I HATE New Year's resolutions. I'm a firm believer in making my resolves and changing today. If I really want to change my life I'm going to change right this moment. I'm not going to put it off until the turn of the calendar. I don't feel like those are real resolutions. That being said, I still make some fun resolutions, more themes of the year rather than actual changes.
January 1, 2013 I was handling the glass of bubbly in my hand that I had just used to toast the the new year. I love bubbly, as anyone who has ever met me knows. Its such a tragedy that we only use it for special occasions. I mean, we will open a bottle of wine with dinner without thinking twice, but for some reason that sparkling wine is so much more sacred. Poppycock! My resolution in that moment was to make champagne, sparkling wine, cava, proseco, bubbly, or whatever you may call it, a more permanent fixture in my life. I was going to go out of my way to make the bubbles a more common place in my realm. I did it!! I fulfilled that resolution to the tee. In the words of Hank Moody (big Californication kick right now) "Nailed it!"
Now, 2013 did not come without trials and troubles, but I have to say it was a pretty damn awesome year for me. My person grew more than I ever thought possible. I credit the bubbles. They made everything nicer and more approachable. When things in my life weren't exactly what I dreamed them to be, the bubbles put a softer tone to them. When I faced things (sometimes with style, and sometimes with tears) the bubbles encouraged me to just ride it out. Now, some may say that I'm being very dramatic and giving the bubbles a lot of power, maybe too much, in my year. Maybe I am. All I know is that 2013, The Year of the Bubbles, was the best year I've had in my life. Which, brings me to my 2014. I didn't make the bubbles a priority in life this year, and I feel my life fell to shambles. I actually made a conscious effort to be healthier, not as a resolution, but to prove to myself that I can. Part of that effort was specifically cutting down on the bubbles. I can honestly say this was the single worst idea of my life. Every high I had ridden the previous year had its match in the lows of this year. I can tell you, that starting tonight (I have my dear friend fluted in hand) I will make my resolve of bubbles again. I cant afford to waste even one more day of this year, or this existence without making bubbles a priority in my life. In fact, I'm starting on my first novel. It's going to be utter shit. But, the title will be something after the style of Steinbeck, "Of Bubbles and Becs." I know not a soul will purchase it. But, that's okay. My homage to the bubbles doesn't need the stamp of approval from anyone else.
P.S. I just decided on another resolve, starting today-I refuse to wait till January 1 to start my work, I'm going to work on my vertical jump. I'm gonna get above the rim. Well, for sure just a dunk. I can then feel like my claims as a hooper are validated.
Sunday, December 7, 2014
Thursday, April 24, 2014
The Story of a 30 Year Old Loser
Surprise!!!! Thirty years is smacking me in the face with a very cruel and sharp sting. I'm older, fatter, uglier than ever before and everyday I wake up reminded of that as I walk in to a kitchen strewn with my roommates previous night's pizza entrails, the alcohol bottles of her 21 year old self discovery phase stacked in the open spaces in the room. Yes, I share an abode with a couple of 21 year olds. Every day I'm faced with the realization that this is what I have created for myself. Instead of making my path into a nice little townhouse that I keep, I wasted my years into a pig sty for a whopping $450 a month, which is almost more than my pity job can afford. I see my peers from school in differing phases of their own lives. Some, share my lack of glamour. And then there are the ones that I thought I would be in the company of. The achievers. The doers. I dreamt of great things when I was younger. Now, I can barely remember a single one of them. I try to figure out where I would like to take this detour. I convince myself that I am fashionably late in my arrival to adulthood. That, this is the road I meant to take. This is how I envisioned my struggle to greatness to be. Again, it's a harsh reality when I force myself to the truth. I'm here because I'm lazy. The greatness I once possessed has washed down the gutter and been replaced with a boneyard of aspirations. Now, reader, don't take this as a pathetic ploy for anything. I am here, I acknowledge it. I'm trying again to dream. I'm trying to discover where I can get find the water to nourish a blossom of hope for the next decade of this existence. So, for my 30th birthday wish, I wish for unfleeting motivation, for an inkling of a plan, for a little courage to start on the path, and for a taste of the greatness I know I was destined for.
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
MMMMMarch!
After the most mild winter I can remember, Spring is just around the corner. Even with mild temps, low snow fall, and not even a single snow man built, I'm ecstatic. I hate being cold. I hate getting wet pant legs as you traipse through the snow and slush. I hate that road salt turns my black car white. I hate waking up cold. I hate waking up to the dark sky. I hate wearing pants (although, I do love wearing jackets). I can't wait to permanently bust out minimal clothing, bicycle clothing, no clothing (did I just say that?), leave windows open day and night, green leaves on trees, cheap AND fresh produce, hiking, camping, camelbaks, sun roofs, windows down, long board, cut off jeans, iced beverages, sno cones, bbq, sun tans, frisbee, walking everywhere without shivering, swimming, lakes, summer tv series, Alpine loop drives, skinny dipping, no students, thongs, bike rides, star gazing, bon fires, dutch ovens, balcony nights, etc. etc. etc. These are a few of my favorite things (including etc. I love that all encompassing abbreviation). Today, even though it wasn't super hot, I was shorted and tanked out all day. I couldn't help it. I spent all day in the sun. ALL day. I got my first sunburn of the season!!!!! I know many people aren't too excited about this, but I am. I know it ultimately means just additional freckles, but I get so excited. Not only that I have additional color in my skin, but that I actually can be outside long enough that I don't shiver and freeze to death. (Yes, I know that shivering is an excellent all body workout, but it does not leave me feeling accomplished like an hour of cardio does.) I Love March. I love May even more, especially since March means spring snow storms and sporadic weather. But, I can't help get excited about the promises that March brings. I LOVE March! (Today)
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Tom Yum Yum Yum Soup
Disclaimer:
This is not a typical recipe in typical form. It's written as I speak, so please hear my voice as you follow the process, because I am actually dictating this to you with love. Or something that may resemble it. Or at least discontempt.
So, I love to cook. If you don't know me, I'm telling you right now. Let there be no questions. I love to cook. And then, I don't even mind eating what I cook. Actually, I'd say that both preparing and consuming food is a huge passion of mine. Often when I feel in a funk a good cook session will cure me a bit. If not then only copious amounts of copiousness would help. Me and my tangents... Back on course. With this Paleo business I've had a lot of fun trying to create and make food taste delicious. And, I'd say that I'm doing nicely. I do follow recipes to an extent, but then I just let my passion juices flow and I end up creating things that are really tasty. So tasty that I don't even mind making enough for a week's worth of leftovers. And then, I love to eat them even a week later. One of said dishes is Tom Yum soup. Now, I was very intimidated by this. I don't know why, but I was. I've had success in soups before (crab butternut bisque, leaves me drooling just thinking of it. And, also cream of garlic so rich and delicious that I grew an extra pant size because I ate the whole pot. By myself. In one sitting. Psych!! I didn't really) However, Thai soups had me a bit paralyzed at the cutting board. But, I conquered my fear and I valiantly and stalwartly carried on chopping, and mincing, and tearing, and plucking. And two days later I had produced one of my favorite dishes that I've ever cooked... and also the best Tom Yum soup that I've ever had. The end! I'm great and fantastic.
Psych!!! again. The real reason of this post is to share my joyousness of joy and passion. And, all things Thai.
