Penny's World

Florida Connection - The Keys

2012-01-04T22:43:00.110-09:00

Today we headed south to the Florida Keys. Randomly throughout the trip, my mind would break into the song by the Beach Boys: Key Largo, Montego, baby why don't we go down to Cocomo / we'll get there fast and then we'll take it slow / that's where I want to go, way down to Cocomo... (I know you're singing it now, just like I am.) How can you not think of that song when you're surrounded by sun and sand?

We stopped whenever we felt the need: food and shopping being the primary motivators for detours along the way. We tested the Key Lime Pie at every location where it was available. My absolute favorite (aside from ALL Key Lime Pie in Florida - which truly is the best, and beats anything at home by miles and miles) was from a cafe (read: trendy resort restaurant) in Islamorada. Creamy, decadent, a little tart, and just fabulous! I also tried Conch fritters. Add that to the list of things I never have to try again. Greg likes them, but they're too rubbery and chewy for me - the flavor is fine, but this texture gal didn't enjoy them. At least now I know.

(We stopped to get gas and some momma chickens with babies in tow - followed by the manly roosters - wandered into the parking lot. It was charming to watch the little family pecking about freely.) We made it to Key West just after sunset. We were trying to be there beforehand, so Greg could get pictures and because they apparently have a sundown party every night. We caught a couple of the last performers, then headed out to walk the streets. O.M.G. There were SO MANY PEOPLE! Vacationers everywhere (of course), people calling window shoppers (like us) into the stores, people passing out invitations to shows (we could've seen a couple different drag shows, if we'd had the time)... I almost felt claustrophobic just walking around.

Greg and I both agree that we'd like to come back to Key West - but when we have more time. Time to rent mopeds or ride bikes around the streets; time to sit on the beach; time to enjoy the scenery and bask in the sun; time to explore the historical sites; time when we can do more than just browse the tourist-y shops. It's so nice to be enjoying weather as nice as some of our best summer days in the middle of winter. I love sitting on the deck, looking out at the ocean, eating lunch or dinner. I can tell that adjusting to the cold and snow when we get back home is going to be tough for me. (We've been watching the weather - not only is it cold, it's been below zero almost the whole time we've been gone. Ugh! Glad I'm missing that, but going back it going to hurt!)

On the trip out, I counted the bridges - we crossed 47 bridges from Key West to the mainland, including the 7-mile bridge. Greg wanted to run part of that, but it was closed, so he took some pictures instead. We're spending the night in Naples with Marci and Mike, then heading back to Orlando for the Big Race Weekend. I wore shorts today without the compression socks, and I can tell my ankles are swelling - the skin is tight and pink (but no sausage toes!). Hopefully having them up at night will help, and then I'll wear my Special Socks for the drive up to Orlando (not much beach walking then).

Florida Connection - Coral Castle

2012-01-03T23:04:00.028-09:00

It's unassuming and unsightly from the outside. In fact, I was prepared to be inundated with the cheese-factor and disappointed altogether (rather like when we visited the alien museum in Roswell, NM years ago). Instead, the Coral Castle (which is really a rock garden) is utterly amazing.

Apparently, the gentleman responsible for the display (Edward Leedskalnin) did the work entirely alone. No one is exactly sure how he moved the huge slabs of coral into position. Additionally, he constructed the original garden in Florida City, then moved it 10 miles to Homestead and continued to add pieces. (Did he move it because Florida City was becoming too populated? Or was is because the current location in Homestead is a convergence of electrical currents - and maybe the original location was a mathematical miscalculation?)

Some of the slabs of rock weigh several tons. Edward cut and moved the coral rock from local beds to create his garden. He was just over 5 feet tall and weighed around 100 pounds - and did all the work alone, primarily at night. Speculation is rampant as to how he accomplished such an impressive feat. He came from a family of stonemasons in Latvia, so understood the properties of stone. Some surmise that he belonged to the Free Masons, and may have had help from the brotherhood. There is also a theory that he may have used acoustic levitation (sound waves) - or magnetism - to maneuver the stone. (We watched a video on the guide's iPad showing a hunk of metal being lifted and twisted by sound waves - but I didn't write down the site and can't find it on my own. The heaviest thing lifted by sound in the videos I can find it water droplets.)

Aside from the fascinating aspects of construction, the rock garden is full of wonder and mystery. There is a sun dial that depicts not only the time, but also the date - and it's still highly accurate. There are planetary and mythological symbols throughout the area - including the Maiden (new moon), Mother (full moon) and Crone (waning moon). He built a well, a forge, a stone bathtub (the guide pointed out the slight grade so it always drains), living quarters in a two-story tower, and a Polaris telescope (a 25' tall, 20 ton solid piece of coral aligned to track the North Star). In addition to many chairs, benches, tables, and fixtures. He even built a 9-ton stone gate that rotated on a metal pole and ball bearings and could be moved with just a gentle push. After 40-some years, the ball bearings gave out. When a team of several engineers from the University of Florida tried to fix it, they couldn't get it balanced correctly and had to shave off some of the stone, which unbalanced the whole slab. It only took 10 years for it to break again. Impressive!

Setting aside the wonder and mystique (and the supposition by some that Edward was assisted by aliens), the garden as a whole is serene and peaceful. The stone seats are actually comfortable,and the heart table is supposedly the largest valentine ever made (for the object of Ed's broken heart, who jilted him the day before they were supposed to get married). All in all, this is definitely a stop that I enjoyed. It's fun to discuss the many different theories for how a single (relatively small) person could build something like this.

Today was "cold" by Florida standards - in the mid-60s with a chilly wind. Which made it comfortable for me to wear long pants to cover the knee-high compression socks. My feet and ankles tend to swell when we travel. I'm guessing it's a combination of the long flights and change of atmosphere, coupled with the hours and hours we spend riding around in a car. So in order to prevent sausage toes and elephant ankles, I brought compression socks on this trip. So far, so good. We'll see how the rest of the trip progresses. From here, we're heading down the Keys to tour and spend the night in Key West.

Florida Connection - Davie

2012-01-02T20:02:00.066-09:00

Before Crazy-Man Greg does his supreme feats of running, we'll be puttering around the state. Heading south from Orlando, the first destination is the Davie/Fort Lauderdale area. The last time I was here, we were visiting Chad and Angie. The trip was loads of fun and over much too quickly. They've moved to Texas, so I won't get to see them this time, but everything we're doing brings back fond memories of the last trip. (In fact, at Disney, I kept telling Greg that we'd be on this ride or another one with them. It seems that many of the rides are similar to ones at Universal - hence my confusion, since Greg assures me that we've never been to Disney Hollywood before this trip.)

Instead of doing Billie's Airboat tour of the Everglades, this time we went on a Lion Safari. I know! I couldn't believe we were going on safari in the middle of Florida either! It was pretty tame (sitting inside the car, driving through an animal park - and all the dangerous ones (the lions) had extra fences between us and them), but we got to see lots of animals and Greg took bucket-loads of pictures. Before we even started the tour, we got to watch a mama turtle laying eggs and burying them. Greg notified someone at the park, since the new nest is beneath a picnic table.

I love road-trips in the Lower 48. Lots more than two directions to go, and six general destinations. When we were talking about where to go, Greg mentioned one area and said it might be too far away. But on examination, the distance there is less than what we drive to get to Squirrel Creek (we go there camping almost every year) or Fairbanks (some 350+ miles north). So it'll take a couple hours - that's nothing more (and certainly less, sometimes) than what we've done back home. We also don't have rest stops. I mean, there are gas stations where you can get out, stretch, use the restroom, and get snacks, but nothing as elaborate as the rest stations here in Florida. (Our other rest stops are just paved parking lots with outhouses at one end - at least I don't have to pee on the side of the road, I suppose.) There are all kinds of amenities, including a windshield washer - which is really just a spray of water so you can use your wipers to clean off extra bugs. (I guess so you don't have to use windshield wiper fluid?) I think it's pretty spiffy - if only other drivers would be a little more courteous, so when someone is trying to leave they'd let us out of our parking spot. Oh well. What's an extra 15 minutes when you're on vacation anyway, right?

I'm really enjoying the weather right now. The last two days have been in the 70s, and weather back home has slipped to the zero (and below) region. I'm hoping it warms up before we get home again, otherwise I'm going to be miserable. But that's a worry for later. I've got days and days until I'll let myself worry about that... I love that there are still blooming flowers and green vegetation here. I won't see that back home until May or June.

Last stop before dinner was to Wolf Lake in Davie. Greg wanted to get in a run, and that was a gorgeous place to get it done. Tomorrow we're off to see they Coral Castle and the Keys. Another long day in the car, but lots of fun things to see.

Florida Connection - the New Year

2012-01-01T20:30:00.067-09:00

We're traveling to Florida because Greg is off his rocker. I mean nutso. I guess I really mean totally crazy. What else would you call it when someone signs up to run a 1/2 marathon, followed by a marathon the very next day? And later decides that's not quite enough so he'll start the racing one day earlier with a 5K. Three races, three days, four medals. He gets an extra one because that's supposed to make up for the fact that he belongs in the loony bin - it's the Goofy medal, given to any locos out there that think running a 1/2 and full marathon back-to-back sounds like it could be fun, so gee let's sign up... I really wish I'd upped the life insurance before we got here.

Since the races are held at Disney in Florida, we decided to take a couple extra days and see some of the sights. I mean, if you're going to be traveling for almost 20 hours, crammed like sardines in the tiny seats on the airplanes, racing from one gate to the next, for three different flights... we may as well spend a couple more days to make the pain worth it. (At this point, I can only imagine how Greg is going to feel after 3 days of races, followed immediately by 20 more hours of cramped travel. I should make sure we have plenty of drugs. Not sure if it'd be better to have them for me or for him, but I'll get that worked out over the next couple days.)

It's absolutely amazing to go from single digit temperatures to 70 degrees. It's so nice to spend the day wandering around in shorts, t-shirt, and sandals. And when evening hits... well, the temperature hasn't dropped that much, so a light vest or jacket works great to beat the chill. If we'd been home, I'm not sure we'd've gone anywhere, because I just don't want to deal with the below zero temps after dark. No way could I stand to be outside watching fireworks at midnight - hoping the neighbors ignore the 200' rule and light some off so I could see them through the window would've had to be good enough for me. But instead we're in sunny Florida, and spending time in the car arguing about how high we should go with the air conditioner. (I'm still a wuss, so if it's up too high I'll be cold. Greg could live in a igloo and when there's sun, he'd want cold air blowing on him.)

We arrived in Orlando for New Year's Eve, and decided that spending the evening at Disney Hollywood sounded like our best option. Apparently lots of other people thought the same thing. We wandered around checking out displays and rides, trying to avoid overly large crowds and bumping into people. The fireworks were lovely - it's been a long time since I've watched fireworks outside without some part of my body freezing. The only drawback was leaving the Disney property. For all the work and effort they put into managing crowds in the park, they're sadly lacking when hordes of people are leaving. Everyone is released to the parking lot, and that's it. Disney could take some notes for how to handle that kind of thing from the folks that run the Alaska State Fair. Now, that's one super-organized party. It's never taken anyone two hours to leave the property for the fair, like it did for us to leave Disney. That was just asinine. But it was the only blemish on a fun, if tiring, day. We'll continue our tourist-ing throughout the week, and return to Orlando the following Thursday for all the racing.

Happy New Year! Hope your celebrations were filled with family, friends, and loads of good cheer!!!

Time for Glasses Again

2011-10-31T22:57:00.003-08:00

I'm wearing my glasses today. I only wear glasses when my eyes need a break from my contacts - so maybe a few weeks a year, at the most. I don't like not being able to use my peripheral vision. And I don't know how many times today I've glanced down, only to realize I can't see and have to actually move my head. These are some of the reasons I wear my extended-wear contacts much too long (and then have to wear my glasses for a week or so before I can put in a new pair of contacts). I also love being able to read the glowing, digital clock when I stumble back from the bathroom in the wee hours of the morning. And it's frustrating to forget that I'm blind (I'm not very clear headed in the mornings, and I'm already grumpy - just ask Greg), only to realize it when I stub my toes or bruise a shin. Exercising is also even more of a chore, since wiping the sweat from my face (which I need to do quite often) either shifts the glasses - causing vertigo - or I can't get it all and have to endure hot, salty, sweat pouring down the sides of my face and leaking into my eyes. I could go on, but since I'm going to wear these dratted things all week, I'd rather not focus much more on Why I Hate Wearing Glasses.

But it was way past time to give my eyes a break, so now I'm wearing glasses for the week. And tomorrow I have to go to the DMV to get a new license. Mine is expired. And not by a day or two. Try three weeks. So feel free to assume that I haven't been pulled over or taken to jail in the last three weeks. You may also rightfully assume that I have not been to the liquor store. Otherwise, I would've known (and fixed) the problem before last Saturday's derby bout.

I was prepped and ready for the bout - made sure I had my ID, some cash, and the tickets. We went early - although next time I have to go even earlier, since the place was packed. Sold out again, even in the new, bigger arena. Anyhow. As we're being carded so we can go into the arena on the wet side, I was told (politely, yet firmly) that they could not allow me in because my license had expired. What?!? Sure 'nuff, I've had my birthday this year, and didn't even realize that I needed to get my license renewed. Oh, bother!

So I got out of line and headed to the dry side. It's much smaller over there, and the perspective is different. I hadn't thought of it before, but there's a whole lot of people on the "wet" side of derby. It's probably 2/3 - 3/4 of the seating. I wonder if that implies something. We're a rowdy bunch. (Anchorage derby in general, not just me and my friends.) The wet side allows underage persons - so long as minors are accompanied by legal guardians - so not everyone there is imbibing in tasty beverages. Wet side gets the taller bleacher seating (haven't seen anybody fall of yet, although one gal almost toppled off as she was trying to climb on from the backside - and it was before derby even started, so i don't think she was (too) impaired), more sets of bleachers, and most of the reserved seats and tables are in here too. The only other derby I've attended outside of Rage City was in Washington, and there was no alcohol there, so I don't know if it's a good comparison - I mean, aside from the smashing, brawling sport of derby, that is.

