It's 10 after 7 am and I already need chocolate. The good news is: I know where to find it.
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Click on the picture and it will get bigger, so you can see the rules.
Friday, November 27, 2009
Monday, November 23, 2009
Friday, November 20, 2009
We are supposed to do family pictures today for our Christmas cards. It could be ugly, in more ways than one.
I woke up at 2 am and could not get back to sleep. This is what my hair looks like so far.
So this will be like a "before" and "after" shot. Hopefully "after" will be so much better, right?
After - I take nap
After - I go to lunch with the girls
After - my near tears meltdown at the clinic this morning when they let someone go in front of me for a blood test AFTER I had been waiting FOREVER.
Pretty sure I wouldn't have cared if I had gotten to sleep in until 5:00 am.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
A few of the kids from the LRP group.
We scooped poop.
Sara Sisam suiting up.
The sign says, "Smile as you enter. What better place could you be." Nice thought but I was actually thinking someplace a little less stinky could be nice.
The magnitude and scope of the projects Best Friends is willing to take on is amazing. They have dogs, cats, horses and even pigs.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
See this fence. The golf course has erected this little fence along the cart path, for some project that they are doing.
So this morning, I let the dog out, and he goes down the cliff behind our house, out on to the golf course. He generally goes on the rough and then comes back up the cliff. I wasn't feeling well this morning, and it was stormy, so I didn't wait for him, and just left the back door open so he could come in when he was ready.
After a few minutes I hear a bark. Just one. It's not his crazy I-think-the-moon-is-an-alien-spaceship-about-to-land, angry and alarmed bark. It's his "open the door, please" arf. And I'm thinking, "What the heck, there are no doors on the golf course?!" (It's early.) So I go outside and call him. I whistle and call and he barks back, just once. I can tell he's in the middle of the golf course, but it is too dark to see him, and a gale is blowing that is making my eyes water and tears are running down my cheeks. I'm freezing, so I run inside and grab a jacket and a flashlight, and go back outside and call him again. I shine the flashlight and see two glowing orbs that are his eyes. I can hardly make out the rest of him, but I can tell he's just sitting there not moving, so obviously something is keeping him from coming in. So in the middle of the gale force winds I scramble down the boulders on the cliff side, using the flashlight to see. As I get closer I can see this little fence that somehow he's managed to cross, but he can't figure out how to get back over. So he laid down and called me. As I walked toward him, he doesn't move, and I wonder if he's tangled up in the string. But, no, he's just waiting. There he is, with all four legs tucked under him, belly on the ground, ears alert, smiling at me with his body, just waiting. He knew I would come.
The faith of a dog.
I lift the string and he slides under, and we go home.
Monday, September 21, 2009
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Memorial day and our trip to the Grand Canyon. There was so much fog when we got there that we couldn't tell there even was a canyon, or a tree, or a shrub. So we had lunch in the Lodge and watched that fog burn up and disappear and one really awesome canyon appeared in the window. It was so deep that Ian was afraid to go out on the path to the scenic overlook. A condor flew right above us and flapped his wings right above our heads. It was so cool.
Then we went camping in Pine Valley and saw a dozen deer. It was a little colder than we expected, so I'll have to remember that for next year.
The next week we went to Park City, well really it was Midway, Utah where we stayed. But Ian had his life changing experience riding horses in Park City. He's been a dare-devil ever since. We hiked Timpanogos Caves, which nearly killed me. Note to self: don't go there next year.
Over the 4th of July, Jenny Brown and Kerrie Stone and their cousin Stephanie and family came and we had a great Independence Day celebration. The fireworks at the rodeo grounds were awesome, and my friend Erica won the country music singing competition. Woo-hoo.
The next week we traveled to Las Vegas to spend the day with Terry and Debbie at the Lazy River at the MGM. A very fun and relaxing day. Good food, lots of laughs.
Then it was time for the Mackley Family Reunion at Gooseberry Campground in Fish Lake National Forest. What memories! It was wonderful to see all the cousins, but I particularly enjoyed sharing a cabin with Jamie and Theron (and kids), and Sonya and Scott (and kids). Oh, and lets not forget, we also shared the cabin with some Olympic athletes who lived in the attic. Some kind of rodent olympians practiced their events every evening. Very entertaining! (and frightening.) And we appreciate so much Scott Poole and his efforts at serenading. I still cannot believe Theron slept through all of that.
Then we had two fun days at Lagoon. Thank Heaven for Laguna Beach, or it would have been too much to bear. The boys rode everything, and in an effort to not be too much of a stick in the mud, I rode some scary rides, too. Someday the boys will know how much I hate to go upside down, but for now, I just wanted them to have a good time.
I couldn't believe my 8 weeks was nearly up, so we had to squeeze in a hike in Zion National Park. Pine Creek is a boulder hopping hike. Or really, instead of jumping from boulder to boulder, you actually heft yourself up one side of a boulder and scramble down the other side. It is a workout. We were all exhausted.
But hard-core summer fun seeker that I am, I went to Lake Powell the next day with my husband. Paddled around in a two-person kayak for an entire afternoon. What a stud I am. Note to self: spread out the fun, and give yourself a day to recuperate.
Two more days left... what can I squeeze in?
Sunday, July 19, 2009
So the family reunion was a hit, Lagoon was fun (and exhausting) and the eye doctor is taking Ian out of bifocals. We'll go back in 6 months to see how the new near-sighted prescription is doing. The trick now is: is there enough correction in his glasses to help keep his eyes straight? If he doesn't need glasses we lose the ability to prevent him from crossing his eyes, so more surgery becomes a possibility. However, the doctor thinks he's holding his eyes straight on his own without the bifocal, so that's why we are going to try to make the switch. (I know what I'll be fasting for over the next 6 months.)