So, the day before I made up my chicken stock. Now, the easiest way I found to do this was to grab a whole rotisserie chicken (Not totally Paleo, they use some stuff in there, but I'm okay with a little poison in my system). Lazy, I know, but it's cheaper and easier than actually making my own whole chicken just so I can make chicken stock from scratch. (It was my first ever stock from pot experience. It was a wildly pleasant experience that I would recommend to anyone. I just felt so June Cleaver about the whole thing) Plus, I got to use all the delicious meat in the recipe. After spending many moments getting burned by the piping hot chicken, fresh off the presses, I threw all the guts & such into a pot with some water, and a little of this and a little of that. You know, limp celery, onions that were sprouting shoots, carrots that not even bugs bunny would touch, fresh parsley, bay leaves that I had collected from the tree in my front yard, etc. And, I let it boil all evening long. When I could no longer take the aroma of the carcass melting into something so useful I pulled it off the stove and threw it in the fridge.
Soups On! So, I threw a moderate amount of stock on the stove....I'm talking about half of what I made. Remember, the stock is your base. So, as big of a batch as you want is how much stock you need. Now, next was my almost favorite part. I got to use fresh lemon grass! I've never even thought about it in my cooking before. Now I'm such a fan that I want to put it in my muffins. Yum! I grabbed a couple stalks, chopped and chopped (you can't use the top 1/2 as anything other than a twig floating in your soup...but still adds great flavor) I felt like I was just mincing up scallions, but with a much better aroma. Throw those little suckers in your stock and let it boil until you smell the lemony grassyness permeating the range. In the mean time I grabbed some shitake mushrooms, like 8-10, and thinly sliced them. Also, dried red peppers, 4-5 depending on your bravery and honor in the heat arena. (I could take more, but I didn't want the children to not eat the soup) Chop those up so you gots all sorts of flakes and seeds flying all around (I also threw in a couple whole just to add a little surprise as you ate. Like, a cracker jacks surprise) and then a few cloves, 3-6 cloves, of garlic minced. And, like 4-5 kaffir lime leaves. You let that all boil for a few. A good few. Like, long enough to chop up all the other veggies and stuff that you're gonna be putting in. I Like broccoli, tomato, carrot, and some red and green pepper. After cutting them all up into pretty little pieces I threw it into the the base with the chicken from the day before also. Let it cook until the veggies are edible. Well, actually, they're always edible. But once you get to the point that you can't stand it anymore that's when you throw both coconut milk and fish oil to taste. Now, fish oil has got to be one of the nastiest concepts, but boy does it make everything taste so darn delicious. I like me some coconut milk too. Once you add those final two ingredients MMMM.....perfection comes to pass in soup form. So delicious. And, now my second batch is done.....now. I'm peacing out to stuff my face.
This is not a typical recipe in typical form. It's written as I speak, so please hear my voice as you follow the process, because I am actually dictating this to you with love. Or something that may resemble it. Or at least discontempt.
So, I love to cook. If you don't know me, I'm telling you right now. Let there be no questions. I love to cook. And then, I don't even mind eating what I cook. Actually, I'd say that both preparing and consuming food is a huge passion of mine. Often when I feel in a funk a good cook session will cure me a bit. If not then only copious amounts of copiousness would help. Me and my tangents... Back on course. With this Paleo business I've had a lot of fun trying to create and make food taste delicious. And, I'd say that I'm doing nicely. I do follow recipes to an extent, but then I just let my passion juices flow and I end up creating things that are really tasty. So tasty that I don't even mind making enough for a week's worth of leftovers. And then, I love to eat them even a week later. One of said dishes is Tom Yum soup. Now, I was very intimidated by this. I don't know why, but I was. I've had success in soups before (crab butternut bisque, leaves me drooling just thinking of it. And, also cream of garlic so rich and delicious that I grew an extra pant size because I ate the whole pot. By myself. In one sitting. Psych!! I didn't really) However, Thai soups had me a bit paralyzed at the cutting board. But, I conquered my fear and I valiantly and stalwartly carried on chopping, and mincing, and tearing, and plucking. And two days later I had produced one of my favorite dishes that I've ever cooked... and also the best Tom Yum soup that I've ever had. The end! I'm great and fantastic.
Psych!!! again. The real reason of this post is to share my joyousness of joy and passion. And, all things Thai.
So, the day before I made up my chicken stock. Now, the easiest way I found to do this was to grab a whole rotisserie chicken (Not totally Paleo, they use some stuff in there, but I'm okay with a little poison in my system). Lazy, I know, but it's cheaper and easier than actually making my own whole chicken just so I can make chicken stock from scratch. (It was my first ever stock from pot experience. It was a wildly pleasant experience that I would recommend to anyone. I just felt so June Cleaver about the whole thing) Plus, I got to use all the delicious meat in the recipe. After spending many moments getting burned by the piping hot chicken, fresh off the presses, I threw all the guts & such into a pot with some water, and a little of this and a little of that. You know, limp celery, onions that were sprouting shoots, carrots that not even bugs bunny would touch, fresh parsley, bay leaves that I had collected from the tree in my front yard, etc. And, I let it boil all evening long. When I could no longer take the aroma of the carcass melting into something so useful I pulled it off the stove and threw it in the fridge.
Soups On! So, I threw a moderate amount of stock on the stove....I'm talking about half of what I made. Remember, the stock is your base. So, as big of a batch as you want is how much stock you need. Now, next was my almost favorite part. I got to use fresh lemon grass! I've never even thought about it in my cooking before. Now I'm such a fan that I want to put it in my muffins. Yum! I grabbed a couple stalks, chopped and chopped (you can't use the top 1/2 as anything other than a twig floating in your soup...but still adds great flavor) I felt like I was just mincing up scallions, but with a much better aroma. Throw those little suckers in your stock and let it boil until you smell the lemony grassyness permeating the range. In the mean time I grabbed some shitake mushrooms, like 8-10, and thinly sliced them. Also, dried red peppers, 4-5 depending on your bravery and honor in the heat arena. (I could take more, but I didn't want the children to not eat the soup) Chop those up so you gots all sorts of flakes and seeds flying all around (I also threw in a couple whole just to add a little surprise as you ate. Like, a cracker jacks surprise) and then a few cloves, 3-6 cloves, of garlic minced. And, like 4-5 kaffir lime leaves. You let that all boil for a few. A good few. Like, long enough to chop up all the other veggies and stuff that you're gonna be putting in. I Like broccoli, tomato, carrot, and some red and green pepper. After cutting them all up into pretty little pieces I threw it into the the base with the chicken from the day before also. Let it cook until the veggies are edible. Well, actually, they're always edible. But once you get to the point that you can't stand it anymore that's when you throw both coconut milk and fish oil to taste. Now, fish oil has got to be one of the nastiest concepts, but boy does it make everything taste so darn delicious. I like me some coconut milk too. Once you add those final two ingredients MMMM.....perfection comes to pass in soup form. So delicious. And, now my second batch is done.....now. I'm peacing out to stuff my face.
Monday, July 18, 2011
Paleorific!
I know that 2 days might be a little soon to update on my whole 30. However, I'm a bit shocked. Not that I'm seeing immense results already, but I'm amazed at how little I'm hungry and also how quickly I'm satisfied. Like, I just got back from a 2 hour bike ride at 9pm and hadn't eaten much before I left. As I was nearing home I started to get a bit ravenous. So, I came home cooked up some salmon, a very small sweet potato and some bell pepper. A quarter of the pepper and the potato had me nearing full. I forced myself to eat the salmon, because hey, who doesn't love a good piece of salmon? So, other than that I feel like I'm eating just as normal.
Last night's meal was delightful. I cooked up lemon rosemary chicken, roasted green beans, and a salad with homemade blueberry pomegranate vinaigrette. It was so tasty I didn't want to stop eating, except that I was totally full. I also made homemade applesauce with gala apples, pears and mango. It's deliciously tasty. I'm excited to see what challenges Paleo creates with a tasty food plan. I'm ready for the challenge and look forward to the culinary adventures that will come from it.