I'm not sure what that says about derby, or Anchorage derby, or me. I just know I was disappointed to be shunted over to the dry side. Fortunately, I know a photographer that has free rein of the place, so he helped me make my way over to the fun side. (Wink, wink, nudge, nudge - thanks, Honey!!) Where all my friends were. But by that time, there were only a couple seats left - so the two newbies we brought, who hadn't seen a game yet, still didn't get to see a whole game. Next time, I promise. I'll go earlier, and my license won't be expired.

So now the $5 question is: Will they let me take my glasses off for my new license picture? I mean, I'd rather just keep the crappy picture I have now, but I think I could only do that if I renewed before it actually expired. I guess I'll find out tomorrow.

Picking Up Where I Left Off

2011-10-31T22:05:00.003-08:00

It's been 3 months since I've actively blogged. Lots of posts that I'll get to - in date order, so you might have to back track a bit to catch up, if anyone's still reading this. I'm not sure why I lost the motivation for posting. Some may have to do with Facebook. Since that's so immediate and I upload pictures almost instantly, the story is already out there. So the blog becomes a bit redundant.

The question becomes: Is this forum outdated? Lord knows I don't blog for the massive fan-base. It's friends and family that follow my ramblings here. Since I'm primarily a lurker on Facebook, there's more insight into what's going on in my life with the blog. And that was the point in the beginning. A way to share what happens in my normal course of being with those that I care about that are far away.

So for now, it seems that I will find some motivation to continue this public journal. Thank you for waiting.

Sister Soiree

2011-07-21T23:46:00.084-08:00

A month or so ago, I got a phone call from M. As we were chatting, she mentioned that she might be able to come visit me this summer. SO *stoked*!!! I was able to visit for a bit with M last October, but I always enjoy visits from my sisters. I'm fortunate that Jeannea and Sara work in Alaska for the summers, so I get to see them two times a year. Not so fortunate with Sheri and Amy. If I'm lucky, I might see them once a year or every other year. The added bonus for this visit is that Sheri was able to come for the weekend too. Sweet!

So what do you plan when you're having family visit for a while and want to do something fun? Well... camping, of course! I've been able to take Sheri camping before (when I was lucky enough that her work sent her to Alaska for a short while), but this is the first time we've gone camping with M. Yay!!

M loves the morning

Sheri only looks like she's blowing me a kiss - really she's making a

smartass comment because I'm taking her picture

Some of my most favorite people

Summit Lake from the campsite

I had so much fun with both my sisters. It's always a blast. I horde each day and the time we spend together, knowing that it'll pass all too quickly, they'll be gone soon, and it'll be an inordinately long time before I get to see them again. Camping, hiking, rafting (for M and Greg), shopping, and visiting. We talked about how nice it would be to live closer together. How we'd have spontaneous barbecues, go shopping together, call each other for help with the little things... It's such a lovely vision, and I hope that someday we all live closer together.

Lake view from the hike

M getting ready for rafting

Two of my girls

M making delicious s'mores for us

So much laughing; so much companionship; so much love. I had such a good time with my sisters. Every morning, I'd think about how time was going too fast and I'd better hang on to every precious minute. Every night I was content with a day well spent, but sad that I have one less day to spend with them.

I'm so glad Amy and Sheri came to visit me. I always suffer from a little depression when my family leaves me, and this was no exception. My only consolation is that I'll be seeing Jeannea and Sara when they get done working for the summer.

Eklutna Ride

2011-07-09T23:38:00.054-08:00

I've been attempting to ride my bike a bit more this summer. I'm slow, and any kind of incline is a real effort, but I generally have a good time. When my friend Shawn suggested a ride around Eklutna Lake, I figured it'd be a good ride - some exercise, and a chance to visit with a friend.

The last time I was here, we were camping. I mostly stayed at the camp site and enjoyed the company there. I've heard of the hiking and biking trails, and Sheri even did a little kayaking with Greg, but this is the first time I've explored any of those options. (I'm not nearly ready for the kayaking/canoeing bit yet...)

I have to admit that I was anxious about the ride. I know I'm not skilled, and I'm definitely out of shape. But Shawn made it easy to relax and have fun. There were plenty of places to stop and explore - and I took advantage of as many as I could.

We biked six miles out, then had a wonderful lunch (provided by Shawn) sitting on the beach and enjoying the view. While there was plenty more trail to ride, I was starting to worry about the trek back. As far as we go, I have to come back. There's no way on this ride for me to call Greg to come pick me up. (That's what I did riding home from work a while back - there was a tremendous head wind, and I was just so tired... so about a mile and a half from home I caved and called Greg to come get me. I know. I'm a wimp.)

All in all, we rode 12 miles today. I'm pretty proud of that. Granted, we took plenty of breaks, and on the way back I had to walk my bike up several hills, but I didn't have a heart attack; I didn't wimp out and walk the whole way back (just up a few hills, and no more than I absolutely had to); and I had a wonderful time visiting with Shawn. To celebrate, we had dinner at Kriner's Diner and I took home one of their super-delicious cinnamon rolls. Yeah, baby!

Squirrel Creek, Finis

2011-07-07T22:04:00.049-08:00

Ah, the last bit. Sad to see a fun weekend come to an end, but at this point I'm definitely looking forward to a shower...

We made it back to camp, only to find that Squirrel Creek wasn't near as rainy as Valdez - which is a good omen for a BIG fire! It helps that we've got a lot of wood left, and the goal is to burn the box before we go too.

It was a weekend filled with friends and visiting; games and geocaching; fun and relaxing. How can you beat that?!? We even had some tunes and dancing...

The last day, we took our time packing up - mostly because it was nice to not be in a rush, but also because we had to finish burning the box. The journey home was peppered with stops - for geochaching, of course.

All in all, a beautiful weekend (even with the rainy bits), spent with family and friends. I can't think of a better way to spend my time...

Squirrel Creek, Part II

2011-07-06T23:02:00.079-08:00

One of the reasons I enjoy camping at Squirrel Creek is that we usually take one day and go road-trippin' to Valdez. We stop along the way to see Worthington Glacier and get pictures at the waterfalls. And I have the extra special added bonus of getting to see Sara for a little while. Yay!

The glacier has receded significantly over the last few years. Used to be that you could walk 5 minutes off the paved trail and be standing next to blue ice taller than you. Now it's a bit of a hike before you get close - but it's still visible (unlike Portage Glacier, where you have to take one of the little cruises to get within binocular distance).

Nita and I opted to wait at the car for the hikers, and to pass the time she fed the birds. Seagulls. A whole herd of them. Not sure what seagulls are doing hanging out at a glacier, but it was fun to watch. I admit to ducking a couple times, and covering my head. Didn't want to get pooped on when it's going to be a while before I could get cleaned up... (Well, really didn't want to get pooped on at all, but especially not if I have to wear it for another hour or two.) I overheard some tourists talking about how it feels just like home, because Utah's state bird is the sea gull. I wanted to rush over and see if they knew any of my family that's from there, but I refrained... =)

Valdez is absolutely beautiful - even in the rain. We've been lucky some years to have sunshine, and then the vista is stunning! But I wouldn't live there in the winter. I've heard they can get 10 - 20 feet of snow - so much that people have to tunnel out of their houses to get anyplace. No thanks!

Sara's work is in the lower right corner of the 2nd picture

We visited, did some sight-seeing, and got to eat dinner with Sara. Through it all, there was a fine mist - not really rain, but grey clouds and enough dampness to eventually bead up on our clothes. When it was finally time to say goodbye, the heavens opened up and there was torrential rain. Methinks that might've been the elements expressing my emotions... =) Anyhow. I intended to get our picture with a nice background (like a scenic mountain or somesuch), but settled for the parking lot with the burger joint where we had dinner.

Heading back to camp the weather got milder and milder, until it was cloudy with no rain at all. Which is perfect weather to have a fire and roast marshmallows. And that's the way we ended our road-trippin' day. I've got a few more photos to share, so it looks like there'll be one more post about this utterly fantastic weekend. Yay!!

Squirrel Creek, Park I

2011-07-05T23:01:00.087-08:00

I've been looking forward to the 4th of July weekend for ages! A long weekend (I took Friday off too), and we're going camping. Yay! Working a full day, then loading up for camping generally means a late start. But who cares? since I don't have to work on Friday anyway. Sweet!! We loaded up an old friend for the last trip...

Years ago, Greg made a box to fit his ladder rack so we could bring extra wood and have BIG fires. This is the last campout for the box. Fitting then, that the first and last trips are both to Squirrel Creek. Between packing, mounting the box, and loading the gear, we didn't leave until almost 10pm. Kinda late, especially for this trip, but what the hell? We can always sleep in once the tents are up...

We arrived on location at 3am, had the tents up by 4am, then sat around the fire until 7am. It's been absolutely forever since I've been up for more than 24 hours. Must be a sign of getting old - I used to be able to stay up late and get up early for days on end without it seeming to impact me. Now, a solid 8 hours is good (I like 10 better), but I can survive on 5 or 6 for a day or two. No more than that without going totally nutso, having a psychotic breakdown, and collapsing into a sleep coma for three days of recovery. Twenty-some years ago, 40 seemed ancient - as if those old fogies are ready to push up daisies, just put 'em in a wheelchair and get some diapers right now - but now that I'm almost there, I don't feel that much different from when I was 25 or so (except I need more sleep)... Anyhow. I digress.

The next couple days are filled with fun, fires, and friends. Such a wonderful weekend!! We even satisfied another "tradition". At a previous campout - in the same camp ground, at the same site, even - we found that squirrels can (and will) eat through the plastic to get at the licorice in the 5# Costco tub. This year, we found that they'll eat through the Gladware bin to get to the fruits and nuts.

I have several more pictures that I want to share - I'll try not to be too boring - so I'll add them to the next post. Besides, that includes the next adventure: heading to Valdez to see Sara. Campfire, fresh air, falling asleep to the sound of running water... Can't think of a better way to spend the weekend.

Walking to Whittier

2011-06-19T23:24:00.129-08:00

It's been a couple years since we've participated in the Walk to Whittier, so when I heard about it this year I wanted to go. It's a 2 and a half mile walk through a tunnel that connects Whittier to the rest of the world. The tunnel is one lane wide, so traffic alternates direction into and out of town. It's a very large lane - big enough that buses, trains, and even boats can go through.

It was a cloudy, drizzly day - but since we spent a majority of the time walking through the tunnel, the weather didn't matter so much. I had a lovely time visiting with our friend Shawn, as we trekked the terrain.

Once we made it to town, we had a couple hours to explore before it was time to catch the bus. Another benefit of this walk (besides that it's cool and can be an enjoyable substitute for some exercise) is that after all the walking, we get to eat and shop, then don't have to walk back to the car.

The rain was more like a fine mist, as if we were walking through super-saturated clouds. Never enough to be uncomfortable, but what seemed like a fine layer of dew on everything. We must've walked pretty quickly, because we were second in line at our choice of restaurant. Let me tell you, fresh fish and chips is hard to beat!

From there, we wandered the town. Whittier isn't very large - you can see most of it right from the marina. We decided to explore one of the derelict buildings, just behind the local inn and up a small rise. I love architecture - old buildings, new ones, interesting lines, etc. (This place reminds me of an insane asylum from back in the day, where someone was probably tortured and murdered horribly, and now that person (or those people) haunt the site of their doom.) Aside from that, Greg has a new-found fascination with graffiti, ever since he watched Exit Through the Gift Shop. (I have to say it was an interesting flick, but I don't think it's really a documentary. I think it's filmed in the same style and could be based on true events, but is a well crafted make-believe tale.) I think that graffiti is definitely a form of vandalism, but if I have to look at it, I'd prefer to look at the more artistic applications. I don't need to know that John loves Ginger, or that Mary is a gang-banger. I like the dinosaurs and deep sea creatures that peppered the inside and outside of this building (in the picture above, on the lower right corner is a T-Rex).

We finished our exploring in time to make it to the fudge shop for a nice little treat before we boarded the bus... except the bus was late. Which wouldn't have been all that bad, except we're standing in the misty, drizzly, rain, and if we miss the tunnel, we're stuck in Whittier over night (it's the last tunnel going out for the day - one more coming in, then closed for the night).

While we were waiting, a friend we haven't seen in years pulled into the lot to go to the coffee shop right next door. Small world! Eric does commercial fishing out of Whittier now, and he'd just finished with some work and happened to stop by for some caffeine to keep him awake for a little while longer. It was great to catch up with him and find out what's new. It shouldn't surprise me that much anymore, that wherever we go Greg will find someone he knows. I'm much more anonymous, I suppose (and I'm fine with that).

I can hear the creepy music playing in the background, and if I stare at the picture hard enough, I think there are faces in the shadows of the windows. They only come out in the mist, and they're hungry. Good thing our bus made the last tunnel out... (ooooh! I hope I haven't just given myself nightmares!)

Greg's Goal

2011-06-18T22:43:00.019-08:00

Greg completed another half-marathon race today. He finished in 2:45 and change - just slightly longer than last year (time for last year was 2:30+ - see my post here). This is particularly amazing because he hasn't been doing as much training as he would've liked, so he anticipated a fair amount of walking and taking it easy (as much as you can, when you're participating in a 13-mile race). Way to go, Greg!

This puts him one step closer to competing in the Goofy (actually two races - a half marathon followed the next day by a full marathon - see more info here) this coming January in Florida. Disney, here we come!

Blooms

2011-06-02T22:08:00.014-08:00

I finished planting most of the rest of my flowers just before we went camping. Ran out of pots and dirt before I ran out of flowers. I'm going to have to figure out what to do with the rest of them soon, but I'm pleased that the ones I've done so far are blooming. I love the colors!

First Campout of the Season

2011-05-30T21:12:00.045-08:00

I didn't realize how much I'd been looking forward to this campout until Greg couldn't find spots for us. The campground we originally wanted to stay at is closed for the season - beetle killed trees that they're cleaning up, or something like that. So he headed north instead, looking for our weekend homestead. Two campgrounds later, and he called me to let me know that nothing's open... Maybe we can camp in the back yard? No way. If we're not camping, I'm not going to drag out all our gear just to set it up in the backyard. So he headed south, and eventually found us spots at Bertha Creek Campground.

