Anniversary Luau

In honor of our upcoming trip to Hawaii, I decided to do our second anniversary as a luau.  As soon as I got home from AZ I scrambled to make plans, and I executed them the next day while Clint was at work.  For my anniversary note I created a message in a bottle (that's the ginger beer on the table).  Apparently the traditional theme for second anniversary gifts is cotton so I got a little monogrammed hand towel to represent a beach towel.

I dressed up in my best island-style outfit (including a hemp anklet from the 90s, of course) and insisted that Clint wear a lei.  

Apparently Clint had the same stroke of genius with the beach towel idea:

For dinner we got take-out at Rumbi Island Grill, and then we watched Salmon Fishing in Yemen at the house.  For dessert we made pina coladas.  You can see the flowers that Clint got on the table behind me.

Our anniversary was a great precursor to a great trip!

The very next day after our anniversary I headed into the mountains to help out with youth conference.  Here's a pic of me at Provo River Falls.

Adventures in Flagstaff

In July I decided to go on a little road trip  to Flagstaff.  Karen and Rupert were passing through on their move to CA, and I hadn't yet met my new niece, Elizabeth.  So I seized the opportunity and drove 9.5 south, by myself.  It's now my longest (by far) solo road trip.  Thank goodness for books on tape: I listened to Odd Thomas.  Saturday night we had a nice dinner at the house, and on Sunday the girls had a jog down memory lane so to speak as we ran a loop around the park next to the house.  Also on Sunday those who went out for lunch (not me) had the first of the elite runner sightings: Abdi at Chipotle. On Monday we went for a walk downtown together to see some classic Flagstaff sights.While stopping at a coffee shop for lemonades we had the next Abdi sighting.  Later that day I went to Barnes and Noble and visited my old friend Laura who I worked with at Cyprus.  Apparently Laura was hosting an elite in her home: Lopez Lamong who was the flag bearer in Beijing.  I had a nice time relaxing on the patio and sipping the ginger beer Laura encouraged me to swipe from Lopez's stash.

On Tuesday Karen, Rupert, and I headed to the Grand Canyon for Karen's first visit!  We had lots of fun posing and taking loads of pictures.  On our way out we stopped at a little Mexican restaurant just outside the park.  They had some Tapatillo hot sauce at the table and I informed Karen of Clint's addiction to the stuff and subsequently, my habit as well.  I splashed some on a chip which I boldly consumed--then proceeded to start hacking like a cat with a hairball.  I rapidly consumed the rest of my horchata, and Rupert, taking pity on me, dumped some of his water into my glass.  When I finally calmed myself, I asked the waiter for a new clean glass of water uncontaminated with cinnamon and residual horchata chunks.  The waiter was fairly puzzled so I ashamedly had to explain my folly.  I'm not quite sure what happened: did I just get too heavy handed?  Did the restaurant sneakily put a more fiery sauce into an innocent Tapatillo bottle?  I don't know, but I sure looked like a fruit cake! At least Karen and I scored a picture in the restaurant face boards.  Hah!

After our grand adventure we came home to babysit the howlers. It was Derek and Mary's anniversary so we thought we'd watch the chillins for a bit.  We had three adults for three children and it still felt like an accomplishment to hold down the fort!  When Derek and Mary returned we spent our last night together chatting and playing with Smokey, the family ball python.

Productivity and Memory Lane

In making a last dash attempt at productivity, I decided to try to organize some of the boxes of crap that I dumped into the basement when I moved into the house from my apartment.  I have now reduced the number of boxes AND I found some real gems. Here are just a few:

1) A little note from Clint from when he snuck into my apt. and left some oreos and milk for me.
2) A thank you card from my sister for my gift for Ben's baby shower. Aw! My first nephew!
3) A sticky note detailing information from the voicemail from Cyprus offering me an interview.
4) A note left for me at the testing center at BYU from the guy who I broke my leg with.  Hah! (Also the guy from the infamous "bad date" story.)
5) A list of what I did on New Years Eve from 2000-2007.  I'm pretty sure I will be doing a blog post this winter with details and additions!
6) My scribbled attempts at writing a running chant for the Cyprus XC team (thanks to Derek's detailing of Marine chants).
7) The running mix tape that Mary made for me in high school.  I have a distant memory of listening to it on my yellow walkman at some indoor track meet.  I think it was in Baltimore at the Armory...
8) A picture of my friend from HS, Puffer, seductively wearing MY unbuttoned pajamas.  Do you remember this, Mary?  I remember you being like, "all right Puff," pulling open the top and ensuring that ample ab muscles were displayed.  What I cannot remember is why in the world he was wearing my pajamas, and why we took this picture.  I wonder if I can get permission to put the pic on the blog....  :)

Now if only I was a scrap-booking guru like Karen.