The thing that I'm really going to struggle with this month is Taco Bell. I know it is oh so gross. But, it tastes oh so good to me. And to go along with that, I'm really going to miss tortillas. I love them. Already I'm finding myself wanting one. And, just because I can't have it I want hot chocolate. I know, it is 90+ degrees outside and I'm jonesing for hot chocolate? Something is seriously crazy about that.
Last night's meal was delightful. I cooked up lemon rosemary chicken, roasted green beans, and a salad with homemade blueberry pomegranate vinaigrette. It was so tasty I didn't want to stop eating, except that I was totally full. I also made homemade applesauce with gala apples, pears and mango. It's deliciously tasty. I'm excited to see what challenges Paleo creates with a tasty food plan. I'm ready for the challenge and look forward to the culinary adventures that will come from it.
The thing that I'm really going to struggle with this month is Taco Bell. I know it is oh so gross. But, it tastes oh so good to me. And to go along with that, I'm really going to miss tortillas. I love them. Already I'm finding myself wanting one. And, just because I can't have it I want hot chocolate. I know, it is 90+ degrees outside and I'm jonesing for hot chocolate? Something is seriously crazy about that.
Saturday, July 16, 2011
The Bandwagon Just Passed, I Think I'll Jump On It.
I've started really trying to be healthier in my lifestyle choices as of late. I mean, I still enjoy my sweets and baked goods (I just finished eating my last bacon potato chip cookie), I still love me a kolache from Johnny. And, Taco Bell will always hold a special spot in my heart. However, I'm saying good bye to all of that. Not forever, I will still allow myself a splurge occasionally. I am starting my Whole 30 though. What does that mean? Tomorrow I'm giving the Paleo lifestyle a go. For 30 days, 1 month, 4 weeks, a calendar flip, a full moon cycle, etc., I will be giving up dairy, grains, legumes, and sugar. I have a few family members that have done the same thing and have seen amazing results in their health. So, here's what I'm hoping for....I'm hoping that my skin issue will disappear. I'm hoping I'll trim down and I will be one step closer to wearing my bikini out in public. I'm hoping for increased energy. I'm planning on being able to increase my performance on my bike. And, since I'm on a roll, I'm really hoping that my poor eyesight will be reverted. Now, I know that the last one probably won't happen. But, here's to hoping right? Well, I just got back from doing my grocery shopping for a week or so....$100 dollars. $100 dollars!!!! I bought some chicken, some almonds, and a hell of a lot of produce. Now, I'm hoping that this will last me a week or so. But, $100. Seriously? I think there is something seriously wrong in a society that makes eating healthy such a financial set back. Do you know how many kolaches I could have purchased for that? Or, do you know how many bags of doritos, or cheesy bean and rice burritos? Enough to last me much longer than a week. I'll keep an update on how my progress is going. I do need to do a weigh in and a photo shoot so that I can really document. Here's to the next 30! And, to improved health.
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Solidarity is solid!!!!!
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
10-Speed Humiliation
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Espana, Land of the Spanas. Oh, and also France, Land of the Croissant
Okay, here's the report on the trip to Spain. I did something very stupid on the day of departure. I decided that it would be a good idea to fly out to CT to meet with Michael. The plan was then to fly together to JFK and on to Barcelona. Well, plan crashed. Plan burned. We were stuck in Hartford for two days because the ONE flight a day to JFK was full both times. Ugh. Our trip was starting off terribly. (I however was more okay with it than Michael because even if I was stuck in CT I was still technically on vacation. He however, was not.) Well, after day 2 of being stuck we got word that we didn't make the flight and we ran. We decided to see if we could make the 6:00 BCN flight from JFK. How? Well, we ran to the car jumped in and drove down to JFK. From Airport to Airport we made it in a miracle 2 hours. Wow!!!!! We made it through security and to the gate with about 10 minutes to spare before they started boarding the flight and gave us our seating assignment.
As we sighed a huge sigh of relief as we settled down into our Business elite seats, sat back and relaxed I looked over and there was an old man nesting in the seat next to me. This is where the interesting stuff really starts. Soon found out that this guy was the creepiest person that I've ever met. He kept bringing up how he is a womanizer. Michael kept encouraging him. Gross. I was stuck between the creep and the dude that kept laughing at his disgustingness. He mentioned several times how he has X-ray vision and made several comments on my under clothing features. Highly inappropriate. 9 hours had me as a prisoner next to this man. I couldn't get away from him quick enough.
Well, we landed in BCN and immediately found our hotel shuttle. Our hotel was a perfect compliment for the expectations I had of Barcelona. Despite the hope of just crawling in between the sheets and sleeping off my night of 0 sleep we hit the town. I'm glad we did, but we were both totally apathetic and lethargic that any motivation to see the sights or put up with the crowds went out with the tide (see how I did that? Since Barcelona is a port town I made a terrible joke.) We did make it to the market in town. It was so awesome. Had so many stalls with unique and beautiful products. We also stopped and got some tapas at one of the stalls. So delicious! Shrimp, artichokes, asparagus, mussels and deliciousness. Well, other than the tapas and the market we weren't too impressed with Barcelona. After a nights sleep we decided to rent a car and head up into France.
Some of the most spectacular sights we saw was Girona, Spain. We got lost in this perfect little town, but I really can't imagine a more perfect town to get lost in. We drove the streets looking for a castle. but, we never found it because as a navigator I didn't have an adequate map at all. But, we did get up into some of the coolest and best neighborhoods where I felt like I got more of a taste of the Spanish way of life way more than we would have had we found the castle. But, on our way to Perpignan, France! Another gorgeous little French town. I was in love. Everything was so quaint and well manicured in this little town. It definitely had a tourist centre, but it wasn't overwhelming at all and I could also tell that the locals enjoyed the centre also, it wasn't just the trap.
Next stop was Carcassonne, France. This may have been my favorite stop. We had an amazing walk through the streets of a medieval city. I had never seen such an amazing castle. It was enormous, and so intact still. People still live within the castle walls. (she may have looked like a ghost, but I swear this old lady was totally real.) I can't even describe how awesome this city was. My favorite was seeing this castle at sunset. I didn't get a photo, but I'm sure you can imagine.
As we sighed a huge sigh of relief as we settled down into our Business elite seats, sat back and relaxed I looked over and there was an old man nesting in the seat next to me. This is where the interesting stuff really starts. Soon found out that this guy was the creepiest person that I've ever met. He kept bringing up how he is a womanizer. Michael kept encouraging him. Gross. I was stuck between the creep and the dude that kept laughing at his disgustingness. He mentioned several times how he has X-ray vision and made several comments on my under clothing features. Highly inappropriate. 9 hours had me as a prisoner next to this man. I couldn't get away from him quick enough.
Well, we landed in BCN and immediately found our hotel shuttle. Our hotel was a perfect compliment for the expectations I had of Barcelona. Despite the hope of just crawling in between the sheets and sleeping off my night of 0 sleep we hit the town. I'm glad we did, but we were both totally apathetic and lethargic that any motivation to see the sights or put up with the crowds went out with the tide (see how I did that? Since Barcelona is a port town I made a terrible joke.) We did make it to the market in town. It was so awesome. Had so many stalls with unique and beautiful products. We also stopped and got some tapas at one of the stalls. So delicious! Shrimp, artichokes, asparagus, mussels and deliciousness. Well, other than the tapas and the market we weren't too impressed with Barcelona. After a nights sleep we decided to rent a car and head up into France.