Initially I wanted to be a bit closer to town, since I was staying the night then driving back in to Anchorage so I could work on Friday. (I didn't take Friday off, and I was worried - what with the long weekend and the nice weather - that we wouldn't be able to find a site, even on Thursday night... seems like other people maybe had the same idea.) Looks like the mother of necessity breeds willingness to camp farther afield (isn't that how the saying goes?). So we ended up at Bertha Creek. It's south of Anchorage, but significantly higher elevation. There was still snow, and the leaves hadn't opened from buds yet.

But it was a site to put up tents and get a fire going - yay! I didn't even mind having to get up super-early so I could drive home to take a shower and get in to work at a decent time. I don't know how people commute for and hour or more one way. That's so much time that I could use for so many other things: sleeping, reading, blogging, relaxing at home, sleeping...

It was such a lovely weekend! I love sitting around the campfire, relaxing and visiting with friends and family. I even tried a new flavor combination: peanut butter, strawberry jam, and bacon. Bacon really does make everything taste better!

I'm looking forward to this summer and the other camping trips we have planned. *Fingers crossed* that the weather this summer is better than last year - less rain, more sun, and plenty of big fires!!

Flower Power

2011-05-09T23:17:00.047-08:00

Sunday was such a nice day that we couldn't resist going for a drive. I didn't intend to actually purchase any flowers - it's too early for me. The nights are still cold enough that I have to bring the flowers in over night, and then I have to watch so my cats don't eat them. And when my cats DO eat them (since I don't keep watch all night long), I have to clean up the leafy cat barf. All-in-all, it's a pain in the ass, and I just prefer not to have to deal with it.

When we got to the nursery in Indian, I just couldn't resist the lure... I found some petunias with colors I hadn't seen before. And since I was going to get those, may as well take a look at what else is there too, right? The nice thing about shopping for flowers this early, is that there's still a whole lot of selection. Usually, when I go after Memorial Day weekend, it's pretty slim pickin's. (Note: The pictures are blurry because I couldn't figure out how to use the macro function on my camera. It's been so long since I tried, that I actually had to look up the user manual online to figure out how to change the settings. Then once - I think - I had it set right, the stupid auto-focus kept picking up something behind the flowers. If you look closely, you'll see that either the leaves or the pot/dirt are in focus rather than the flowers. And those are the BEST of what I tried to get. Dumb camera.)

I talked to the owner at Forget-Me-Not Nursery for a bit, and she recommended another greenhouse in Anchorage - that I'd never been to before (can't recollect the name right now) - for more petunias, so we back to town for more shopping. So much for waiting... Five flats of flowers later, I figured it'd be easier to haul the plants in and out of the house if they were in pots. This is practically a record for me getting my flowers planted. I didn't do them all - just the petunias and one other pot - I'll finish up the rest of them another night.

And now it's crystal clear why I don't like to get flowers this early. Five trips to get them outside - have to close the slider in between so the cats don't escape. Five more trips to water them. Five more trips to bring them in at night. And then I have to keep the spray bottle by me so I can fend off the kittehs when they decide to visit the salad bar. It's going to be worth it, right?

Let's Amble!

2011-05-07T23:12:00.025-08:00

Every summer I try to do as many of the charity walks as I can. Mostly because it's an extra incentive to get in some exercise. I've already missed three, but made an extra effort to get to the Amblin' for Alzheimer's walk. Not because it's an issue that's near and dear to me - just because I like the venue (Kincaid Park is very pretty), and I enjoy the folks that I've walked with for the past few years. It helps that the weather was absolutely gorgeous!

In celebration of completing a four mile walk, I promptly went to the store for a doughnut, had way too much food for dinner, and topped off the night with a brownie for dessert. I mean, I deserve all that right? I burned up lots and lots of calories walking for charity - that's got to count for extra calories, right? I think I'll wait a while before I brave the bathroom scale. Maybe I'll get a bike ride in first...

The weather was beautiful. Leaves still aren't out on the trees, but I'm sure I'll wake up one morning to find they've all popped out over night. There was enough sun (and exercise) that I was sweating up a storm, but enough breeze that I wasn't miserable. And I found an amusing sign. We don't have many people brave enough to surf the frigid waters around Anchorage, and what waves we get are minuscule compared to Hawaii or California, but apparently Kincaid Park has another draw...

It's A Small World After All

2011-04-30T22:55:00.055-08:00

It's a small world. We met a couple in Colorado last October at a brewery where we stopped for dinner on a whim (at the end of my post here), in a town we were driving through on the way to somewhere else. Turns out they're in the military, she's from Anchorage.

It's a small, small world! Hooked up with Erin and Klark for dinner tonight - they're back in Anchorage for a while. So, Alaskans go Outside on vacation and meet other Alaskans; now the Alaskans we met in Colorado are back in Alaska, and we have new friends. Yay!

Sewing Night

2011-04-29T23:24:00.019-08:00

I'm almost finished with a Mystery quilt that Sara and I started... um... probably five years ago?... It's about damn time!!

Sara's quilt - done these last five years...

I was thinking of trading this one to a friend for some end tables he's making me, but decided that he'll get the next one. This one has sentimental value - the first Mystery Quilt class that Sara and I did together - and I just love the colors. When I get pictures of the one Nita is working on, I'll post - to show her progress, but also because that'll be the same kind I end up trading to my friend. I think that one's next on the list - or maybe a baby quilt and then that one... But still have to finish this one. Top is done, just have to get the layers together... Yay!!

My Sister Jeannea

2011-04-24T20:57:00.099-08:00

Jeannea's visit has come and gone. It's hard to believe it's already over. Where does all the time go? I mean, when I'm slogging through work and buried up to my eyebrows with muck and mire, the minutes c r e e p s l o w l y o n w a r d, w i t h t o r t u r o u s s l u g g i s h n e s s . . . But when I'm savoring my time with friends or family, trying to enjoy every last minute because I know the time is short, I can blink and it's already gone. How is that fair?? Anyway. I'm already ahead of myself.

Jeannea came to visit for a few days on her way to Dillingham for the summer. I was happy to have a little more time with her than I got with Sara, but that's just me being greedy. To be honest, I'd be happy with enough time to go to dinner and visit for a bit before they pass through. Anything more than that is already icing on the cake. So extra days on top of that is awesome - yay!!

Jeannea got some chill-axin' done during the weekdays - opting to hang at the house while we were working so she could sleep in and unwind a bit before hitting it hard again. Until recently she was working two full-time jobs; she dumped one of those, but then had to gear up to come to Alaska for the summer. And it won't get any better in Silly Dilly - she'll be working seven days a week and likely 16 to 20 hour days. So apparently she really enjoyed the time just hangin'.

Besides, we made up for it in the evenings with visiting and catching up. We confirmed that she has not been to Double Musky, but that's a trip that will have to wait on her return visit in August. However, we made a fantastic meal (courtesy of the cookbook she picked up for us): "World's Best" Mac and Cheese, Rustic Blue Cheese Mashed Potatoes, and steak with Balsamic-Mushroom Ragout. It was a meal high in cheese content (especially if you count the five different types of cheese we cut up for appetizers - YUM!), and uber-delicioso... Leftovers for days, and still tasty the second (and third) time around... plus it was a lot of fun to spend the day (there was a lot of prep) working together to make such a fantastic meal.

"World's Best" Mac and Cheese before baking

"World's Best" Mac and Cheese ready to eat

Steak coated in the House Herb recipe

Of course it's important to share the fruits of such labor, so we had friends over to help demolish the fare. An evening of visiting and sharing with family and friends. Who could ask for a lovelier way to pass the time?

It'll only be a couple months before I get to see Jeannea - she'll be back for a quick visit in August before heading to Seattle for the winter. So I'll enjoy the summer, and look forward to fall when I get family visits again. Yay!!

My Sister Sara

2011-04-15T22:22:00.102-08:00

Spring really is here - even without green grass or leaves on the trees. When it's time for my sisters to come visit, I know that I've finally made it through the winter. Whew!

Sara's visit this spring is going to be a short one, but she's promised to spend more time with me on the way back in September. In Tuesday evening, gone again by Friday morning. What a terrible way to spend Tax Day. But I'm getting ahead of myself...

I was going to try to take a day off, since she wasn't able to spend any weekend days with me, but we're short handed at work and behind schedule. I settled for leaving early on Wednesday and Thursday, then staying late on Friday.

We discovered that in all the years Sara has been coming to Alaska for the summer - and in each of those years she stops (twice) to visit me - we've never taken her to Double Musky. Oh, how can that be?!? We've seriously neglected our hosting charges. We've been derelict in our duties! We've been lax in our responsibilities!! One might wonder why that were so, if one were unfamiliar with Anchorage and the Double Musky. The reasons are two-fold: the drive to Girdwood is absolutely beautiful; and the food is magnificent.

We've now rectified our gross negligence. Apparently Thursday nights aren't as busy as weekends. We were anticipating at least a half hour wait once we got there, but were seated almost immediately. With such savory fare, you would think I might've had a variety of the dishes, but you'd be wrong. I'm a creature of habit mostly, and only sometimes do I break out of my mold to try new things. It doesn't help that my #1 choice is a melt-in-your-mouth pepper crusted steak. Why should I try something new when I've got such a heavenly option awaiting me?? Maybe because the jambalaya is exquisite, as are any number of the other menu items... If you come to visit us, don't let us forget to take you to the Musky!! (Here's a short NextStop video about the restaurant.)

Because it's getting lighter and lighter, the sun was still up after we'd finished dinner. (I absolutely love how much sunlight we have right now. But I have to keep myself from thinking that in only two months it's going to start going away. O, Summer Solstice, how I hate thee!!) Sunset along Turnagain Arm is breathtaking.

We stopped by the snow blower on the way home - which is just past the bird refuge if you're heading south, where you can see pretty birds and people canoeing in the summer. (It's a bit early for that, yet.) I figured that Sara would have seen one of these monstrosities already, since Valdez gets buckets more snow than Anchorage. But then I remembered... there's no train to Valdez. Hence no railroad snow blower. I don't know if you can tell from the pictures, but you're facing what seems like an engine, with massive blades and chutes to clear avalanche snow from the tracks. If Snidely Whiplash were around - and you were Nell - you'd likely be tied to the tracks in the first picture, wailing for Dudley Do-Right and thinking: Ah, shit. This is the end, then. while campy piano music plays in the background.

Ahem. Two afternoons and an up-before-the-buttcrack-of-dawn-for-breakfast-before-she-goes morning fly by way too quickly. My first indication of spring has come and gone. On the bright side, Jeannea will be here next week - so I still have another visit to look forward to. But on the dark side, half my spring visits are over, and the rest (all ONE of them) will be just as fleeting. Fortunately this is spring, not fall - it's much more depressing then - so I can look forward to another visit from Sara in a few short months. Yay!!

First Barbecue

2011-04-10T22:13:00.013-08:00

We're barbecuing for the first time this spring (if we can call it spring, with snow on the ground and no green grass or leaves yet). Time to road-test the mustard-bourbon sauce we made with Shawn while we were in Omaha. Some microwave broccoli and rice with grilled cauliflower rounds out the meal.

Next time we do the cauliflower, it needs to stay on the grill for a little longer, but as for the barbecue'd steak? Here's my opinion: Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, Good!!!

Flatlands - Finis

2011-04-04T22:42:00.027-08:00

It's time to go home again. I still have one more thing to look forward to: in Seattle I get to see three of my sisters. Yay! We got to the airport in plenty of time, but forgot that the homemade barbecue sauce was still in a carry-on instead of packed safely in one of the checked bags. Almost had to throw it away, but instead paid to check the bag - which I enjoyed, since then I didn't have to lug it around at the next two stops. Our flight was delayed due to weather in Denver - snow and wind, causing ice buildup on the runways and planes. Doesn't Mother Nature know it's APRIL, and we're much farther south than normal?? It should be warmer by now!!

I was worried that we'd miss our connecting flight, or that there would be enough delay that we wouldn't be able to see my sisters, but it ended up working out just fine. The Denver plane had already boarded and we were the last to embark, but we made it and it left close to on time. The girls met us just outside of security and we visited for as long as we could before heading back through the check points to make the last leg of the flight.

We've been home a day, I've still got my sunburn (from Saturday's lovely day), and now it's snowing. I know, I know. In Alaska, we can expect snow through April, and sometimes in May or June. But it's such a let down. After seeing the almost-blooms and watching the Flatlands green up, I want to be much closer to the growing season than we are right now. Patience is not my strong suit. At least I have all the delightful memories from our trip to distract me...

Flatlands - Chris & Janet, Part II

2011-04-03T23:19:00.128-08:00

The weekend has flown by. All too soon, it'll be time to pack up and head home. We've had such a marvelous time visiting friends and meeting new people - and finally the weather is cooperating! - that I just don't want to go...

Saturday was the first day of sunshine and warmth for this whole trip. While we've still had a fantastic adventure, getting some sun sure adds another level of enjoyment! I'm lobster-ish now. Well, at least on the left arm, since I was sitting at an angle. I'm only rosy-pink on the right arm (but still blindingly white for the legs).

We watched the kids do a zip line today - including Cody, Madison, and Caleb. I'm glad it wasn't for adults. I'm not sure that I could've done it - but I always want to try. Why is it that I can ride roller coasters and the ferris wheel without my insane paranoia, but bridges and edges of things (buildings, trails, etc.) cause me to panic? {I keep thinking that someday I'll attempt the Grand Canyon Skywalk. It fascinates me like a particularly horrible wreck, where I know I shouldn't look - because if I do whatever bad thing it is will happen to me too, only worse - but I've just got to... If I consider how miserably I failed at crossing the Pedestrian bridge, I don't know how I can even consider the Skywalk. I wonder if, when I get there, I'll cower in fear? Probably. I know I'll cry like a baby and hyperventilate - I have no control over that. We'll have to go later in the season, so there aren't many people there. I don't want strangers to see me like the blubbering fool I'll be. I'm hoping I'll be at least able to get out some of the way, but what if I get out there and get paralyzed by my psychoses and can't get back? DeepBreath. Those are thoughts for a different day. Today is for the zip line.} It was fun to watch the kids. To see the initial trepidation, then the elation as they figured out they were not going to fall and break bones, get mangled, or possibly die, then enjoy the rest of the ride. It seems that every one of them would've gone again, if they could. I wonder if someday that'll be me...

