Family (not necessarily blood)
Amber and Paul
Aunt Rebecca
Bouse House
Carrie
and Linus
Emily and Spencer
Jenny
Jordan
Liesl
Married Mormon Man
Matthew, again,
and Sarah
Taralynn & Kory
The Old Cowboy and REC
Maternal Journal
Thursday, October 30, 2008
what color are you?
Sorry for all the links as of late, but here is something that is free, until they receive 5000 requests, or 4 Nov.
I'm white, with blue. And you?
I'm white, with blue. And you?
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
exercise your right to vote!
Well, for those who are tired of debates, etc., here's something that I found enjoyable, and especially helpful in putting off homework.
dave's house
Well, I left my directions to Dave's house somewhere, where, I don't know. So, I texted him. I really despise talking on the phone - let me rephrase that. I enjoy talking on the phone usually when I'm not asking for something. I don't know what my problem is.
Anyhoo, we got some info from Dave, and after a turn around or two, made it to his house.
Kate and I had eaten at Arby's later in the afternoon, so when we were offered food to eat, we both hesitated a little. It was then he said that he had to at least offer, because his mom would ask if we had been offered food, and drink. Well, we don't like to get people in trouble with their mums, so we ate. The jam was especially delightful!
As we were clearing up, his mom came upstairs and asked if we had been offered any food. We answered positively.
Later that evening, there was a competitive game of skip-bo, no, Phase 10, which I WON.
His mom's dad and his wife were visiting, so I got to meet Dean Hansen's dad, too. The night before I had told the Dave a story how I used to think Dean Hansen's first name was in reality, Dean. And honest mistake, I thought, for one unlearned in the ways of academia.
The next morning during breakfeast, I overheard the mom telling her father the same story; I'm glad that it made people laugh.
We left fairly early, because we were wanting to spend time in Nauvoo, but before we left, we were provided with sack lunches and water bottles. We were told which sites to visit by his mom, warned by Dave that all seemed the same so we only really needed to visit one, and were off.
Anyhoo, we got some info from Dave, and after a turn around or two, made it to his house.
Kate and I had eaten at Arby's later in the afternoon, so when we were offered food to eat, we both hesitated a little. It was then he said that he had to at least offer, because his mom would ask if we had been offered food, and drink. Well, we don't like to get people in trouble with their mums, so we ate. The jam was especially delightful!
As we were clearing up, his mom came upstairs and asked if we had been offered any food. We answered positively.
Later that evening, there was a competitive game of skip-bo, no, Phase 10, which I WON.
His mom's dad and his wife were visiting, so I got to meet Dean Hansen's dad, too. The night before I had told the Dave a story how I used to think Dean Hansen's first name was in reality, Dean. And honest mistake, I thought, for one unlearned in the ways of academia.
The next morning during breakfeast, I overheard the mom telling her father the same story; I'm glad that it made people laugh.
We left fairly early, because we were wanting to spend time in Nauvoo, but before we left, we were provided with sack lunches and water bottles. We were told which sites to visit by his mom, warned by Dave that all seemed the same so we only really needed to visit one, and were off.
Monday, October 27, 2008
recap: 5 - Colorado to Nebraska
Breakfeast was at the Waffle House.
We toured their cute apartment, and left Fort Collins at noon that day. The next stop, Omaha, Nebraska.
I didn't find Nebraska as daunting to drive through as I'd been warned. And as Kate pointed out, you don't have to worry about many curves in the road.
I've been informed that this opinion won't last longer than the next time I drive through.
We'll see.
That night we stayed with Dave Fredericks and his family.
We toured their cute apartment, and left Fort Collins at noon that day. The next stop, Omaha, Nebraska.
I didn't find Nebraska as daunting to drive through as I'd been warned. And as Kate pointed out, you don't have to worry about many curves in the road.
I've been informed that this opinion won't last longer than the next time I drive through.
We'll see.
That night we stayed with Dave Fredericks and his family.
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Monday, October 20, 2008
recap: 4 - Utah to Colorado
Technically it was Portland to Salt Lake to Fort Collins, but that was much too long of a title.
I didn't make it to church. Instead I napped. I knew Kate probably wouldn't have gotten a nap, and I had said that I would take the first leg of driving.
We finally got out of Salt Lake around 6pm and headed East on I80.
We stopped the night in Fort Collins, CO with Julia and Eric, and new baby Elizabeth.
It was so very good to see them again. I wish time had permitted a better visit. Or even a better time for the visit.
Saturday, October 18, 2008
update
So the link below doesn't work.
If you're still interested, try copy and paste of: www.thevillagepetstoreandcharcoalgrill.com
If you're still interested, try copy and paste of: www.thevillagepetstoreandcharcoalgrill.com
Friday, October 17, 2008
Monday, October 13, 2008
recap: 3 - Seattle to Portland
Seattle really is lovely, if you know where you're going. Thankfully Kate and I have been in driving situations before, and she realizes that when I get frustrated about where I'm going, it's really nothing personal....
We made it on time (barely) to the ship and boarded. Yup, it was on a boat, the Argosy.
We made our final farewells to the newlyweds, and headed to meet a high school friend, Julia, who now lives in Seattle. We wandered around Seattle's library for a bit, then we gave her a ride home while I charged my dead phone so I could contact Jenny, my cousin.