Some of the most spectacular sights we saw was Girona, Spain. We got lost in this perfect little town, but I really can't imagine a more perfect town to get lost in. We drove the streets looking for a castle. but, we never found it because as a navigator I didn't have an adequate map at all. But, we did get up into some of the coolest and best neighborhoods where I felt like I got more of a taste of the Spanish way of life way more than we would have had we found the castle. But, on our way to Perpignan, France! Another gorgeous little French town. I was in love. Everything was so quaint and well manicured in this little town. It definitely had a tourist centre, but it wasn't overwhelming at all and I could also tell that the locals enjoyed the centre also, it wasn't just the trap.
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Found the Camera!!
This week I decided I was going to bake. Well, here it is. My newest, latest, and maybe greatest invention yet. Baby Daddy Booze Cake. With, white chocolate cream cheese frosting and raspberry sauce with a crown of fresh berries. Oh, my! It's like a fudge in a cake. But better. mmmm
Just a little glimpse of my awesome Alaska tan (hahahahahahaha) Or, I just thought this was a great photo of my freckles. Why I'm publishing it I don't know.
Carol Anne, Mother, Grandmother, Spencer and I sitting around at Grandmother's apartment the day before Grandpa's funeral.
You thought I could actually leave Whit out of any post I had with anything Alaska? Nope, couldn't do it. Here she is in the ice caves. And, below...there I am as I've tapped into Mother Nature's deliciousness
Our first day in Juneau Whitney and I decided that Juneau was like Neverland. It was our Neverland. For some reason we didn't have a Peter, but I was Tink and Whit was a Lost Girl. We had our pirates (the pilots of Temsco) We had everything that Neverland would have had. So, on our hike to the ice caves that first year we stopped at this little covered bench that looks out over the glacier. While I was contemplating the meaning of life and other important issues Whit was busy leaving our mark for all posterity to view for years to come. On my visit back up there we decided we needed to take a look at our mark we'd left. Whit decided it was appropriate to update our timeline.Monday, March 14, 2011
I can see clearly now
Last Easter morning I woke up to a foot and a half of snow piled up on my car. I got ready for church, put my heels on and went and waded through the snow to my car. I climbed in (without scraping the windshield. I don't do it when I'm in Jeans and sneakers, you think I'm gonna do it in heels and a knee length dress?), and hit the wipers. The snow all quickly cleared and I was left with a giant crack. Right where my rear view mirror attached to the windshield is where the mayhem began. The crack went up for 3 inches to the top of the window, and out to the each side a foot and a half. Now, this was not there the night before; nor did I even have a chip in my windshield. Well, progressively this crack has grown into a very illegal and despicable interruption in the fluidity of my windshield. I'm so proud of what it has accomplished and become. It has now completely wrapped around and created an enormous, and complete, circle. So much so that when I go through the car wash I actually hold my windshield just so it won't break and fall through on me leaving me sudded and soaked. As I was driving down the freeway yesterday morning it's raining a proper rain. I hear that familiar thud. As soon as the wipers cleared the water I searched for the damage. I found it. A chip right in the center of my window, and smack dab in the middle of the circle crack. It's almost as though it's the epicenter and the crack is the ripple, although they happened in reverse order. Anyway, I digress. I was livid at this chip. How dare that rock create such an eyesore on my window. I can't believe how upset and frustrated I was at that chip. It was then that I realized the irony and total ridiculousity of my emotions at that moment. I had become so proud of my complete circle crack that has overtook my entire windshield. And, that little chip that you can barely notice (especially in the enormity of the circle) had me so upset. I wonder what my therapist will say. (Well, I don't really wonder because I don't see a therapist so there will be no response when I tell my journal, which is my acting therapist.) So, now I'm determined to make up it up to that little chip for all those misplaced emotions. I can't wait until it spreads and creates a wheel/spoke effect with the circle. When the two combine it will be quite the little piece of art. ~~~I did have a photo of my precious little crack, but it is not allowed to be uploaded
Friday, March 11, 2011
Shopping for Sanity
Well, by the title of this post you may have your guesses where I'm gonna take this one...my frustrations and peeves with fellow shoppers. I went to Costco today. I love Costco! I can't get enough of it. I'd live in the store if they'd allow it. My frustrations begin starting at the fuel pump. I look down at my gas gauge this afternoon and realize that it's time. So, I pull into the parking lot, take all the back routes to avoid people; it works. I beat out everyone else who was headed in that direction. As I pull up there is a vehicle leaving, he's parked in front of another car that has just pulled in. A Grandma fumbling to pull her cards out and get everything in order. So, I pull forward slide back into position. Just as my pump finished and clicked into gear I look and see Grandma getting into her Camry. As I put my cap on I notice that she has backed up as though she's going to go forward. Well, this is where it all happens. She sees that I'm finished and getting into my car. So, she appears like she is going to do the smart thing and wait so she doesn't have to do the tricky tricky to get around my car. Well, that's not the smart thing to her, obviously. As I put my car in gear and roll a bit, Grandma decides that it's now the perfect time to jet out and around. Not gonna lie, I'm confused why she waited so long to do that. I mean, What was the point in waiting for me to completely finish before you cut in front. She then jets down the aisle to find a parking spot. I was gonna go down that aisle and had my blinker on, but Grandma cuts me off. Go for it dear, it's all yours. So, I go down the next aisle over and find a close spot right off the bat. I look over and Lady is 4 spots farther back than I am still waiting. Now Grandma, I appreciate you and your dashing out in a mad hurry, otherwise I would have gone down that aisle and I'd be waiting for a spot instead of getting right in. So, I go inside. I'm not too far in when I really start to get peeved. I go and look at some of the clothing. This Lady has stopped and is looking at the next table over; with her cart totally blocking the aisle. Now, I realize this is Costco and there are many many exciting things to see. But, I don't get how you can just stop without any thought to foot traffic around you. So, I quietly brush past her cart. Well, Lady has seen this and gives me a huge stinky crusty for moving her cart two inches so I can get by. Lady isn't even attached to her cart, so it doesn't bother her physical person at all. But, she was appalled at the gall that I had in moving her cart so I can sneak past. Well, I make my way down aisles trying to be considerate of the others around me. I'm making efforts not to be an obstacle they have to get past. I even pull over to the side as I see a group of four burly Dudes walking 4 abreast down the aisle (and not notice that people are trying to get by because they are checking me out...annoyance is not a good start Dudes). Now, the appallation hasn't really started just yet. Samples. Why do samples charge people up into their dumbest most inconsiderate self? They were sampling ready made philly cheesesteak sammies today. I normally don't bother if there isn't a sample ready to go. Or, if there is a line of any sort. But, I really wanted to taste this product before I purchased (delightful, just so you know. There was one good thing about the trip.) So, there is a man and his wife with a small child in the cart that had been waiting at least 5 minutes. I was browsing down an aisle or two before they were pulling them out of the cooker. Well, Sampleman pulls out the sammies out of the cooker and Guy and Kid jump in front of Patient Family and steal their samples out of their hands. Guy and Kid were no where near the scene except to rudely jump and grab the slice out the Family's hand. I couldn't believe it. So, I head over to the produce in search of nectarines. I see Woman approach them a split second before I do. Woman must have played some mean basketball, back when it was invented, because she had totally blocked out everyone from those nectarines. 5 minutes she was there. 