Janet put together a beautiful slide show of Chris through his 40 ages. It was funny and tender and full of the love that's been permeating the weekend. I remember Chris with long hair! And it was fun to watch him grow up through the pictures, to become the father, friend, brother, son, man he is today. After the show, I helped cut the cake and for his thanks, Chris made sure I got a piece of the white cake with fresh strawberries... UP MY NOSE!! I paid in kind by ensuring he tasted the chocolate cake, and had some frosting saved in his beard for later... *grins* And we laughed until we were red in the face and couldn't breath, then laughed some more. It still makes me smile. =)

It's really time to say goodbye. To hug everyone one last time, to laugh and cry a little, to promise to keep in touch. (I'm always well-meaning that way, but... well, it just doesn't happen. At least I'm honest. My fingers aren't broken, so they should be able to dial a phone - but that's never been my most comfortable medium. I'm better sending email - but just barely, as both Janet and Shawn can attest - and I do my best work in person. You can see the drawback there, right?)

I can hardly believe our time is already over. I'm so glad we were able to be a part of this celebration. To spend some time with friends long parted, but never far from our hearts.

Addendum: On 14 April, Shiloh Anne officially joined the clan - congratulations Chris and Janet!! The following pictures are courtesy of Janet, since I was long gone from the area by then. I just wanted to post them because, well... babies are so cute, and they're such a beautiful family (and the kids are all rainbow-ish in their bright, happy colors).

Flatlands - Chris & Janet, Part I

2011-04-01T23:24:00.125-08:00

Surprising Chris was fantastic! Even better was being able to watch as surprise after surprise unfolded. It was a magical weekend, due in large part to Janet's unparalleled Mad Planning Skilz. In addition to coordinating to get all the people there, Janet also arranged for time off work for Chris - all without him being aware of anything. {Janet, if you ever go job hunting, you should definitely look into Project Management or event planning. You're a natural!}

As is typical of this vacation, most of the pictures are courtesy of Greg and his fancy-pants camera. I've contributed a few from my old, slow point-and-shoot, but I also used some of Janet's pictures too. We started the morning by heading to breakfast, of course! It was a lot of fun to be with the whole family - rather reminded me of my own childhood, and being surrounded by all my siblings.

The Girls

The Boys

Cheers! with Piper

Greg and Chris

I took a picture of all the girls, and Janet had all the boys - together, we've got everyone! =) Janet and I took the kids and headed out to the retreat (by way of the Shoe Tree - where additional shoes seem to randomly appear), while Greg and Chris were sent after coffee. After waiting and waiting for the Birthday Boy (and my husband) to arrive, Janet finally had to call and prompt them to speed things along. Chris didn't know, but Janet's family was already on site, and more people were scheduled to arrive soon. We found out the cause of the delay: Chris wanted to show Greg the Bass Pro shop. Upon seeing some of the pictures Greg took, that place is great! Next time we're in the area (or in any area that has one), we'll have to stop in to do some store-sightseeing.

Bass Pro Magnificence

Shoe Tree Landmark

The rest of the afternoon was filled with one surprise after another for Chris, as friends and family from far and near began to arrive. It was wonderful to watch as the space filled with people who care for Chris and Janet, and to see Chris's elation as each new surprise was revealed.

Chris and Janet haven't changed a bit. The kids, on the other hand... We saw Caleb a couple years ago, so he looks a little taller but similar. Madison was still in diapers (come to think of it, that's the last time we saw Janet too), and Cody, Jessica, and Piper were just twinkles in mama and papa's eyes... Man, it's been too long!

The evening was warm and the sky clear, so the stars were out en mass. It's been a long time since I've seen so many stars. When it's dark enough (and we're out of the city) back home, it's too cold for me to star-gaze for long; when it's warm enough, there's too much sunlight. I took a walk last night. To savor the pleasures of the day and enjoy the refreshingly warm evening. It's been a good day; an engaging day of socializing with and celebrating our friends. I'm looking forward to tomorrow.

Flatlands - Traveling Between

2011-03-31T23:39:00.168-08:00

It's finally here. We've had an absolutely incredible time visiting with Shawn, and now it's time to begin the next part of our trip. Bittersweet, yet again. I totally meant to get a picture of the three of us, but got distracted. We don't have any pictures of the three of us - it's either Greg and Shawn, or Shawn and I. Next time I'll have to remember...

We had breakfast together before going our separate ways; Shawn to work, Greg and I to get a couple pictures, fill up on gas, then hit the road back to Springfield. We've had such a great time visiting that it's hard to leave... but we'll be seeing Shawn again in July, so that makes it a little easier.

Omaha has been very interesting. Lots of fun - because of the time we've spent with Shawn - and fascinating. One of the interesting dichotomies of any large city (to me, anyway), and this was true of Omaha as well, is the old and new buildings - sometimes almost side by side - that exist as the landscape of the area.

I suppose I don't really mean "old" and "new", since one of my favorite places was the Old Market - a collection of shops set up in an old section of town. (Come to think of it, when we go to Albuquerque to visit family, I love to go to Old Town to wander in and out of the shops.) Anyhow. What I really mean is that some old buildings are well-kept and maintained, while others are let go. The ones that aren't re-purposed and remain empty become vandalized husks, ghosts hinting at the glory and industry of days gone by while displaying the sadness of reality.

In direct contrast (and just down the street) to the old train station with busted windows and graffiti is the building - and area - in the picture above. There's even a park with a playground in the background, and the view extends into an old but well-kept section of downtown Omaha. I wouldn't be anxious walking around this area, wondering what's through the next door or around the corner, wondering if we're either going to be accosted or asked to leave. A sense of welcome versus disinterested weariness. Fascinating.

The trip back to Springfield was pleasurable. We stopped off in Kansas City, this time for some geocaching, lunch at Grinders (made famous on Diners, Drives, and Dive-Ins), and a stopover at the Boulevard Brewery gift shop. When we're traveling, we like to get the earth caches. They're alluring because they're educational and interesting. The historic flood levels of the Missouri are amazing. Thirty-four feet. That's almost six of me, standing on top of each other. The bottom five of me would drown. That's two complete stories in a building, plus most of a third. I'd hate to be around for that type of disaster. We also stopped at the confluence of the Missouri and Kansas rivers to learn more about natural history - which included a spectacular view of the city skyline.

As we continued our journey southward, I found Shawn's real town. If he's going to be in the Flatlands, at least he's close to home (away from home). It's a town called Peculiar. When we're trying to make a choice - maybe for food or entertainment - Shawn will say, I'm not peculiar. Oh, Shawn. Yes. Yes, you are peculiar. But we love you anyway.

One more stop at the Osceola Cheese Factory to stock up on cheese, and we're almost there. It was amazing to see that in just the few days we've been in Nebraska, the landscape in Missouri has greened up tremendously. I know it'll be a month or more before this transformation happens back home, but Oh! I do love the growing season!! We're getting closer and closer to our next destination. I'm getting excited to see Chris and Janet. Chris doesn't know we're coming. Janet's been working and planning for a long, long time to throw him a surprise party for his 40th birthday. (Yes, Chris. I just announced your real age to all my various and sundry - count them, 13 - readers. Are you ready to start asking for senior discounts? *grins*) This is going to be fun!

Flatlands - Hangin' with Shawn, Day IV

2011-03-30T23:51:00.191-08:00

Today is bittersweet. Our last full day in Omaha - but if I change my focus, we've got a whole day to spend with Shawn visiting and making memories. Another day - yay!! Today's sojourns took us to all-you-can-eat sushi for lunch. Oh. My. Goodness. It was phenomenal!!! I've never been to a sushi restaurant where you can pick anything off the menu, have it made just for you (no conveyor belt), and do it over and over again until you just can't move. We ordered three times, not including dessert. Granted, each successive order got smaller and smaller, but we packed away a whole lot of fish! We ate enough that I was starting to get just a little bit proficient with my chop sticks - a feat unto itself, that.

After so much food, it's good that our next destination was Omaha's Henry Doorly Zoo. We definitely needed to do some walking around - otherwise we might've succumbed to food comas. It's been a long, long time since I've been to a zoo, and somehow the Anchorage zoo doesn't come remotely close in comparison.

I made it over the rope bridge - proof in the picture above. Most likely because it was a short bridge and the ground wasn't that far below - meaning I would survive the fall, should a board snap beneath my foot or the rope fray beyond measure and give out, regardless of the vise-like death grip that I had. I didn't even cry. Yay!

As usual, most of these pictures are courtesy of Greg and his fancy-pants camera. I do have a couple - and it's probably easier in this post to mention which are mine rather than which are his (since I got a few of his before he had a chance to mark them up). Any pictures that have Greg in them (like the first one in the post) are obviously taken by me. The other two that are mine are pictures of monkeys... go figure. The monkeys in a tree (above) is mine, and I'll claim one other monkey picture below - you'll know it when you see it. So nice to have the fancy-pants camera along on this journey (and Greg too, of course!) - there's no way I would've been able to get pictures of most of this stuff (and there are oh, so many more - I just picked a few to whet your appetite).

We spent about 3 hours at the zoo, and weren't able to see everything there. Not only that, but there were several exhibits that were empty (either due to the cool Spring weather or remodel/construction work). Definitely another reason to come back a little later in the season - not mid-summer, as I think we'd be miserable trying to adjust to the temperature differences, but maybe later spring or early fall.

My favorite exhibits were all the various monkeys. Big ones, small ones, baby ones, orange ones, grey ones, multi-colored ones, lazy ones, pensive ones, tree-swinging ones, smart-ass ones... Who doesn't like monkeys?!? Lemur Island was one of the displays that was empty. I was going to get a picture for James to show him what his home-away-from-home looks like, what with all his cousins swinging on the trees and all, but alas {smacks myself on the forehead with the back of my hand} it just wasn't meant to be.

That's the best shot I could get of the fellow above (yes, this picture is mine, not Greg's). No matter where I moved, he arranged himself to put his hairy ass in the middle of my picture. Alrighty then. If that's the best I can do, who am I to argue with fate?? At least Greg was able to get some more thought-provoking poses from the various primates.

Shawn had to go to class, so after the zoo we dropped him off and headed to Jones Bros. Cupcakes to while away some time (and indulge in some cupcake decadence, of course!). We just had to try the red velvet, sweet and salty, Guinness, tiramisu, and lemon cupcakes, as well as the coffee cake (not all at once, mind you! - we had a couple hours to kill before dinner). After perusing the menu online, I see that they have a maple bacon cupcake they make on Fridays. Damn! Missed it by two days. Maybe I can get Shawn to give it a try and send me a review...

For dinner, we went to The Pizza Gourmet Co. They have good pizza, yummy garlic rolls, and tasty jalapeno cheese balls. Shawn became the mayor there a few days after we left. Being mayor has something to do with checking in online so many times, then once you've hit some pre-determined threshold you become mayor. I wonder if you can be mayor of more than one location? It'd be cool if he gets to wear a crown and eat at an elevated table in the middle of the room with flashy strobe lights and wait-staff dedicated just to him that refer to him as Your Mayor-ness, but I think they settle on some kind of discounts instead (or maybe even just bragging rights). I'd be mayor of Olive Garden, if we had one. Speaking of... that's one restaurant we didn't make it to on this journey. Probably the first time ever we've traveled Outside, had an Olive Garden in the vicinity and didn't go there to eat. Oh well. We made it to lots of other tasty venues!

Another fabulous day with Shawn. I don't want to think about tomorrow.

Flatlands - Hangin' with Shawn, Day III

2011-03-29T23:51:00.172-08:00

It seems that we aren't meant to be early risers on this trip. Which it totally fine by me - since I'm generally a night owl anyway. As has been our habit thus far, we started the day with brunch. Today, Shawn took us to Dixie Quicks, which is a quaint hole-in-the-wall restaurant serving southern cooking with a flair. The joint was featured in Diners, Dives, and Drive Ins on the Food Network, and is absolutely worth visiting. We arrived just in time - without reservations, we were at the mercy of seating availability. We had no trouble getting a table, but not more than 15 minutes later the place was packed and we would have been turned away. The menu is done on a chalk board; employees shop for ingredients daily; the food is extraordinary!

Restroom Signs at Dixie Quicks

From there, we headed to the first (non-food) destination of the day: the Durham Museum, which is housed in the Union Pacific Railroad Center. It's a lovely building with intricate artwork and majestic ceilings, with lots of associated history and close to downtown. Since it is no longer a railway center, it's nice to see that the building is being used in an alternate capacity. We learned from the soda jerk that the original soda fountain is still in use - as are the neon signs advertising for candy and whatnot. Amazing that something so old (80+ years) has been able to withstand time so well. Of course, we had to have shakes and some soda to verify that everything is perfectly functional. Two thumbs up! =)

Looking downtown from the Museum; Inside the Railway Station

It was fascinating to walk through the building and see the history - not only for the railway, but the other exhibits that are now on display. It was especially fascinating to hear Shawn's perspective (he works for present-day Union Pacific) on the state of railroads, passenger travel, and recent history. The connection of the railways significantly changed historic travel and allowed many more people the opportunity to move about the country than would have been able to without, and Omaha became the hub for a lot of that activity. Hadn't really thought of that before. (Note: Shawn didn't watch the movie Unstoppable - an action-adventure train movie based on real events - but heard from other railroad people that it's highly unlikely that much of it is real-to-life. I guess it's loosely based on real events - but it's still an entertaining movie.) Anyhow. Peculiarly - yes, Shawn, you are peculiar! =) - fascinating to have the perspective of someone so closely entwined in the industry to give feedback and supplemental information.

The rest of the museum was filled with interesting historical tidbits, including a poem from 1869, decrying Omaha and those that live there. I only typed in my favorite bits, so what is below is incomplete. If you're interested in the whole thing, let me know and I'll post the poem in its entirety. I think the poem is funny (in a haha sense), but also evokes images of the mayhem that must have been standard fare when Omaha was at its heights as a hub of railway travel.

Hast ever been in Omaha,

Where rolls the dark Missouri down,

And four strong horses scarce can draw

An empty wagon through the town?

...Where whisky shops the livelong night

Are vending out their poison juice;

Where men are often very tight,

And women deemed a trifle loose?