We made a quick stop at a restaurant to say "Hi" then "Bye" to Jenny and her family, then headed back to Portland, via the Seattle Temple.
The temple was closed for renovations; Moroni received a new layer of gold leaf. A worker on the grounds told me that all the leafing was completed while he still stood on the spire, because if he had been lowered, city ordinances would not have allowed him to be raised up again.
After the temple, and some nasty gas station corn dogs, we were off, arriving at our hotel around midnight, ready to sleep fast for our 7am flight that morning.
We made it on time (barely) to the ship and boarded. Yup, it was on a boat, the Argosy.
We made our final farewells to the newlyweds, and headed to meet a high school friend, Julia, who now lives in Seattle. We wandered around Seattle's library for a bit, then we gave her a ride home while I charged my dead phone so I could contact Jenny, my cousin.
We made a quick stop at a restaurant to say "Hi" then "Bye" to Jenny and her family, then headed back to Portland, via the Seattle Temple.
The temple was closed for renovations; Moroni received a new layer of gold leaf. A worker on the grounds told me that all the leafing was completed while he still stood on the spire, because if he had been lowered, city ordinances would not have allowed him to be raised up again.
After the temple, and some nasty gas station corn dogs, we were off, arriving at our hotel around midnight, ready to sleep fast for our 7am flight that morning.
Friday, October 10, 2008
toto?
I went to class, and began to go sit down in a row. As I approached the the empty chair:
African American and Bulgarian: "Sorry, you can't sit here unless you're a minority."
Me: "Yes I can. I'm a minority. I'm Mormon."
AAB: "Oh, okay."
Hmmm. It's not as funny as I remember.
Those two were just giving me a hard time, I know, but it does go to show that I'm definitely Not in Kansas anymore!
African American and Bulgarian: "Sorry, you can't sit here unless you're a minority."
Me: "Yes I can. I'm a minority. I'm Mormon."
AAB: "Oh, okay."
Hmmm. It's not as funny as I remember.
Those two were just giving me a hard time, I know, but it does go to show that I'm definitely Not in Kansas anymore!
Monday, October 06, 2008
recap: 2 - Portland to Seattle
Day two. Friday.
We went shopping. We had an entire morning, and were tempted by the lack of sales tax. Oh, and I brilliantly forgot dress shoes. I have to say we were successful, though I used more self-control then normal, for which I am proud. Just say no not only works for drugs.
As we were finishing our little outing, we, well, Kate received a phone call from the bride to be, saying that they were running late, and if we could meet the photographer at the temple to let her know the situation, that would be fabulous.
Of course we were willing to oblige, but food was needed desperately. No one likes a grumbly tummy. There was a quick pitstop to Quiznos. The photographer was informed, and all was well.
The Portland Temple. It is beautiful. While we were waiting for the bride and groom to arrive, Kate and I were able to wander around the grounds.
This is when I was informed of a possible engagement of my cousin Taralynn and was asked to do detective work. I called her sister Amy and left a message. I later received a confirmation of the information and passed along the news. Such happy news!
The wedding was lovely. He is a good man and will take care of her, and she will allow him to take care of her. They will be happy.
On a side note: My mom, because of her experience of being a maid of honor, did not do that to anyone else, and seeing what others have gone through (gratefully I have not had this blessing myself) I have vowed not to do this to others. It only causes stress.
An hermanas photo. Both Kate and I had the honor of being step-daughters to Sarah. Kate being my daughter, Sarah was both step-grandmother AND step-mother at the same time.
We left Portland that night and headed to Seattle for the reception the next morning. We took a bit of a round about way, but it all worked out, for we found a Taco Bell for dinner.
We went shopping. We had an entire morning, and were tempted by the lack of sales tax. Oh, and I brilliantly forgot dress shoes. I have to say we were successful, though I used more self-control then normal, for which I am proud. Just say no not only works for drugs.
As we were finishing our little outing, we, well, Kate received a phone call from the bride to be, saying that they were running late, and if we could meet the photographer at the temple to let her know the situation, that would be fabulous.
Of course we were willing to oblige, but food was needed desperately. No one likes a grumbly tummy. There was a quick pitstop to Quiznos. The photographer was informed, and all was well.
The Portland Temple. It is beautiful. While we were waiting for the bride and groom to arrive, Kate and I were able to wander around the grounds.
This is when I was informed of a possible engagement of my cousin Taralynn and was asked to do detective work. I called her sister Amy and left a message. I later received a confirmation of the information and passed along the news. Such happy news!
The wedding was lovely. He is a good man and will take care of her, and she will allow him to take care of her. They will be happy.
On a side note: My mom, because of her experience of being a maid of honor, did not do that to anyone else, and seeing what others have gone through (gratefully I have not had this blessing myself) I have vowed not to do this to others. It only causes stress.
An hermanas photo. Both Kate and I had the honor of being step-daughters to Sarah. Kate being my daughter, Sarah was both step-grandmother AND step-mother at the same time.
We left Portland that night and headed to Seattle for the reception the next morning. We took a bit of a round about way, but it all worked out, for we found a Taco Bell for dinner.
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