5 minutes! To pick out some nectarines. What can you really be doing for 5 minutes with a nectarine container?! She was acting like they hadn't seen one another in years and needed to stop and catch up. She couldn't miss out on a single thing. She was the freaking nectarine whisperer. For 5 minutes! I wandered over to the plums next to the nectarines to see if I could get her to scootch for a bit and I could quickly grab a container while she continued with her micro inspection of every single nectarine on the pallet. No, she didn't scootch. I waited at least 2 more minutes for Woman to grab her nectarines and move enough for me to get in there. Then I go into the produce cooler. I need raspberries. Quick in and out. So, I put my cart in the corner out of the way so that traffic will not be impeded while I pick up a clamshell. Well, I go to grab my cart and get out, but I can't 3 Old Bags have blocked in my cart and are perusing the peppers. Now, I understand the need to pick out good produce. But, 2 things. #1, Costco is really great at keeping up on pulling bad produce out. #2, does it really take 3 years to pick out a thing of peppers, and do you really need to block everyone in the process? So, I decide after the produce incident I'll go get some yogurt-a calm aisle. Well, as I'm getting over to the yogurt aisle I see an Orange Juice Sampler at the head of the aisle. I'm planning on steering clear. No one is there so it should be easy to maneuver around. Wrong. Ma'am decides she wants a sample. So, she cuts in front of me and goes in for the sample. Now, this wasn't just a grab and go like most. No, Ma'am has decided that she's gonna turn this into a regular wine tasting. She stops, she smells, she swirls, she sips, and she looks to the heavens to contemplate the tastes of Kirkland Signature O.J. Now, why is this a problem? Because Ma'am is totally oblivious to anyone around her and has just totally held up all flow of shoppers while she has her out of body tasting experience. Finally she moves and we all resume shopping. After that I decided I needed to get out of the store. And, I can't imagine what it would have been like if it were a busy day. I am totally baffled at the complete lack of consideration for anyone else in the world. Or, maybe it's not lack of consideration, maybe they really are unaware that this is not their own private store. I just couldn't believe it. I am continually making a conscious effort not to be that person, so I just couldn't get over how many there were in one place at the same time today. The only thing that redeemed this trip is that Receipt Marker Chick was very nice and totally polite. It was a very sweet note to a very bitter trip. Monday, March 7, 2011
I don't really have anything of much, or any, importance to report upon; but I feel like it's been much too long since I've reported anything. So, I suppose that I'll make up something to relay and report. Or, maybe I don't have to make anything up, I can just put a new spin on something. I have started cooking on my days off. Now, I'm really enjoying learning to cook new and different dishes. A few weeks ago I had a little dinner party. i had images of gourmet and delicious. As well as beautifully plated and so appetizing. None of those really came true. Except the gourmet. I decided that I'd make a veal dish. Now, I've never cooked veal before, but I was really excited about it. I got a recipe for veal scallopini. I totally botched it. I can't believe I ruined $50 of meat....but I did. I overcooked it. Like the one rule about beef is don't over cook it. I did. And, I made some delicious rice pilaf also. It tasted fantastic...but again it was overcooked from trying to keep it hot while company arrived. The one thing that totally turned out like I imagined was my nectarine tart. I love making sweets. I know how sugar contributes and what cinnamon, and all the other components of a sweet dish can really do for the end product. But, I don't get how many of the other spices change the flavor and integrity of a dish. Anyway, dinner didn't turn out at all like I expected. But, I did enjoy making and learning. And, the company was great. Since then I've also made a cream of garlic soup. mmmm. so tasty. The recipe calls for 4 head of garlic, and 4 onions and an entire loaf of french bread. It was so great. I also made a chocolate liqueur cake. It didn't turn out quite like I imagined, but I'll give it another go. I mean, really what else am I gonna do with all the left over liqueur? When I get the cake to turn out I'll top it with a delicious cream cheese white chocolate frosting with raspberry sauce. Oy, I salivate just thinking about the potential. Or the disaster. After I master that I've got nothing on the docket.... so for my 4 readers out there I would love recommendations, requests, and suggestions. I can make it and let you know if it was worth it and then you don't have to waste effort, time or ingredients. I'll do all the testing. I expect the ideas to start rolling in asap
Sunday, October 24, 2010
My brother can now kill people and bring them back to life
Here is a photo post of our trip back to CT for Michael's graduation. We also visited NYC and Boston. Patrick, Michael, and I had such a great time together. We played like we were kids again, but so much better cause we love each other now and really enjoy one another's company. I miss both of them so much. I wish we could all live near each other and play like this more often. I know Patrick missed his family a lot while he was there, but I'm sure glad he came even though the rest of the crew couldn't. And, I'm so proud of Michael for this awesome accomplishment. Love you both!!
Friday, October 1, 2010
Books, Books, Books, and Kolaches!!!
I've had a very openly scheduled summer this summer. As you have already read I've been able to go on a few adventures (not even all of them were written about, I know it's a crime but Shanna You're the only one that is disappointed) and I've had time to take up my favorite past times again. READING!!!! I know some people have never been fond of reading, but I'm not one of those I don't get 'those people'. I have gotten so wrapped up in reading that I will sit and read in plane guts, sitting on plane tugs, I even sneak away into the women's restroom and sit and read. Now, I know you're telling me that's probably tmi right now. However, there are two couches in the women's restroom so I choose the most comfy one and sit and read for many many minutes. And the same group of people is always right outside the door at a table talking. I only imagine what they have thought about my frequent escapes into the restroom for such extended amounts of time. It's weird though, I'm starting to feel smart again. I even learned a new word from my last book..... Syphilitic. They were talking about someone being dafter than a syphilitic polecat. Hmmm, I never thought of polecats being at all syphilitic before that point. So, the point of today's entry on here is to list and rate some of book readings from this summer. Very ambitious you all say, aloud, to know one but your computer screen and syphilitic polecat... it's actually much less ambitious than the pile of laundry that needs to be put away. So, here starts the listing, and I know and expect that none of you will agree or even care how I rate such matters. But, alas....
Pride and Prejudice and Zombies by Jane Austen and someone else.....4 stars. Very clever and funny, and something very boylike to do. I wish I had thought of doing something like that to make football more interesting for myself.
Catcher and the Rye by J.D. Salinger....on a scale of 1 to 10, it gets an 11. Much like the great artist Bon Jovi. My new favorite book. I love it!!!
Franny and Zooey also by J.D. ...entertaining. Loved the characters.
Raise High the Roofbeam, Carpenters and Seymour, an Introduction. Another Salinger one. (there is a pattern here folks) Flopped after the wedding. I'm sick of Salinger using the same storyline for his books.
Nine Stories by Salinger (His last book for me to read) I got sick of the New York setting in this one. I love the writing style of Salinger. I just wish he could have put his characters in some other city once in a while.
Farewell to Arms by Sir Ernest Hemmingway. 3 stars, maybe 3.5. I got frustrated with the simple sentences that the author used. And, I'm not one to notice that sort of thing so it must have been very frustrating to people who do. But the story was enough. Tragic ending.
1984 George Orwell. I wasn't let down with this one. I find futuristic stories great. And, I hate big brother. I was so mad at this ending.
Fahrenheit 451....two thumbs way up. I loved this one as well. As far as futuristic stories goes, Ray Bradbury did a marvelous job. I was so enthralled the whole time.
Percy Jackson and the Olympians series of 5.... Clever, light and enjoyable. Rick Riordan captured the reader's attention. Yes, they were juvenile reading levels.... but I learned so much about Greek Mythology from these books and he made the characters real so I actually remember the stuff.
The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald. Loved it! Another 11. I couldn't put it down. Another tragic one.