Where taverns have an anxious guest

For every corner, shelf and crack;

With half the people going west,

And all the others going back?

...If not, take heed to what I say:

You'll find it just as I have found it;

And if it lies upon your way,

For God's sake, reader, go around it!

John G. Saxe, Harper's Magazine, September1869

The rest of the afternoon was spent doing some shopping before we met Christine for appetizers and visiting. We were going to get sushi for dinner, but were having such a lovely time visiting that the restaurant would have closed before we could get there. So we had some delectable Mexican food - so much so that we're all suffering from the after-effects of fighting off the food comas. It was that good. Time is going by so quickly... yet another wonderful, lovely day of visiting is complete.

Flatlands - Hangin' with Shawn, Day II

2011-03-28T23:38:00.188-08:00

We fully intended to be up and about early today. I mean, early enough that we'd have breakfast over and be knocking on the doors of the Strategic Air and Space Museum by 10am, when they opened. Yeah. That's what we planned last night. Good thing our planning allows for some flexibility for things like... sleeping later than intended... It's possible we left the house by 10am, but more likely that I was just rolling out of bed around then.

Blackbird - SR71

The museum is absolutely phenomenal! If you're ever in the Omaha area, you should definitely put this on your list of things to do. (Most of the plane pictures are thanks to Greg and his fancy-pants camera - my little point-and-shoot just couldn't do the subjects justice. The picture of the picture is mine...) You can literally spend hours - and we did - just wandering around looking at the displays. It's difficult for me to adequately illustrate or describe the colossal size of the airplanes. It'll have to be enough to say that they're GINORMOUS.

I found it ironic that on most of the airplanes there are emergency instructions for opening and/or ejecting the cockpit painted on the exterior of the plane. Understandable, I suppose, except that I'd hope there're instructions for those inside the plane to get out. I mean, if the plane crashes in enemy territory, I doubt those finding the wreckage can even read the instructions, and if they can I doubt they're going to help the crew escape - unless it's to be captured for some kind of questioning... It would seem the instructions are only good if the plane crashes in friendly (English-speaking) territories - so what do they do in other circumstances?

Peacemaker (B36) - wingspan from side to side in the back

Sabre (F86) - camo suspended above the wing of the Peacemaker

T-Bird (T33) - grey above the body of the Peacemaker

Photograph of a painting, including the Peacemaker (B36)

One of the most amazing planes I saw there was the Peacemaker (B36) - so called because it could hold tremendous amounts of bombs and fly extremely long distances (peace by intimidation?). It's an absolutely massive piece of machinery. Tubular in shape, it doesn't seem like it should be able to fly based on the placement of the wings. Wing span is approximately 230 feet, the body is 162 feet long, and it was the only aircraft capable of flying to another continent and returning without having to refuel. I tried to take pictures to show the vastness of it, but my camera is not good enough to truly portray the epic proportions of any of the planes - particularly the Peacemaker.

After we finished touring the Air and Space Museum, we stopped by the Tower of Terror. At least, that's what I call it. Locals or people who don't have my phobias might just call it an observation tower in the Platte River state park. Apparently, if you climb all the way to the top, you can see for miles and miles in any direction - at least partly because they don't have mountains here in the Flatlands. I wouldn't know for sure though, since I only made it up two flights of stairs - and I'm damn proud of that!! I was waiting there for Greg and Shawn to get done observing when I felt the tower move as the wind picked up.

I'm not sure if it was real movement or my imagination, but it was enough that I booked it down the tower to stand on solid ground and read about the bot fly, which is native to Nebraska. There are two types of bot fly - in order to tell them apart you have to look on the belly of the fly (one has some red hair, the other doesn't). The bot fly looks and sounds like a bee - but it isn't - and the female sprays her eggs into the nostrils of a deer. (And just so you know, there's no way in sam hell that I'm going to be picking up a fly that looks and sounds like a bee to examine its belly so I know which species of bot fly it is! I'm going to either smash that sucker flat - with some implement that is NOT my hand - or spray it with deadly bee toxin, keeping the adage in mind: better safe than sorry...) Ahem. The eggs gestate inside until ready to hatch, which is when the deer coughs them up. They hatch then fly around looking for mates to start the whole cycle over again. Nowhere on the stupid plaque did it say anything that the bot fly is good for - like pollination, keeping real bee populations down, eating mosquitoes, etc. Now you too know much more than you ever need to know about the bot fly, which is native to Nebraska. I highly recommend climbing the tower rather than becoming a bot fly plaque reading specialist, if you can manage your phobias enough to do so.

Dark clouds moved in with the wind, and we ended up with snow. While that was a bit disappointing weather-wise, it didn't stop us from heading out to a local lake to get more pictures and having an absolutely divine steak dinner. There's definitely something to be said for having steak that's fresh off the range! Then home again to make some mustard-bourbon barbecue sauce, visit, and play games. (Note: One of my favorite memories of Shawn is making barbecue sauce from scratch. While we were here, I asked if he knew a recipe for a mustard-based sauce, since I'm not overly fond of the sweet, honey-ketchup-based sauces. The results of that test are chilling in the fridge, and I'm excited to test it out!!) On that note, yet another marvelous day has come to a close.

Flatlands - Hangin' with Shawn, Day I

2011-03-27T23:45:00.181-08:00

There's nothing nicer than a leisurely Sunday morning, spent visiting around the kitchen table. Too bad all days don't start this way, or even just the weekend days. Which makes it all the more sweet on those rare occasions when we take the time to indulge.

I count breakfast as the first meal of the day (independent of time-of-day), regardless of whether it includes eggs and bacon or hamburgers and fries. As such, we had breakfast around the time when normal Omahans are having lunch (and Alaskans are having brunch). Such a late start on a Sunday (when paying venues close early) limited our options for the afternoon, but we're a resourceful bunch and there's lots to see.

We opted to spend the day viewing local art and attractions, starting with the Pedestrian Bridge. This is the longest pedestrian bridge between two states (Nebraska and Iowa). I noticed that the flooring was concrete (in other words, NOT metal grating where I can see what lies below), so was hopeful that I'd be able to make the trek. I made sure to walk in the center of the bridge and focus on the ground. I only started hyperventilating as I passed the first of the cables, but it wasn't more than 15-20 feet farther and I was crying like a baby. Once again, my rational mind lost all its sensibilities and let the primitive fight or flight responses take over. Unfortunately for me, it's the flight response that wins (well, really it's the response where I have an absolute need to curl up in a fetal ball with my hands wrapped around my head, rocking to some inner music and making odd vocal noises to drown out the realization that my death is imminent and it's going to be long and painful and there's absolutely nothing I can do about it). So I went back to the car after taking a couple pictures. In the photo above if you look really closely (or expand the image), the two people-dots just past the first pillar are Shawn and Greg.

Aside from the bridge, I can totally see spending a pleasant spring or summer afternoon in the places we visited: walking along the river; enjoying the park; relaxing on the downtown strip known as The Mall (which is really a green belt along the river in the middle of downtown Omaha). Omaha is very different from Anchorage - more people, more cars, more urban - but there's still a lot of beauty to be found.

Throughout our sojourn, we found lots of odd art sculptures. It's almost like the 1% for Art project in Anchorage - a beautification effort to make sure our city is functional and pretty. Unless it's a tribute to something specific (and sometimes even then), lots of the art here is abstract - a bunch of metal thrown together in varying ways to create random shapes. What it's supposed to be is determined by the viewer, I suppose. I'm not very imaginative with those kinds of things. I much prefer art that is a bit more defined, or even functional. Like the seats below - apparently they're a way to disguise some ground vents, but in the process provide something a little nicer to view than a grate. Defined (that's definitely a face, odd though it may be) and functional (I'd sit on those hands if I were tired).

I love the history and aura of old buildings - even if sometimes I feel like they're not sturdy enough and may collapse on top of me. We were wandering around downtown and went through the Old Market. It's a bunch of shops (almost like a mall) that can be accessed from the sidewalk or from the inside of the structure. The building is at least three stories high, and the ceiling lets light through so the walkways are lined with plants that lean into the center and stretch towards the faux-sky. It's all old brick and wood planks, and you can tell where there've been repairs. One shop on the second floor even has its own atrium out back (which is the roof of some of the lower shops). Quaint and full of charm, as long as it doesn't come crashing down around my head. We're making plans to go back when most of the shops will be open so we can do more than window-shop. Yay!! =)

We retired to Upstream Brewing Company for some tasty beverages (they have a mighty fine Raspberry beer) and some pool, then concluded our jaunt at home with a late dinner of cheese (from Osceola), summer sausage, and crackers accompanied by more visiting. I'm almost distressed that time is going by so quickly (why must time fly when we're having fun?? I'd much prefer it to drag along when I'm enjoying myself and speed by when I'm bored or upset...). Even so, we've had another lovely day to build memories and savor our time visiting with Shawn. Can't beat that!

Flatlands - Getting There

2011-03-26T23:35:00.137-08:00

We're on our way. Almost 10 days of travel and visiting with friends. I'm hoping it'll be slightly warmer than home - since Spring always comes earlier for everyone else. In that vein, I've packed sandals, shorts, and short-sleeved shirts. But I've also packed extra jackets for layers, socks, jeans, and I'll be wearing tennis shoes.

Heading to Seattle - Sunset Over Clouds

We're going to be traveling for quite a while. First the airplanes - three airports and approximately 15 hours (not including time changes) there - then the road trip (another 10 hours).

Landing in Chicago

I absolutely *love* road trips. It's one of the things I miss, living in Alaska. There are only so many roads you can follow before you've been everywhere that a day or less road trip would cover. And we've been there. So "going for a drive" is just picking one of the locations we've already explored and going there again. Now, there's nothing wrong with that - we have some absolutely stunning vistas in those areas that we've already explored - it's just that sometimes I miss being able to go someplace "new".

O'Hare Airport is Enormous

Springfield Airport is Quaint

Anyhow. I'm looking forward to this trip for several reasons, one of which is the road-trippin' we'll be doing. The other reasons involve the people we're going to see - it's been... well, years... in both cases; and I've never been to these areas of the country, so we'll be seeing lots of new ground.

Kansas City Skyline

I was hoping that this trip would be warmer than home, but it looks like I'm to be disappointed in that regard. No matter. I won't be getting any kind of tan, but the primary purposes - travel and visiting - are still in tact; extra warmth and growing green were just added bonuses that are not to be.

Osceola, Mo - Osceola Cheese Factory

We are going to spend the first part of our trip in Omaha, NE, visiting with Shawn. This requires driving north from Springfield, MO approximately 350 miles (which is like driving from Anchorage to Fairbanks back home). We did some sightseeing along the way - stopped at the Osceola Cheese Factory for some samples (ended up with three types of cheese, caramel corn puffs, rye crisps, and some tasty ginger snaps - those samples will get you every time! Wouldn't have walked out with anything but the cheese, except that we sampled the other fare too...) and Jack Stack Barbecue in Kansas City for a late lunch (late for Central Time anyway - we're right on schedule for Alaska Time).

Where are we? Ewe's in the Country!

When anyone has asked "where're you going on vacation?" My response has been "we're heading to the Flatlands (or Middle America)." I realize that it's a stereotype, but it's almost eerie to see the rolling hills with no mountains or water - it seems to go on forever! Right now the fields are all dormant, waiting to be plowed and sown, the trees are starting to bud but there's no real color yet, and I seriously doubt I'll get to see the fields of sunflowers. We might have to find our way back here sometime, but later in the year so we get to see more of the lush, growing season (or the colors of the fall - except that corn fields are generally golden in the fall, so I suppose we'll just aim for Spring or Summer so we get more variety).

Greg and Shawn

We're finally here. A bit more than 24 hours of travel and seven different states (Alaska, Washington, Illinois, Missouri, Kansas, Iowa, and Nebraska - whew!), and now it's time to relax and visit.

Spring Saunter

2011-03-20T22:23:00.056-08:00

We still have ice on the roads, a couple feet of snow on the ground, and a chance for more frozen precipitation - according to the weather forecast I just watched. So it'll be a few more weeks until we get the growing things. But... we're in the melting phase!!

This weekend was absolutely gorgeous! We decided that we needed to get out and enjoy the weather, so we took a drive. All the sunshine makes me think of afternoon bike rides and camping, green leaves and flowers, barbecuing on the deck... In short, it makes me anxious for summer. Greg's been for a couple hikes in the snow, but I'm not that adventurous. I'm waiting for the snow to melt and the ground to dry up a bit before I wander forth into the wilderness. That way, the worst I have to look forward to are the mosquitoes and the bears. I take plenty of bug dope with me for the former, and hope there's someone that runs slower than me (or that I can trip) for the latter.

On Sunday, after an early morning hike (for Greg - some sleeping in for me), we went back to Kriner's Diner for breakfast. As promised, I ordered the cinnamon roll (almost as big as my head) and a side of bacon. I'm not sure what Greg ordered, but he liked it (and it had a pancake, among other things).

I tried really hard to eat the whole thing, but I just couldn't do it. So the leftovers became dessert for after dinner. I did not suffer a sugar coma (I think that's because the bacon took the edge off), and I'm pleased to announce that Kriner's Diner cooks crispy bacon well (not over- or under-done). Next time we go for breakfast I'll look for healthier fare, but I just couldn't pass on such a treat.

Making Progress

2011-03-18T23:17:00.002-08:00

I'm making progress on the quilt I'm putting together. It's from the first Mystery Quilt class that Sara and I did together. Sara's has been done for years now, and I should have my finished within the next month or two... Center of the quilt is done, and we spent a while figuring out borders. I'll be putting on three, so we had to determine placement, width, and whether or not I have enough fabric. Normally a pattern will give you all that information. In this case, the pattern calls for two borders and a binding. I'd purchased the fabrics for the quilts a long time ago and now want to use the binding fabric as a third border. Changes dimensions slightly for the outer border and I can't remember how much fabric I bought for any of the three. The next time I post pictures, the quilt should have its borders. After that, it's a matter of putting the layers together. I'm almost there...

(By the way, that picture was from the camera on my phone. I'm pretty pleased with the quality...)