Pride in Patriotism

For the Fourth of July Clint and I went to Idaho Falls.  (The Fourth is actually Clint's favorite holiday.)  I started out the day by running in the Firekracker 5k. (Yes, they spelled it with a K.)  The race was a bit lonely since I ran it by myself, but I still had fun. I've mostly been running on the treadmill this summer, and I  paid for it--my time wasn't very good. However, next year I will plan to do this race ahead of time (instead of just deciding to do it a few days before) and I will prepare with good speed workouts.  They give the top 100 finishers free running socks, and I intend to get some next year!

Next up on the agenda in Idaho Falls is Breakfast on the Boulevard.  A few families that live along the parade route host a pancake breakfast (with strawberries and cream) before the parade.  Yum!  After eating, we headed out to watch the parade.

Yes, I know I look ridiculous in that hat.  I promise I will never wear it again.  Also notice that I am trying to be patriotic by wearing my APA 5k T-shirt with the picture of the Capitol Building in DC.  However, I had to cover it up with a JACKET because it's actually cool in Idaho on the 4th of July.

After the parade we had a family BBQ, and I played lots of games with my niece Marisol.  And of course, we rounded out the evening with watching the fireworks show sponsored by Melaleuca. I do have to say, it's a pretty impressive show!

The next day we decided we were too tired to go hiking since we did a lot of hiking to and from the fireworks the night before.  We relaxed with the fam, watched Lyrics & Music (love that one!) and played cards with Clint's parents.  We played a fun game that Clint's parents called Mormon Rook.  I've played the game before under a different name, but I can't think of the name....

Anyway, when driving home Clint talked to some friends and we ended up meeting to go to an Ethiopian Restaurant.

The name may sound ridiculous, and the exterior may seem rather unassuming, but this place is a keeper.

It feels exotic to eat delicious curry with your hands (and bread).  We demolished most of this platter before I thought to get picture, but the wreckage shows you we enjoyed it, right? Be warned though: Do not spill turmeric-laced curry on your khaki pants!  I did, and the pants still haven't recovered.

If you're in Salt Lake, give this place a try. After dinner we grabbed some frozen yogurt at TCBY's--a very satisfying conclusion for a holiday weekend.

Huntsman Seminar (and Senator Jones)

The next event in my busy June was a week long conference, the Huntsman Seminar.  Before my trip to Jersey I participated in the "Creating Extraordinary Citizens" conference, and the seminar went hand in hand with it.  I'm now inspired to kindle in my students a sense of civic duty.  I enjoyed meeting local politicians and mostly feeling important. We went on a tour of the Utah State Capitol which I had never done before.

 And we even got to sit in Utah Senate (in the actual Senator's chairs!)

We were also "wined and dined" with free lunch every day.  I always get jealous when Clint's work gives him free food, takes him to the movies, etc.  Teachers don't always get a lot of free stuff.  Fortunately, this program was not publicly funded, it was privately funded by the Huntsman Center.  Woot!

I also really enjoyed the day we studied the court system.  The Scott M. Matheson Courthouse is really beautiful.  I didn't take any pictures though, so here is a lifted pic of the outside.  I wish I had some pictures of the interior rotunda as well.

There we spoke with Honorable Jill N. Parrish, Justice UTah Supreme Court.  She told us all about the Utah  legal system and why in Utah we don't vote for our judges.  I never thought about it before, but according to Judge Parrish, one study found that 46% of judges in Texas, Ohio, and Louisiana admitted that campaign contributions affect their decision-making as judges. Yikes! I also got to meet the Mayor of Salt Lake, Ralph Becker, in the Utah City and County building, (also very beautiful).

On the last day of the program, Utah Senator Pat Jones spoke to us about funding education in Utah.  This woman is a-MAZING! She definitely knows how to get all the teachers on her side!  As various politicians and CEOs spoke to us, a number of them said things that were slightly offensive or backwards.  But Senator Jones seems to have a good understanding of what teachers face and some of the absurdities of the public education system.  I'll probably have a separate post later on detailing some of these issues, but I wanted to focus here on her fascinating proposal for funding education.

In Utah, we have a funding problem with education because such children are such a high percentage of our population.  The republicans have this hair-brained idea that we will be able to claim federally owned lands within Utah and use them to generate revenue.  (It seems doubtful that the feds will let their land go.)  They also seem to think that by spurring the economy, we will have more revenue with which to fund education.  Senator Jones points out that this is a chicken and the egg debate.  Sure if we grow our economy we will have more money, but won't having a better educated work force grow our economy?