The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo by Stieg Larsson. Murder mystery that was intriguing, but very violent, and much about sexual crimes. Rapes, murders and that sort. And too much of it. (If I'm saying that there must have been way too much) I won't be reading the other books. But, did teach me my new word and just found out the author was born Stig Larsson but changed his name cause his best friend had the same name and they didn't want to be confused. Fun fact!
Slaughterhouse Five. I read this one trying to figure out why it has such a great following. I never found out. I give it the bronze. Not that it's third, but it's not the best and not second.... but not the worst either.
Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins... 4 out of 5 stars. Entertaining, capturing. Reminded me of the Lottery.
The Summons by Grisham. Boring. Rarely have I left a book unfinished. I got 3/4 of the way through and didn't care who was the criminal following the hero around.
This is an incomplete list of my reads, there were more and there are still more to come, but I don't want to rate any more. I find this is enough of my opinion for one blog.
On a much more sider note I want to report that I have found a new love. His name is Johnny Kolache. He has stolen my heart and my palate. He prances around his store giving his samples of kolaches and cinnamon rolls and tells all the ladies that Johnny would make the best wife ever. The philly cheese with jalepeno (my newest love. I can't get enough of jalepeno at all. I order it wherever I go) is to die for. If only I could take Johnny up on being the best wife. Here's the link to his website. I encourage the masses to go. But, since my three readers are in New Mexico, Houston, and stuck at home in Provo I'll just post it so you can dream about them. Except you Ms. Houston. You have them there. http://johnnykolache.com/
Pride and Prejudice and Zombies by Jane Austen and someone else.....4 stars. Very clever and funny, and something very boylike to do. I wish I had thought of doing something like that to make football more interesting for myself.
Catcher and the Rye by J.D. Salinger....on a scale of 1 to 10, it gets an 11. Much like the great artist Bon Jovi. My new favorite book. I love it!!!
Franny and Zooey also by J.D. ...entertaining. Loved the characters.
Raise High the Roofbeam, Carpenters and Seymour, an Introduction. Another Salinger one. (there is a pattern here folks) Flopped after the wedding. I'm sick of Salinger using the same storyline for his books.
Nine Stories by Salinger (His last book for me to read) I got sick of the New York setting in this one. I love the writing style of Salinger. I just wish he could have put his characters in some other city once in a while.
Farewell to Arms by Sir Ernest Hemmingway. 3 stars, maybe 3.5. I got frustrated with the simple sentences that the author used. And, I'm not one to notice that sort of thing so it must have been very frustrating to people who do. But the story was enough. Tragic ending.
1984 George Orwell. I wasn't let down with this one. I find futuristic stories great. And, I hate big brother. I was so mad at this ending.
Fahrenheit 451....two thumbs way up. I loved this one as well. As far as futuristic stories goes, Ray Bradbury did a marvelous job. I was so enthralled the whole time.
Percy Jackson and the Olympians series of 5.... Clever, light and enjoyable. Rick Riordan captured the reader's attention. Yes, they were juvenile reading levels.... but I learned so much about Greek Mythology from these books and he made the characters real so I actually remember the stuff.
The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald. Loved it! Another 11. I couldn't put it down. Another tragic one.
The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo by Stieg Larsson. Murder mystery that was intriguing, but very violent, and much about sexual crimes. Rapes, murders and that sort. And too much of it. (If I'm saying that there must have been way too much) I won't be reading the other books. But, did teach me my new word and just found out the author was born Stig Larsson but changed his name cause his best friend had the same name and they didn't want to be confused. Fun fact!
Slaughterhouse Five. I read this one trying to figure out why it has such a great following. I never found out. I give it the bronze. Not that it's third, but it's not the best and not second.... but not the worst either.
Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins... 4 out of 5 stars. Entertaining, capturing. Reminded me of the Lottery.
The Summons by Grisham. Boring. Rarely have I left a book unfinished. I got 3/4 of the way through and didn't care who was the criminal following the hero around.
This is an incomplete list of my reads, there were more and there are still more to come, but I don't want to rate any more. I find this is enough of my opinion for one blog.
On a much more sider note I want to report that I have found a new love. His name is Johnny Kolache. He has stolen my heart and my palate. He prances around his store giving his samples of kolaches and cinnamon rolls and tells all the ladies that Johnny would make the best wife ever. The philly cheese with jalepeno (my newest love. I can't get enough of jalepeno at all. I order it wherever I go) is to die for. If only I could take Johnny up on being the best wife. Here's the link to his website. I encourage the masses to go. But, since my three readers are in New Mexico, Houston, and stuck at home in Provo I'll just post it so you can dream about them. Except you Ms. Houston. You have them there. http://johnnykolache.com/
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Awesome August, in a Nutshell
So, I have missed a couple other trips/adventures in the past few weeks. I went to see Pat, Jen, Jonas, and Mimi a few weeks ago. It was exactly how I imagined life would be as an airline employee. Morning of I woke up a few minutes early, threw a bag together, went to work. As soon as work was done I listed for the first flight to them. Called up Jen and told her that I'd be there in a few hours and was this okay? Yes! I was on my way. As Pat and I drove up to the house we were met in the driveway with a very heart warming welcome. All foot and a half of Jonas was out in the driveway putting everything he had into waving us home. The biggest smile he has and the best wave I've ever seen. I've never felt such excitement for me to arrive anywhere. I know it was really all for his dad, but I'll take some of it for me also. Well, we spent the next few days playing with cars, trucks, and cartrucks. Also playing soccer. And, eating ice cream. Jonas melted my heart all weekend. One night he and I were sitting sharing a bowl of ice cream and either P or J asked him a question about bed. He looked at me and gave me the "are they crazy" look then turned to them and replied, "I happy." 
We had a lot of fun that weekend bonding. Mimi is a beautiful little girl. I'm lucky to have her in the family. She is already quite the addiction. (I meant to type addition, but when it came out addiction I decided to let it stay because that is the truth as well.) When the weekend ended and it was time for me to go Jen and the kidlins took me to the airport. Well, both of them had fallen asleep on the way there so I didn't want to wake either to say goodbye. I got on the plane and flew home. When I arrived though, I was met with a voicemail from Jen telling me that when they got home Jonas went into the room where I was staying, saw that neither me or my things were there any longer, sat down on the floor and cried. Not that I usually take pleasure in making children cry, but I'm happy about this one. Means he loves me! Anyway, a very fun and awesome weekend spent with the family. I can't wait to see them all again. Who would have known growing up that Pat and I would enjoy each other's company?Okay, next weekend played out a little similar with planning. But, I went a little further East. I decided I'd fly out and see Michael in CT before he left the place. The original plan was for Jen and I to fly out and see him, and the especially to see the place he hates so much. Well, Jen and Mimi couldn't make it due to a terrible no good Thursday that had long lasting effects. Well, Michael picked me up and away we went. We went to an awesome little Chinese restaurant. I felt like I was in a movie or something... the whole place was run by "the family" I'm pretty sure it was the Chinese Mafia. But, hey, good food and good service. I won't turn them in. The next day we met up with some of Michael's friends and went to Lake Compounce. The place for family fun in Connecticut. 
Well, with rides that meet and exceed the limits and expectations of Trafalga it was a wet and wild day. So, most of the rides were a miniature version of other rides I've been on. However, Lake Compounce does have a sweet wooden roller coaster called Boulder Dash. Now, Boulder Dash was voted as the #1 wood roller coaster in the nation. And, I would have to agree. It was a sweet ride. Next day Michael took me to New York City. I had never been so he was kind enough to take me all around the city and see all the sites he has seen a million and a half times. Of course we saw all the usual....but, left a few for the next time I'm there. (the Met, a Broadway show, museums, coney island, dodger stadium, the infamous Lincoln tunnel that you have to walk through in order to get to the North Pole, etc.)