Life Lesson #187: I Am One of THOSE People

2011-03-17T22:46:00.073-08:00

It snowed again today. I know it's early yet, but I had my heart set on no more snow - move along now, let's just get right into the warming and the melting and soon the rebirth and the growing. But it snowed again today. The reality is that it'll probably snow at least once or twice more before it's safe to assume that Spring is underway.

Between now and then, we have to live with people as a whole who should be absolutely *fabulous* at driving on slick, wet, snowy, icy roads. But somehow, from one snowfall to the next, some of us seem to forget that our roads are slick and some places have deep ruts; that 4-wheel drive is great for helping you go, but not so great for helping you stop suddenly or avoid the car in front of you that's braking; that sometimes impatience can cost you more time and money than just accepting that you're going to be a late (for me, later than normal).

There were at least two cars in the ditch, and one banged up and rolled on its side as I was driving in to work today. By the time I was passing, the people were already gone - just the tow trucks and police rerouting traffic. And the paraphernalia of someone's life strewn along the ground where it had fallen out of the busted up window. I hope they were wearing seatbelts. I hope that any bodily harm was minimal.

Traffic was crawling by - as is usual at the scene of an accident. And I have to admit that I was fine with the slow speed. I'm almost ashamed to admit this, but I was glad of the slowness because it gave me a chance to examine the scene before driving by. This same scenario happened to me earlier this winter - stuck in slow-moving traffic for someone who was in some kind of hurry and wasn't driving for the road conditions - only it was on my way home and it was just before my highway exit. I decided, as I was creeping along with the rest of the folks stuck on the road, that if the accident was far enough down I was going to skip my exit and go to the next one. Just so I could drive by the wreck and see what happened. Extra time on the road, extra miles before I get home, just to see someone else's disaster.

Turns out, I am one of those people. A rubber-necker, a gawker, a curiosity freak. The term schadenfreude (thanks to the musical Avenue Q) comes to mind. It means satisfaction at the misfortune of others. Now, I wouldn't go so far as to say that I was happy that someone wrecked... but I was glad that it wasn't me - a little comforted that I'd dodged the bullet this time. Like it's some bizarre game of Russian roulette that everyone plays and I just know that my turn is coming, but - oh, sweet relief! - it's not today. Today the tragedy is for someone else, as I drive by and take in as many details as I can (while not rear-ending the car in front of me).

Anti-Aging Miracle

2011-03-16T23:10:00.001-08:00

It's almost like a miracle drug. If I could bottle and sell it, I bet I'd make a fortune! You too can look years younger in 15 minutes or less! How can we do that, you ask? The answer is to shave off your beard.

A couple nights ago, I came home from work and Greg was in the bathroom shaving. When he came out, his beard was gone. It's been *years* since I've seen him without some kind of facial hair: goatee, mustache, beard, chin-hair with no mustache (does that have a special goatee name?), and even a goatee with a stripe shaved out of the chin (that was for Halloween a while back). First thing I asked: Did you lose a bet? Didn't get any brownie points for that one, let me tell you... Turns out he just wanted to do something different for a while. And now I wish I had a beard to shave so I could look younger too.

Random Minutia

2011-03-13T22:18:00.043-08:00

I washed the car yesterday - not that it's easily discernible now. I wanted to get Sully clean while it was sunny and (relatively) warm out. Nights are still in the single digits, and I don't want to end up having the locks freeze. (Although it'd be significantly easier to climb in through the back of the Xterra than it was in the Geo Metro. Thank goodness I only had to do that once!) Anyhow. Because it's warm the snow and ice are melting - which is fantastic! - but that means that I didn't even make it home before Sully was covered in dirty road spray again. So he's less dirty now than he was before, but I suppose he won't be "clean" until the snow is gone, roads are dry, and the weather's nice. Maybe never.

With the last of the clean wiped off the car - at least the front windshield was still looking freshly washed - I picked up Greg and we headed out for lunch and what ended up to be some shopping (which I mention because it was for ME and I'll be posting a picture of my new toy later... *happy dance*) [That's an awfully long sentence, but it's full of happy thoughts - except the new dirt on the recently cleaned car.]

We had a tasty burger at Kriner's Diner - our fist time eating there. Plus we found out it's owned by a member of a family that owns a restaurant in Soldotna that Greg used to hang out at (and the food is very similar), so it brought back memories of days gone by for him. If you haven't been yet or you come up to visit, you should definitely give this place a shot! We both ordered the same burger (I asked for mine without barbecue sauce), and had part of a homemade cinnamon roll for dessert. I say part, because that sucker was HUGE! And tasty!! We had the rest of it for dessert tonight. And now I'm sitting here wishing that I had another one - or at least another part of one, since I think I'd make myself sick if I tried to eat a whole one all by myself. I think I might try it, though. On a weekend, when we go there for breakfast - so I can go home and be sick or sleep off the sugar crash, should the need arise. I'm going to order a cinnamon roll and some bacon. (What!?! I can't eat just sugar. It'd make me sick. And it's unhealthy. If I add bacon, I'm getting some protein to balance out the sugar-coma that I'll be putting my body through. I hope they cook bacon the way I like it. I guess there's only one way to find out - and the results of that test (should I survive) will be the subject of another post.)

In the process of eating lunch and conversing, my phone became the topic du jour. Mostly because I've had some [user] problems texting. Nothing that's terribly embarrassing. If I don't pay attention, Nita comes out bits and apparently we don't have any pistachio buts (well, we didn't but Greg picked some up at Costco last weekend). It's because the keys share letters, autocorrect cannot read minds, and I sometimes don't re-read what I've typed before I hit the send button. So not entirely my fault. Autocorrect should learn what I mean to be typing, as well as what options are available with that combination of letters. Anyhow. I've been wanting a different phone for a while now, just felt a little guilty getting a new one when my current one works just fine. Well, I bit the bullet and yesterday we retired my old phone.

I had specific features I was interested in, when I was scoping out my options. I want a touch screen, the screen size has to be bigger than my current phone (I almost *never* use the data package we're paying for now, because it's such a huge pain in the ass to navigate and see anything on such a small screen.), and I want a better keyboard. I was comparing the Blackberry Torch and the iPhone. Screen size is comparable (iPhone is slightly larger) and both are touch screen. The Blackberry has a physical keyboard or you can use the touch-screen. iPhone only has the touch-screen keypad, but it has cool apps like Angry Birds and that one that'll tell you the constellations when you point your phone at the night sky.

I *love* my new phone! (I picked the Blackberry Torch - in burnt orange, so we can tell it apart from Greg's work phone.) It'll take me a while to get used to some of the changes and figure out the nuances of my new toy, but I'm up for the challenge. I've already been surfing the internet on my phone. Unheard of before now. YAY! I was up until 3am this morning (well, 2am really but then the time change happened) installing software on my computer to manage my phone. I know. That sounds odd to me too. Why do I need to use my computer to manage my phone? Well, it's easier to get everything transferred from my old phone. And it's easier to surf the 'net for free ring tones (ALL the default ones on this phone suck!) and download them to the computer. Did I mention that the camera on my phone is pretty good? It has auto-focus and even built-in flash. I can play music or watch a movie... and I haven't even tried the video recorder on my... phone. Calendar, notepad, reminder, alarm, calculator, password keeper, email, rolodex, games, and internet. And that's not everything. Remember your first mobile phone? I wouldn't go back, but sometimes I feel a sense of nostalgia for the way things used to be... (mostly when I can't get the stupid extra features to work like I think they should.)

Because I was up so late playing with my new toy, this morning I got up at 11am (which was really 10am). I only like Daylight Savings Time in the Fall - when we I get an extra hour of sleep. I *hate* it in the Spring, when I lose an hour of anything - particularly sleep, but I could have had one more hour today to... play on the computer, update my phone, work on my blog post, do laundry, or any number of other things (which I might have done, probably wouldn't have done, but now it's gone and I don't even get the choice). I understand that now we'll have light longer in the evening, but I was enjoying the extra morning sunlight. I know I'll get adjusted in the next day or two, but until then I'm prone to be a bit grumpy. At least this is yet another indicator that winter is almost over...

Dual Derby Duel

2011-03-05T23:29:00.104-09:00

There were actually two bouts tonight for derby. In celebration of Fur Rondy, Rage City put on a mini bout using the B team girls: the Miners vs. the Trappers. It was loads of fun! We arrived a bit after 6:30pm or so, and were lucky to get seats on the first row of the bleachers. Which means most of the time we were craning to see over the people at the tables in front of us, but - on the other hand - we had good access to concessions, beverages, and restrooms... (I totally look like some kind of freaky goofball in the picture below. Maybe I can blame it on the excitement of the moment? Anyhow, all pictures are courtesy of Greg and his fancy-pants camera. I don't know why I even took mine with me, since I know it's not going to do me any good.)

Greg is One Tired Boy tonight. He's spent most of the past week in Seattle, running around like crazy. His dad had surgery on Friday, Greg got up early Saturday morning (like 3am) to be at the hospital for a while, then went to have breakfast, then off to the plane. (Shout out and many, many thanks to my sisters, who provided a place to stay, wheels, and company while he was there - I owe you Big Time!!) A little nap while flying, then he made it home in time to re-gather his gear and head out to roller derby to take awesome pictures. Now that's dedication!!

When we arrived the place was packed! It's good to see the sport filling up the new (larger) venue. Now if only they could teach the concessioneers to put a bit of salt on the popcorn... I mean, Come On! Really? Popcorn without a little salt is just bland. Besides, if people are eating salty foods, they're going to be buying beverages too, right? It's a win-win situation. Anyhow. That's beside the point. It was Packed! We were lucky to find some seats and get settled in before any of the magic started happening.

I think there are two more bouts this season, and I'm definitely looking forward to more fast-rolling, body-slamming action. As I learn more about rules and strategy, it becomes even more interesting to watch each bout. Here's to another fantastic evening spent at roller derby with friends!

Rondy Madness

2011-02-26T13:38:00.054-09:00

I think it's complete, utter madness to be up and about before 7am on a weekend - or any day that I don't have to go to work, for that matter. So today definitely counts as madness. But at least it's for a good reason, and there are a few perks: friends, bacon, coffee...

Stacy & James picked me up so we could go to breakfast before standing in the cold and wind to watch the Frostbite Footrace. This is an annual event - part of the Fur Rondy celebration - and the milestone of Greg's first race. This is the third year that he's participated, and three years ago it was the first race he'd ever run. Way to go, Greg! Those of us not racing went to Snow City Cafe for breakfast and some wake-me-up - or, as Stacy calls it, "the sweet ambrosia that is coffee" - YUM! (And I've never yet had poorly cooked bacon here - yay!!)

One of the things I like the best about this race is the creativity of the participants. I love seeing the costumes! There are definitely some serious runners - the first to finish completed the race while there were loads of people who hadn't yet finished the first circuit - but there are also lots of people out to have a good time (and the two are not necessarily mutually exclusive - altho none of the costume-wearers were early finishers).

While it wasn't as cold as last year, there was a breeze which took the temperature down a few notches. I'm so glad James brought hand-warmers! I'd thought of my fur head-wrap, long johns, gloves, warm socks and shoes, and a sweatshirt under my coat, but those hand-warmers really helped keep me toasty. I think I may need to invest in a better pair of long-johns though, since the heat of the laptop is causing a little sting as the cold leaves my legs. Didn't realize I was quite *that* cold until I've been home warming up for an hour or so...

Greg and Jeff finished their runs in about a half hour, and we were off to Second Breakfast - back to Snow City. I don't get downtown very often, and I think this restaurant is forever linked in my mind as the place to go before (and after, apparently) the Frostbite Footrace.

It's good that we had a chance to warm up. The ice in Jeff's hair thawed, Stacy's glasses cleared up, and James found he still has toes. And now I'm just about ready for an afternoon nap to make up for even thinking about being out of bed so terribly early on a weekend...

It's a Wonderful Weekend

2011-02-06T21:07:00.103-09:00

It's been a wonderful weekend! I feel rested and refreshed - as ready for the coming work-week as I'm ever ready for any work-week. I spent Friday night (Sewing Night) visiting with Anita. We didn't get much (okay, any) sewing done, but had a nice time visiting. Some crackers and cheese, a glass of wine, and some good conversation make for a relaxing, enjoyable evening. A wonderful way to let go of the stresses of work and get ready to enjoy the weekend.

Saturday was packed with activities. We met friends for breakfast at IHOP - it's always good to fuel the body before a long day. From there, I went to the gym to get in my final workout of the week. I'm training for a triathlon with M and Holly in October 2012 (I'll need that long to be in any kind of shape to actually finish the race). I was actually stoked at the end of my workout because I'd been able to go a little bit faster (and therefore a little bit farther) than on my previous workouts.

Dirty Polli's vs. DevilsClub

After the gym, I went grocery shopping, and while I was wandering the aisles I called M to chat. It was so lovely to shop with M - the only way it could've been better were if she were here in person (or I were there). Someday. Shopping done, now it's time for roller derby - yeah!! There's a new Anchorage team - the DevilsClub - and they're my new favorites. Mostly because Mrs. Furious is on the team, but also a little bit because their primary team color is green. My second favorite, by just a wee bit, is the Sockeye Sallies - because they have Lethal Lavender. Mrs. Furious is my favorite player because she's good, but also because I know her. Lethal Lavender is also very good and I like her skating, but there's no personal connection. And then there's the Dirty Polli's - lots of good players, which makes any bout between any of the three teams entertaining. It's even more fun when an Anchorage team is playing a team from another city - then there's absolutely no confusion as to who to root for! (All photos in this post are courtesy of Greg and his fancy-pants camera - if you're interested, there are *loads* more pictures here.)

Mrs. Furious jams for the DevilsClub

Lethal Lavendar (in the purple helmet)

demonstrates her moves during half-time entertainment

I took Amy with us to the derby bout, and later Greg picked her up and took her on his photo shoot. If she were a real person, it would've been as if she had a backstage pass. She even got her picture taken with both the teams... Way to go, Amy-Doll!! (She's in the front - the gal with the orange tights is holding her.)