Anyway, Senator Jones pointed out that in Utah, the money for education comes from income tax.  But families can be exempted from income tax based on the number of children they have.  It doesn't really make sense to exempt people from paying a tax that funds public education when they are the very ones that are utilizing free public education. So she is proposing a bill that would cut state personal exemptions of number of household for income tax!  Now, she understands that some families with economic challenges need this exemption in order to have money to care for their children, so she has built into this proposal provisions so that families near a certain level of income can still be exempt.  But in general, this means everyone is paying into the education system, which seems like a good idea to me!

Fiesta de Clint

After I returned from New Jersey, I put on my party planning hat, and executed a celebration for Clint.  First, we went on a little hike to Donut Falls.

We stopped by a bike store on the way home, then grabbed some wings at Wing Nuts.  Next, birthday time!

I made Clint birthday popcorn this year, since he said he didn't want a cake.  The man loves his popcorn!

 I gave Clint a Duluth Trading Co. shirt and ultimately, some "headers" for his car, whatever those are.  The drill is technically from his mom.  Interestingly, I purchased one, his mom purchased one, and it turns out that Clint purchased himself one as well.  Hah!

In the evening we stopped by a friend's BBQ and grabbed some hot dogs, then relaxed for the rest of the night.

Halcyon Days (Or Not): NJ Part 3

Thursday was essentially my last day in NJ.  (Friday was my eventful flight home.) We headed out with the kids for more park time at Verona "Fortress" Park, so called due to my mom's reading of reviews on YELP.  Check out some of Denis K.'s review:

The mystique of a superhero is shrouded not only in their special abilities but also in the secrets they carry - a secret identity, a hidden weakness, or a veiled origins story. Stripped of all that, a superhero is a regular joe like you and me, vulnerable to tragedy and susceptible to anguish. Whether it's in a dark, brooding cave or a remote icy fortress, a common human refrain is to seek out and create a hidden bastion impervious to trouble and defiant against time itself.

Often, I am asked, why don't you move closer to NYC? A reason. Though infrequently visited, Verona Park is my fortress, my bastion that I would lose by moving away. Here I can reminisce and ponder about life as Thoreau once did at Walden. Against a beautiful backdrop that could leave Bryant at a loss for words, I can find solace in the natural world around me.


Bwahaha!  I would like to meet this guy.  Mango J.'s review also provided some excellent entertainment.  Anyway, at the park we audaciously loaded up the kids and paddle boated on the lake.

 I kept trying (and failing) to get a picture of this strange diving bird we saw, to no avail. So, here are some geese and some people.

I had an idea that paddle boating would be an idyllic pastime with halcyon weather. This was not exactly the case.  My quads started screaming as I tried to navigate the unwieldy boat while propelling it forward, and I quickly became very sweaty in the hot sun.  This is why I took photos of everyone but me.  Ha hah!  It was a good last hurrah for New Jersey anyway. Until next time!

New Jersey Part 2

On Sunday my sister arrived with her fam in tow which commenced the kids activities portion of the trip.  On Monday we went to the New Jersey State Botanical Gardens.  Most of my time was spent playing "good guys and bad guys" with Ben.

After the gardens we headed to Shephard Lake, which was something of a disaster.  My sister was changing into her swimming suit, my mom was tending to the fussy baby, and I (not wearing a swimming suit) was left to tend to the two wild ones who wanted to drown themselves in the lake.  The life guard kept saying, "ma'am, your children..." when they started getting in too deep.  I kind of wanted to kill that life guard, or maybe suggest that she get off her tooshie and help me prevent them from drowning.  I also decided that my sister is a saint for dealing with three little munchkins at once.

Speaking of saintliness and multiple munchkins, the next day we met up with my study abroad friend Emily and her triplets +1.  Holy Cowza!  My mom was flabbergasted and said that it's impossible to even watch all four at once, let alone wrangle them all.  Observe the chaos:

Afterwards I had to escape to Acme and the bakery with my mom, and relax with some Drop Dead Diva. Whew!  How do they do it?

The next day, Wednesday, was an eventful day.  Megan and I had some girls only time and got manicures.

Then we headed out with the kids to a small park in Nutley.  I enjoyed snapping some wildlife pictures. I got this great one of a heron:

My sister and I spotted a muskrat which excited my mom because she had wanted to see one at the swamp park.

I was vastly pleased to see a duckling as well.  My mom said she hadn't seen any baby ducks the whole spring.

But this photo was definitely the winner of the outing: 

Just Ben, Grandma, and some quality play time. After the park we hustled home and got ready to go to a play at the Paper Mill Playhouse.

Note my hideous early 90s dress.  This would be because I neglected to realize I would be wearing a compression stocking most of the time and I packed a knee length dress.  So...I borrowed this longer wonder and a white knee sock from my mom.

I enjoyed the play and the music, but I was not prepared for the ending.  I heard this play was redolent of  The Little Mermaid, but I was expecting the Disney version, not the Hans Christian Anderson version!