Well, with rides that meet and exceed the limits and expectations of Trafalga it was a wet and wild day. So, most of the rides were a miniature version of other rides I've been on. However, Lake Compounce does have a sweet wooden roller coaster called Boulder Dash. Now, Boulder Dash was voted as the #1 wood roller coaster in the nation. And, I would have to agree. It was a sweet ride. Next day Michael took me to New York City. I had never been so he was kind enough to take me all around the city and see all the sites he has seen a million and a half times. Of course we saw all the usual....but, left a few for the next time I'm there. (the Met, a Broadway show, museums, coney island, dodger stadium, the infamous Lincoln tunnel that you have to walk through in order to get to the North Pole, etc.)We took the Staten Island Ferry, walked the Brooklyn Bridge (I know a guy whose family owns that bridge), saw the Empire state, Walked around Central Park, Climbed to the top of the Rock, rode the subway everywhere, ate street vendor food, saw Ground Zero, shopped at Century 21, played the 
BIG piano, and all sorts of other fun. Now, I mentioned that Michael has played tour guide to all of his friends that come out to the area. So, he did all this again for my benefit. I felt a little bad that he had to go on the SIF for the 30th time. So, I decided to give him an experience that he had never had before. It was a first for both of us, but we ate at White Castle. 
It was amazing. Harold and Kumar could not have captured the essence of the place any better. We also spent an hour or so on the Top of the Rock. We were able to watch the sunset from on top of the world... almost. It was awesome, we had a great view of central park, the empire state, all the bridges (I had no idea there were so many) Jersey, and all the millions of people that live in that city that goes on and on and on and on. The pic here is actually after the sun had set. 
BIG piano, and all sorts of other fun. Now, I mentioned that Michael has played tour guide to all of his friends that come out to the area. So, he did all this again for my benefit. I felt a little bad that he had to go on the SIF for the 30th time. So, I decided to give him an experience that he had never had before. It was a first for both of us, but we ate at White Castle. It was amazing. Harold and Kumar could not have captured the essence of the place any better. We also spent an hour or so on the Top of the Rock. We were able to watch the sunset from on top of the world... almost. It was awesome, we had a great view of central park, the empire state, all the bridges (I had no idea there were so many) Jersey, and all the millions of people that live in that city that goes on and on and on and on. The pic here is actually after the sun had set. All in all, I had two very fun and successful weekend adventures with a few of my favorite people. I'm lucky to have the ability to do all that I do, and I'm even more lucky and blessed to have siblings and that are so awesome, gracious, and generous, and who still like me even after all these years. Thanks Pat, Jen, Jonas, Mimi, and Michael for the awesome weekends! Maybe one day I'll live someplace cool and you can come and I'll be tour guide for you guys!
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Old Loves Revisited
So, you three out there probably already know that this past week I went back up to AK to say hello to a few friends, and a few favorite places.
It started out very interesting and very Alaskan. My plane ride from Seattle to Juneau was as normal. Sit down to a very scraggly looking middle aged man. He looks like he's a local, zonked out and upset that someone is sitting down next to him. I'm hoping that he will just go back to sleep and that the flight will go smoothly without either one of us noticing the other again. Boy was I wrong. Turns out he wasn't a local. He was a very excited first timer....Meaning, his first time to AK. Going up for a fishing trip. He was very talkative, and one of those that takes up the whole arm rest and into your space... I ignored it and tried to talk pleasantries. Which, I did very well. Until I decided that I was through. Then I pulled out my computer, plugged in my 
headphones and started a movie. I hoped this would signal him to go back to sleep. No, I was wrong again. He decided it was a good time to watch my movie with me. Without sound. So, the next 2 hours were spent with him watching my computer alongside me. Awkward. I mean, am I supposed to offer him one of my earbuds? I didn't. Anyway, we landed. He had another flight to catch so I started to walk out of the terminal. This is when he decided to ask me all about my plans. I gave him the quick answer of: "I'm not really sure. I never plan while I'm here. It's kinda the beauty of Alaska, the less you stress the more things work out to be awesome." At this point I bid him farewell, but not before I noticed that he was a near midget. How did I not notice this before? I mean, the only time I would ever want to be a midget is on an airplane. Think of all the extra leg room.
headphones and started a movie. I hoped this would signal him to go back to sleep. No, I was wrong again. He decided it was a good time to watch my movie with me. Without sound. So, the next 2 hours were spent with him watching my computer alongside me. Awkward. I mean, am I supposed to offer him one of my earbuds? I didn't. Anyway, we landed. He had another flight to catch so I started to walk out of the terminal. This is when he decided to ask me all about my plans. I gave him the quick answer of: "I'm not really sure. I never plan while I'm here. It's kinda the beauty of Alaska, the less you stress the more things work out to be awesome." At this point I bid him farewell, but not before I noticed that he was a near midget. How did I not notice this before? I mean, the only time I would ever want to be a midget is on an airplane. Think of all the extra leg room.Well, the ride to Whitney's was glorious. Driving down the channel, reliving a thousand 
memories. Resmelling the awful low tide smell. It was great. Juneau had barely changed. It's still the town that I love so much. And made even sweeter when I was greeted by both Whit and Nate, "Holy crap! You're so tan!" I love those two even more after that :) Oh, I forgot to mention a very happy moment as I was pulling up to Whitney's house. Pulling up this hugely steep hill and I looked over to the right and there I saw him. He was just sitting there. Sad. Lonely. Blue. Lil Blue that is. After spending all last summer looking for him I just stumbled upon him this summer. Still with our same plates and our pirate sticker that we got for our birthdays. Oh, I have missed Blue.
memories. Resmelling the awful low tide smell. It was great. Juneau had barely changed. It's still the town that I love so much. And made even sweeter when I was greeted by both Whit and Nate, "Holy crap! You're so tan!" I love those two even more after that :) Oh, I forgot to mention a very happy moment as I was pulling up to Whitney's house. Pulling up this hugely steep hill and I looked over to the right and there I saw him. He was just sitting there. Sad. Lonely. Blue. Lil Blue that is. After spending all last summer looking for him I just stumbled upon him this summer. Still with our same plates and our pirate sticker that we got for our birthdays. Oh, I have missed Blue.Other loves I revisited. Chan's Thai Kitchen. Oh, I couldn't even wait 24 hours to go. I went. I ate. I loved. I can't believe I only went once while I was there. I probably would have gone every 
night had I had any mobility other than my two feet. Mendenhall Glacier. It's still there!! As beautiful as ever. Whit and I made my favorite hike up to the glacier. As we crawled into the ice caves I realized they were the best I had seen yet. They were enormous. One cave opened up into the next and the next and the next. You could pretty much walk under the entire glacier down to the lake. But, we didn't. We were both a little too afraid of them caving in on us. Is that really a problem you ask? Well, I'll tell you this much, while we were filling up our water bottles with delicious glacial serum several ice chunks fell and hit us. After a few we both gave each other the eye to get out as quick as possible. Still, one of the most awe inspiring sights and places I have ever been.