Derby was a blast - as usual! My team didn't win this time, but it was close (seems to have been the theme for my sports teams this weekend). There was plenty of action and I thoroughly enjoyed myself. On Sunday, I got up (earlier than usual) to start making cookies. Bacon chocolate chip, of course! By the time our guests started arriving, I was mostly done with the baking - whew! I was rooting for the black team (Steelers), but should have known to go for the green when my team showed up in yellow instead of black. But since most of the house was for Green Bay, I stuck with my choice so we had a little friendly rivalry. Great company, good food, fun commercials, and a little bit of competition made for a fabulous afternoon!

As always, all good things must come to an end. My fun-tastic weekend is drawing to a close and it's time to start thinking of the coming work-week. The feel-good vibes I accumulated over the weekend should make Monday (at least) go a little smoother...

Jack Frost

2011-01-16T21:35:00.000-09:00

This past week has seen several days with the highs in the single digits (and Anchorage has been warmer than lots of other places in the state). I recently noticed that we're growing ice crystals (hoar frost) on the railing of the deck. They're pretty impressive - in size, and also that it's been that cold for that long so that these have formed. I took the pictures below using the macro function on my little point-and-shoot camera.

The forecast for the next few days is more of the same. If I can just suck it up, this will pass. Soon we'll be to February, where the growing daylight is much more noticeable, and temperatures start easing up the scale...

Prom

2011-01-09T21:10:00.002-09:00

Rather than a Christmas party, each year my work hosts the Dinner Dance. It's a gala affair to present the company's profit sharing donation and recognize all the "milestone" anniversaries (5, 10, 15, 20, 25 years, etc. - we've even had a few (very few) 40 year anniversaries). Todd was being recognized for his 10 year anniversary, so there's no way we were missing this shindig! It's a free dinner followed by a band for dancing, and a chance to socialize with coworkers that you may not see very often. In my circle, we call it Prom - everyone puts on fancy duds, you get pictures taken, dinner and dancing... you get the drift.

My favorite parts of Prom are people-watching and visiting after the presentations. I enjoy watching the couples dancing - some because they're rather goofy (I envy their abandon and lack of self-consciousness), some because they're interesting (one year we had a impromptu hip-hop competition), and some because they really know how to waltz/two-step, etc. (that's one of the things on my Bucket List). I was excited that the band this year had a horn section but the music they played did not get people up and dancing, which was a little disappointing (for the people that wanted to dance also, I'm sure). Greg and I usually try to get in a slow dance, but they only played two - and the tempo they used on those wasn't really that slow. Oh well. There's always next year.

I'm bummed that I didn't get a picture of Stacy in her cute black dress, but I did feel her leg... (she had on lovely stockings with a cool pattern). So after an enjoyable evening visiting, we moved our small party to another venue to continue the fun. On the way out, we noticed that the weather had cooled off significantly. Not really a big surprise, since it's January in Alaska. The biggest distress was to my freshly-shaved legs. Apparently, when you only shave once every few months (in the winter), that extra hair acts like insulation (or fur?) to retain body heat. My poor legs were shocked at the change, and my pants just didn't seem to retain heat like they've done before. Almost makes me want to invest in one of those insulated over-skirts (like the one here).

It's been a long time since we've been out until after 3am. I can tell I'm getting older, since it took a while for me to recuperate on Sunday. Thanks Anita, Tasha, Amanda, Stacy, Greg, James, and Todd!! If we don't do it sooner, let's plan another get-together like this for next year... =)

Life Lesson #514: Silk Sheets Aren't All That

2011-01-05T21:47:00.133-09:00

When Greg brought home our first set of silk sheets, I was enamored. But somehow, my reality doesn't come close to matching the perception of what I think silk sheets should be. When I contemplate silk sheets, I immediately envision a scene from the movie The Holiday (a cute, if unrealistic, romantic comedy with Cameron Diaz, Kate Winslet, Jude Law, and Jack Black). The image I see is where Kate Winslet's character has come from London to a mansion in LA and she's enjoying sleeping in an oversize bed with puffy blankets, loads and loads of pillows, and silk sheets. It's the ultimate in decadence and pampering, the epitome of a life of leisure. Who wouldn't want something like that? I want something like that.

My reality is that I'm probably too plebian for silk sheets. They seem a lot like pedicures to me. On the surface, pedis are a relaxing treat to pamper myself. The more significant reason for such a treat is that I have calloused feet. I do not have smooth, silky, soft, pampered feet. For a couple hours every 5-6 weeks, I get a soak and scrub finished with a pretty polish. The intervening 35 to 42 days my feet are working-class marvels (that are entirely under appreciated). And how does this apply to silk sheets, you might ask? In more ways than one.

With silk sheets, it doesn't matter that I'm fresh from a pedicure. My scaly, tough soles catch the fabric. My feet will apparently never be soft enough or callous-free enough to avoid snagging the sheets. So instead of sliding smoothly between them, I stutter and have to free my animal-hide soles from the clingy sheets. I can tell you from experience that after a while, silk sheets tend to ball up where they've been snagging on tough soles. And the balled-up portion detracts from my perception of how things should be (and it's less comfortable, to boot).

In addition, I'm not one to make the bed every day. If you're lucky, I pull the blankets up to the pillows so everything's kinda straight. Knowing that, it shouldn't bother me that the blankets slide off the bed at random times. Sometimes it's the middle of the night and I wake up freezing, and sometimes we get home and they've gone from on the bed to somewhere beside it. (I blame the cats and their monkey-business for that. If they wouldn't horse around so much, they wouldn't've created the blanket avalanche caused by the unstableness of slickery sheets.)

So now I've got silk sheets that are pill-y, I wake up cold in the middle of the night because my blankets are off the end of the bed, and I have the distasteful realization that I'm not a pampered princess (nor will I likely *ever* have the leisurely lifestyle that includes afternoon tennis - I don't even play tennis - country clubs, and martinis at 3 o'clock - if it's an appletini, otherwise I'd better stick to fruity beer). Not really the happily-ever-after that I've worked silk sheets up to be.

I much prefer sateen. Smooth and rich, 800 thread count, sleek and lustrous. My blue-collar feet haven't snagged on them yet, and it's so... luxurious... especially with freshly shaved and lotioned legs... Good thing my real sheets are just about done in the laundry!

Bringing in the New Year

2011-01-01T23:03:00.065-09:00

It's hard to believe that we've just begun a new year. And yet, this past year has been long, sometimes hard, enjoyable, rainy, cold & dark, peppered with friends and family, interspersed with sun here and there, and extremely full. We've had accomplishments and setbacks, triumphs and pitfalls. In short, it's exactly the same as every other year - only different. =)

To usher in the New Year, we went downtown with friends to the Anchorage Fire and Ice event. It reminded me (on a very small scale) of New Year's Eve a couple years ago in Salt Lake City (my post is here). Weather-wise, we were very fortunate. It has warmed up over the past couple days to actually getting highs in the 20s. The forecast for Friday was rain, but by evening it had cleared up and was a downright balmy evening (for December in Alaska).

We wandered around Town Square, taking in the ice skating and dancing, as well as the ice sculptures and fire dancers. (Most of the pictures on this post were taken by Greg and his fancy-pants camera. My poor little beast has such a long delay, especially when it's dark, that it was practically useless. One of these days, it'll be time for a new one...) It was an enjoyable, fun evening. Everything had such a festive air, it's been a long time since I've been to an event with that kind of enthusiasm. The kind that turns pressing, pushy crowds into comrades who are just as exhilarated as I am to see the sights and hear the sounds of gaiety produced by such an event.

For some reason that eludes me, the fireworks were scheduled for 8pm instead of midnight. Maybe so that the kiddies could enjoy it and still be home and tucked in bed before they turn into pumpkins? Regardless of the reason, we were able to spend a few hours enjoying the sights, watch the fireworks, get dinner at a sit-down restaurant, and be home before midnight. We were tempted to go to bed before midnight too, but instead spent some time watching out the kitchen window for the fireworks going off in our neighborhood. (This is the first year in a very long time that Anchorage allowed personal fireworks within the city limits - there were LOTS of people taking advantage of the change...)

The new year (any new year, THIS new year) brings with it a fresh start and open possibilities. May this be a year of productivity and enjoyment, full of laughter and love, for all of us.

Christmas

2010-12-26T23:07:00.056-09:00

It's here already! It's hard to believe that I've run out of time again. Last minute wrapping finally done Christmas Eve. At least I wasn't doing last minute shopping then too. We got most of our packages out in time to arrive... close to Christmas... I still have one package to ship and the Christmas letters to mail. (I'm sorry this is late, Grandma and Dad, but I wanted to include the most recent postings from my blog for you to enjoy.)

After a rough day at work (a half day, and Christmas Eve! - you'd think it would've been one of the easiest days of the year, but no...), I made it home to relaxing Christmas music, the lighted tree, some eggnog, and the Wrapping Center. For those folks that get their presents wrapped last, I have to apologize. I always get a little more sloppy with the bows and ribbons. Some may only get bows, and where I can, I double up the presents and use one ribbon on two gifts (books work well for this). In the beginning, it's always fun. Towards the end, it's a race against the looming deadline (and my aching back).

Presents wrapped and under the tree, pickle ornaments hidden, now it's time to play games and really relax. Greg's mom spent Christmas Eve with us, chatting, eating, and playing cards. I over-indulged in the Macadamia Nut Brittle my friend Stacy made just for me. Oh, sweet goodness!! (And don't forget the sugar high...)

Christmas Day was one of the most relaxing I can remember. It was a lazy morning, and part-way through unwrapping presents, Greg and I took a break to cook some breakfast (brunch, by that time). More unwrapping, plenty of chatting, and then it's time to get together for dinner and games with friends who are family.

I keep hearing people say that Christmas is really just for the kids anyway... but I don't think I entirely agree. Sure, kids bring an element of wonder to the whole event (and later greediness and stress - it's just their nature - then eventually the realization that it's about the giving not the receiving, and by then they're well on their way to adulthood). But even without kids of my own, this whole Christmas season has been overfull of things that make me happy. Spending time with friends; listening to our Christmas music; enjoying the lights and decorations; even the shopping and wrapping.

A truly splendid month-long celebration of gift-giving and joy. Did I get everything I wanted for Christmas? Yes. A reminder of love and support from my husband and friends; an acknowledgment of the gifts and truths given by Christ; laughter and fresh-baked goodies (as a receiver instead of a giver this year - next year I'll get back to some baking); pleasure in the happiness of those around me. I hope your Christmas was as lovely as mine.

Solstice Eclipse

2010-12-20T23:49:00.002-09:00

As with every year, the official start of winter is the harbinger of light and warmth for me. On the very day that Winter is proclaimed, the tides of darkness begin to turn. Sure, it's not noticeable for a month or so. But deep in the marrow of my bones I know I've made it to a milestone; that the Cold Death is beginning to lose its power. It gives me strength to last through more bitter dark and cold, knowing that the light is slowly growing and with it will come more heat (eventually).

This year's winter solstice is also historical. It's the first time in hundreds of years that solstice included an eclipse of the full moon. I think the next time they say this will happen is 2094 - more than 80 years from now, and I doubt I'll be around to see that one. (Actually, I kept my limbs inside nice and cozy, and just looked at the pictures Greg took from our deck with his fancy-pants camera.)

Look What Happens...

2010-12-11T22:59:00.048-09:00

...when you've got a project with a deadline...

Nita ended up with a tight timeline to finish TWO quilts. Need to have them both done before the 16th, since she's giving them away for Christmas and that's the date of the get-together. While there's lots of work to do, we're fairly confident that we can get the work done in time...

Nita did lots of sewing on her own, and the times I was there I helped out by ironing to speed things along. Sew the squares into strips, then sew the strips together; add a border or two and voila! You've got a finished quilt top.

Do that twice over and we're ready to put the layers together. Pin the quilt top to the batting, then trim. Lay the quilt face/batting layer on the right side of the backing fabric, pin, then trim.

Sew together (it's inside out right now), leaving a large-ish gap in one side. Pull the fronts of the quilt (currently inside) out of the hole, then hand stitch the hole closed. A little top stitching to hold the layers together, and you've got yourself two Christmas presents done before gift-giving. Way to go, Nita!

After the holidays we'll pick up again with the other quilts. Payton's deadline is sometime in April, and I've still got several kits to finish up (at least one of which is the pattern that Anita just finished here)...

It's About Time

2010-12-03T23:27:00.002-09:00

A long, long time ago (say, two years and longer ago), I took several Mystery Quilt classes. This is where you sign up for a class at the local quilting fabric shop. You get a packet of fabrics and the first step of making the quilt. You have absolutely no idea what the pattern is going to be in the beginning. When you attend class, you get more and more of the instructions, and by the end you know the pattern and there's usually a finished product available to view. The classes that I went to are generally a half day - definitely not long enough for me to put it all together. But you get copies of the instructions to take home and you can finish the quilt at your leisure. Thank goodness, since apparently my leisure is... *ages*... and my memory is not so hot after such a long break.

Well, I think I took at least four (maybe five) of the classes, and have only ever finished ONE of the quilts. Time to get my ducks in a row and get some of these things done!

Went to Nita's to work some on my quilt. While I was doing that, she was working on one of hers; and Payton started working on his (he'll be doing two, but they're the same pattern so he can work on them together). It's... what... three weeks 'til Christmas? Lots of work to do, but I think we can get it done.

The biggest problem I'll have with mine is figuring out what we did for the borders. The instructions list two borders, but I have three border fabrics. Fortunately for me, Sara was in this class with me (and she finished her quilt ages ago), so she can take pictures and measure the widths on her quilt. Then I'll adjust for raw fabric and figure out what I need to do. But that's a different day.

Today was ironing. Lots and lots of ironing. Three irons going for four different quilts. It'll be a quilt making factory for a while, but it's always so nice to see the progress and feel that sense of accomplishment.

Christmas Is Getting Closer

2010-11-28T22:35:00.000-09:00

I wasn't sure we were going to decorate for Christmas this year, but Greg surprised me by bringing up the decorations on Thanksgiving. We waited to put them up until today, since part of our tradition is to put in Christmas music and have some eggnog while we're putting up the tree. I've been thoroughly enjoying the music and am *so* happy to have my decorations up. I'm excited for our "Twelve Movies of Christmas" - that starts on the 12th, so we watch the last one on Christmas Eve. It's a new tradition and we're still working out the finer points, but I'm excited nonetheless.