night had I had any mobility other than my two feet. Mendenhall Glacier. It's still there!! As beautiful as ever. Whit and I made my favorite hike up to the glacier. As we crawled into the ice caves I realized they were the best I had seen yet. They were enormous. One cave opened up into the next and the next and the next. You could pretty much walk under the entire glacier down to the lake. But, we didn't. We were both a little too afraid of them caving in on us. Is that really a problem you ask? Well, I'll tell you this much, while we were filling up our water bottles with delicious glacial serum several ice chunks fell and hit us. After a few we both gave each other the eye to get out as quick as possible. Still, one of the most awe inspiring sights and places I have ever been.It was a quick trip, even quicker than I had planned. See, everyone was out of town the same time I was in town, and if they weren't out of town they were all working. So, I had a few fun filled, tourist days and decided I'd come home a little earlier than planned. So, I packed up took the city bus (in Juneau it's pretty scary) and headed for the airport. I got on my stand by flight to Seattle no problem. The flight was about 75% full, so I had plenty of space all around me. Well, I got to Seattle with about 25 minutes to make my connection. I booked it. I had to get from D gates to the S gates. I made it!!! When I got there I ran up told them I was here hoping to get on the flight. She looked at me, smiled, gave me a piece of paper, and told me it wasn't gonna happen. A little upset that I ran all the way there when I could have walked I went to pick out a seat to settle down in. I hear a voice talking to me saying, "you're not getting out of here. Heck, I'm not getting out of here." I look over and it's one of my co workers. He's stuck also. Now, he has a few years seniority on me and knows how to work his way through the system. So, I figure if he's given up hope so should I. A few minutes pass, he comes over and tells me he has booked a flight through another airline for only $40. He's out of there. What?! How did he do that? (I still don't know the answer, because when I asked him how he told me it wasn't worth me 
trying...the douche.) So, I spent the night in SEATAC. Now, I was totally okay with this because I have never spent the night in an airport. I've always felt it was something I needed to do. So, I did. I didn't realize how dead it really would be. It was me and about 3 workers for a good chunk of the night. I mean, there were a few red eye flights... but those leave around 1 and after that there's nothing. So, I did it. Mission accomplished! I'm a veteran traveller now. Anyway, next morning I got on the first flight, first class. So after making small talk with the man next to me, I crashed (not literally. You would have heard about it had I really crashed.) I slept the entire flight. Ah, it was glorious. So, there is my quick trip. It was quick, but it was overall a success.
trying...the douche.) So, I spent the night in SEATAC. Now, I was totally okay with this because I have never spent the night in an airport. I've always felt it was something I needed to do. So, I did. I didn't realize how dead it really would be. It was me and about 3 workers for a good chunk of the night. I mean, there were a few red eye flights... but those leave around 1 and after that there's nothing. So, I did it. Mission accomplished! I'm a veteran traveller now. Anyway, next morning I got on the first flight, first class. So after making small talk with the man next to me, I crashed (not literally. You would have heard about it had I really crashed.) I slept the entire flight. Ah, it was glorious. So, there is my quick trip. It was quick, but it was overall a success. P.S. I did take a few more photos, but since my camera either got stolen or lost I do not have any more. These are all crap shots I took with my phone. Thank goodness for that :)
Monday, July 26, 2010
My own Galaxy Quest
Well, this 24th of July weekend a group of friends and I decided that we would go and celebrate the saints coming to Utah by going and putting ourselves through the same heat and misery that they endured. We decided we would go out into the desert and camp.
So, anyone remember the Tim Allen move Galaxy Quest? Parts of it were filmed in Goblin Valley. So, we went and recreated our own battle scenes. The blue ball was our constant companion. We kicked it all over the valley, from goblin to goblin, person to person. It was there for better and for worse. I'm disappointed because my camera ran out of batteries after just a few hours of the trip. The fun that I wasn't able to document was our trip to the Green River. Playing in the river, and shooting the potato gun. Then hiding in the river with the potato gun when the ranger came and started snooping around at the source of the very loud booms.
Also, the next morning we hiked an amazing and absolutely spectacular slot canyon named Little Wild Horse Canyon. We kept searching around ever corner for a little wild horse but never found one. However, at one point we did come upon this group coming into the canyon as we were on our way out. We tried to warn them of the flash flood that we had just manuevered away from. As we Jackie Chaned up the canyon walls narrowly missing our own castastrophy. We felt the need to warn any others in the area. This family would not listen to us, I'm afraid they perished in the powerful eroding powers of a flash flood. They were eroded right off the face of this planet. It was tragic. The End
So, anyone remember the Tim Allen move Galaxy Quest? Parts of it were filmed in Goblin Valley. So, we went and recreated our own battle scenes. The blue ball was our constant companion. We kicked it all over the valley, from goblin to goblin, person to person. It was there for better and for worse. I'm disappointed because my camera ran out of batteries after just a few hours of the trip. The fun that I wasn't able to document was our trip to the Green River. Playing in the river, and shooting the potato gun. Then hiding in the river with the potato gun when the ranger came and started snooping around at the source of the very loud booms.
Also, the next morning we hiked an amazing and absolutely spectacular slot canyon named Little Wild Horse Canyon. We kept searching around ever corner for a little wild horse but never found one. However, at one point we did come upon this group coming into the canyon as we were on our way out. We tried to warn them of the flash flood that we had just manuevered away from. As we Jackie Chaned up the canyon walls narrowly missing our own castastrophy. We felt the need to warn any others in the area. This family would not listen to us, I'm afraid they perished in the powerful eroding powers of a flash flood. They were eroded right off the face of this planet. It was tragic. The End
Sunday, June 13, 2010
This was Delft. It's a cute little town near Den Haag.... it's where they make Delfware
Madurodam, miniature Holland. Everything is built to 1:25 scale. Pretty cool stuff actually
More Madurodam...see the giant asian in the background?
Hall of Mirrors in Versailles. It was way impressive, and would be more so without the hundreds of other people there
The front gate of My palace at Versailles
The Crepe maker. He was rude and unhappy, but I wanted a photo so I asked if I could...he said yes, then I said "smile you beautiful man" after that he was very nice. The smile is a little creepy though
Greenland on the way home. So cool. I could look down and see all the icebergs in the ocean, and see the underwater part too, they changed colors depending on if they were submerged or not
I know having a picture of a toilet is a little odd, but the pic was of the toilet paper. It's bright orange to cheer on the Holland Futbol team. The Queen's color is Orange. The House of Oranje is the royal palace.
Me at the french fry museum. Fries were everywhere. they were invented by the dutch/belgians. But, they had all sorts of weird museums over there
Sweet windmill
Chocolate display in Brugge. Chickens and feathers, and a rabbit in a carrot car.
Palace in Brugge.
Streets of Brussels. Very typical to have flags all over the place. They have all sorts of flags... but never a U.S. flag. I found that interesting
Madurodam, miniature Holland. Everything is built to 1:25 scale. Pretty cool stuff actually
More Madurodam...see the giant asian in the background?
Hall of Mirrors in Versailles. It was way impressive, and would be more so without the hundreds of other people there
The front gate of My palace at Versailles
The Crepe maker. He was rude and unhappy, but I wanted a photo so I asked if I could...he said yes, then I said "smile you beautiful man" after that he was very nice. The smile is a little creepy though
Greenland on the way home. So cool. I could look down and see all the icebergs in the ocean, and see the underwater part too, they changed colors depending on if they were submerged or not
I know having a picture of a toilet is a little odd, but the pic was of the toilet paper. It's bright orange to cheer on the Holland Futbol team. The Queen's color is Orange. The House of Oranje is the royal palace.
Me at the french fry museum. Fries were everywhere. they were invented by the dutch/belgians. But, they had all sorts of weird museums over there
Sweet windmill
Chocolate display in Brugge. Chickens and feathers, and a rabbit in a carrot car.
Palace in Brugge.
Streets of Brussels. Very typical to have flags all over the place. They have all sorts of flags... but never a U.S. flag. I found that interesting
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