We have some of my all-time-favorite CDs in rotation right now: Trans-Siberian Orchestra - Christmas Eve and Other Stories; Jimmy Buffet - Christmas Island; Garth Brooks - Beyond the Season; Big Bad Voodoo Daddy - Everything You Want for Christmas; Chris Isaak - Christmas; and a new album: The Brian Setzer Orchestra - Christmas Comes Alive. There's nothing like some good tunes to get me in the Christmas spirit! If you care to contribute (the few out there reading this), I'd be interested to know what some of your favorite Christmas artists/albums are.

Now to sit back, enjoy the lights, listen to some good music, and enjoy the eggnog. Oh! And try to keep the cats out of the tree (always a losing proposition, but we've got to try)...

I'm Thankful

2010-11-25T23:19:00.075-09:00

Thanksgiving was a low-key, laid back affair for us this year. Greg cooked breakfast while we watched the Macy's parade; talked to family; read the paper. For dinner, we picked up a pre-done chicken breast stuffed with ham, bacon, and cheese (mmmmmmm, bacon!). Cooked that up and had green beans and salad - tasty and no mess. And after dinner we shoveled more than a foot of wet, heavy snow that had accumulated throughout the day, then went to visit friends for a bit.

Greg even pulled out the Christmas decorations - but I refused to put them up today (except for the door wreath), since I don't want to mix holidays. I wasn't sure we were going to decorate this year, since the entryway to the storage was blocked and it's so much work to get everything done, only to take it all down again in a few weeks. But I find that now I'm excited to have the Christmas music playing and get our house decked out for Christmas. (We'll be breaking out the eggnog Sunday for the tree decorating party!!) It will definitely be worth the effort!

In the spirit of Thanksgiving, I am posting five things that I am thankful for:

1. My job. This last year has been particularly tough and busy, but I made it through with a little help from my friends and family. I am glad to have a job that has good benefits and is relatively stable (if I can get past the office politics and keep sane).

2. My family. We recently took a trip Outside to see family. It was extremely rewarding and rejuvenating for me. I love my family, and these new memories we made are like a warming fire - a homing beacon, if you will - that will help get me through the dark, cold days.

3. My husband (although he counts in the family section too, he deserves special mention). Greg is full of enthusiasm for everything. And when I need something special, he figures out how to give it to me. He worked hard to help remodel my mom's house, and spent his vacation traveling with me to various locations to see my family and friends. He's supportive of any endeavor I choose to pursue.

4. My friends. I consider my close friends as family, since I'm so far from my own. They offer love and support, interspersed with fun and laughter.

5. My freedom. There are those that have paid dearly for the freedoms that I enjoy today. I appreciate my ability to speak freely and have the means to protect myself, should the need arise. And I'm grateful for those that have given so much so that I can enjoy these benefits.

May your holidays be filled with laughter and peace, and may you be held tight in the arms of those you love.

Life Lesson #247: It's All About Perspective

2010-11-21T23:15:00.078-09:00

Is the glass half empty, or half full? This is a question often asked to denote perspective. If you answer half empty, the indication is negative - no cloud has a silver lining, doom and gloom are impending (if they haven't already arrived). If your glass is half full, you apparently live in a bed of roses, wear rose colored glasses, find the silver lining in every cloud, and skip to work with a song on your lips.

If we apply this theory to food-related items, there are several foods that are on the fence. My personal outlook determines whether or not I deem these foods healthy. For example: Cheese. Full of fat, but has protein and calcium. And it tastes good. Ice cream. Full of fat and sugar, but also has calcium. Chocolate. An under-appreciated vegetable (the bean family) that provides many feel-good benefits when ingested. (I just took a break from writing this blog entry to enjoy a lovely, fudgy, chocolate chip infused brownie. Ahhh, sweet nectar!) And Bacon. A good source of protein and energy, but oft lamented for it's high fat content. But bacon is good with everything. Crumble bacon in a salad; bacon and eggs; bacon and broccoli: BLT sammiches; the list goes on and on.

A while ago, I started thinking about adding bacon to my cookies. An irregular combination to be sure, but it has potential. The salty-sweet combination has always been a favorite of mine (chocolate covered pretzels come to mind) and bacon tastes good with everything. It can't be too terrible, and might be fairly tasty.

A potluck at work cinched the deal. What better arena to debut the new flavor? I made three other flavors, just in case the bacon cookies didn't turn out, or there were people that aren't as fond of bacon as I am. (Like dragons and unicorns, these people are mythical, but I also wanted options for the timid souls who wouldn't have courage enough to step out of the norm.)

These cookies are almost a health food. Vegetables (the cocoa bean) with feel-good properties, TWO protein sources (eggs and bacon), dairy (butter has calcium, right?), and grain (what little nutrients there are from the unbleached flour). How can I go wrong with a combination like that? Of course, I made Greg try them first (since I'm one of those timid souls that often lacks courage) - and since he didn't die and even came back for more, I gave in and had one. It's my new favorite cookie flavor - I suppose in part because of the odd looks that I get when people ask what flavor they are, but also because they are tasty!! I made my second batch of them this weekend for a friend's birthday party. I believe the term is unqualified success. Or something along those lines.

I choose to see my bacon glass half full of the yummy goodness that embodies bacon. And I'll have a cookie to go with that!

Another Vending Machine

2010-11-21T14:57:00.001-09:00

Found this one in the mall. Will wonders never cease?

I'm So Glad...

2010-11-14T23:44:00.085-09:00

...that there are people in the world who can do things that I can't. I'd never make it as a construction worker - not enough patience and I don't "see" how it can be before there's anything but paper and pencil or raw materials; nor would I be a good salesman (of any kind) - I don't have the ability to walk up to people and find out what they need, then tailor something (a product offering or change their needs) to fit the bill; I especially would not succeed as an author - not enough patience to put my stories onto paper (and they only really sound good in my mind anyway).

But I am grateful that there are people in the world who are suited to do the things I am not. I am glad that I have a well-built house to live in, and that my husband comes up with ideas for remodeling and does most of the work to make it happen. It makes our house look nice and feel comfortable. I appreciate a really good salesman (or woman) - the kind that's not pushy, but can help me better define what I'm looking for and then helps me get just that at the best value. The kind of salesman that makes me feel like they're really interested in my concerns, and not just making a sale. And I always enjoy curling up to read a book. It's my escape from the grind and a way to recharge and be ready to tackle more real life.

I that vein, I present the medical field in general and my sister, the doctor, in particular. No way in heaven would I be fit or able to be a nurse or doctor. M has been a nurse and is now a doctor. She has compassion combined with great integrity, and something else that's just part of who she is, and this combination creates something magical that I will most assuredly never attain. But I'm glad it's there; I'm awestruck that there are people who can do what doctors and nurses do - and actually thrive in that environment; and I'm hopeful that should I ever be in need, I will find someone like that to help me.

An excerpt from a recent obituary (italics and bold are my own addition): The family wished to express their gratitude to Dr. Tso, Dr. Breeden, and all the caring SJRMC 4th floor doctors and nursing staff for their kindness and care. A special thank you to Dr. Amy Plagge for allowing our loved one to pass with grace, respect and dignity.

I know this post is not about me or happenings around me. I just wanted to share. I'm proud for M. I'm proud of M. And she would never post anything about this, but I'm glad she shared it with me. She's a damn fine doctor. I'm glad that there are people like her in the world, and I'm especially glad that M is part of my world.

Home Again...

2010-11-02T23:43:00.005-08:00

Been home less than a day...

Vacation - Wrap Up

2010-11-01T22:45:00.038-08:00

We're home again. To my dismay. It's *cold* here. And when it's sunny, it's even colder! I find that I liked having warm weather in October. And I definitely liked our road trip. But the best part (I mean The.Best.Part.) of the trip was being able to spend time with so many friends and family. It's going to be a tough adjustment for me to get used to being so far away and disconnected again.

We were able to stop at mom's house before heading to the airport. Nice to see her and Dave one more time and as a side benefit, we got to see the finished remodel project. Carpet's in and furniture is starting to re-populate the rooms. I really, really like the end results. The colors are beautiful, and it looks so comfortable. I really hope mom and Dave enjoy the fruits of our family labor. It was well worth it!

And now we've come to the end of another vacation. It's lovely to sleep in my own bed. But I already miss the nice weather and being around my family. Maybe someday...

Vacation - There to There

2010-10-31T22:40:00.098-08:00

We departed Longmont later than we anticipated. It's so hard to leave when you're having a good time. It seems I'm running into this dilemma for every segment of our trip. Anyhow. We said our goodbyes and headed West. Vacation's almost over, and now it's time to start making our way back home. Jay told us about a couple sights to check out on our journey. If you ever get the chance, you should definitely stop in at Red Rocks. It's a natural amphitheater, and I've heard the acoustics are phenomenal. Maybe someday I'll be lucky enough to attend a concert there. Empty, it's absolutely amazing. I can only imagine what it'd be like to listen to Blues Traveler, Norah Jones, John Mayer, or even the Colorado Symphony Orchestra.

By the time we left there, the sun was getting low. No big deal, except we wanted to make it through the pass while there was still daylight. Not going to happen - but we were lucky in that we didn't encounter any snow at Vail and just had to drive through some rain. The goal for tonight was Grand Junction. We're stopping (a layover, really - since we have to hit the road tomorrow) to see some friends: Autum and Jason.

We visited for the evening, and went to breakfast the next morning - where we learned about Colorado National Monument. The name is deceiving, since "monument" implies a singular building, pillar, or statue. Instead, it's a national park full of spectacular vistas. (Note: I just looked up the definition of "monument". The first application is what I described above. Definition #2 - any building, megalith, etc., surviving from a past age, and regarded as of historical or archaeological importance - definitely fits the bill...)

We were only going to stop at key places, but it turns out we stopped at almost every pullout. (Of course, almost all of these pictures are courtesy of Greg and his fancy-pants camera.) The trip through the park was especially enjoyable because Autum, Jason and company decided to accompany the tourists. In case you wondered, Juniper berries can get caught in a person's hair...

And yet again, we're leaving later than intended. Special thanks to Autum and Jason for opening their home to us, tour guiding and general hospitality that made us feel like family.

Vacation - Cousin Krystal in Colorado

2010-10-30T22:42:00.216-08:00

I haven't seen my cousin Krystal for *ages* - at least not to really spend time with, since we've been to family gatherings together over the years. When Greg & I were planning this vacation, I decided that I really wanted to see her. Since Colorado isn't that far from New Mexico, it worked into our trip nicely. If you ask almost anyone what they like about Krystal, they'll always come back with something about her smile, or her laugh, or her positive outlook on life. I love ALL those things about her. And I just love being with her. Somehow, it feels like I'm more complete, more at peace, more... me (in all ways that are good) when we're together. I don't know that it makes any sense, but that's how I feel.

We arrived in Longmont late Wednesday night, so spent the night at some seedy motel. That wasn't the intention (the seedy part), we just wanted a bed to sleep in since we'd be in late. Not much rest happening when Greg's checking the covers for bed bugs and under the bed for bodies. I don't think it was quite that bad - definitely outdated fixtures and decor, a cinderblock mattress, paper-thin walls and questionable clientele, but clean overall and a place to rest after driving all day. For some reason, we were up and ready to go early. Before we were even checked out, I got a message from Krystal: Are you up yet? Breakfast's ready, come hungry! YAY!

(For the remainder of our stay, Jay kindly opened his home to us so we didn't have to endure more of the seedy motel scene. Thanks again, Jay!!!) We had breakfast together, then sent Greg on his way. He was heading south again to visit Garden of the Gods, while I spent the day with Krystal and her family. Turns out, there's yet another place we need to go back and visit. While I wouldn't trade my visiting for anything, I would like to see the Garden in person. Greg's pictures are beautiful, and I can only imagine it would be more spectacular in person. Side note: I really like the geography and climate of the southwest. I could totally live here!

Krystal and I spent the day just catching up on the intervening years and running errands. Nothing overly exciting, but deeply satisfying. Friday, being Greg's birthday, had to be special! We started the day by attending the honor roll award ceremony for Topher - way to go!! - then headed to Boulder for some shopping. Did I mention that this area is bee-yoooh-teeee-fulll? The weather was gorgeously sunny and warm; it couldn't've been a better day! We had the best breakfast burrito EVER at Illegal Pete's, then spent some time in the cool (as in nifty or neat-o) stores shopping. I think this is the first actual souvenir shopping we've done on this vacation - and it was very fruitful!

From there, we stopped in for lunch at brewery #5: Mountain Sun Brewery. Got some free fries (a house mistake that we benefited from), and Greg had the sampler. I must say, they make some mighty tasty beer in Colorado!

By then, Jay was done working for a bit, so we headed back to the house to collect him and continue our tour of breweries. Brewery #6: Lefthand Brewery. Greg and I were both interested in this stop - me, because my work briefly investigated using a product offered by Lefthand SAN, who supposedly got their name because they had lots of business meetings at the brewery. Another sampler for Greg and I had the Haystack Wheat, which I really like! It's got hints of banana, clove, and nutmeg - my favorite so far! - although I also tried the Milk Stout. For a dark beer, it wasn't half bad...

By the time we were done at Lefthand, school was out so we headed back to pick up Topher. For some reason, Greg decided that he wanted to run home. Now, it's only about three miles back to Jay's house, so one would think this endeavor would go smoothly. We passed Greg on the way home and pulled over to offer a ride - instead Topher hopped out to run with him. We got home, and then we waited... and waited... and waited some more. Just as I was considering what I should do if they didn't get home soon, the boys came bounding in the door... in need of medical supplies for Greg.

According to Topher: It was *obvious* to anyone you shouldn't run through those leaves! So now we know that piles of leaves in Colorado can be lethal. We also know that Greg should not imbibe and then try ANY type of running. Backwards (last year at our Halloween party) or forwards, it seems that this is not a good idea. And he ruined his good pair of jeans. Oh well. Some lessons are learned the hard way. =)

To finish the day, we picked up Dal from his field trip and the whole clan headed to brewery #7: Oskar Blues in Lyons, CO for dinner and dessert. In addition to their own beer, they had some items that Greg just couldn't pass up. Hot sauce. One of them is made with ghost chilies, which is one of the hottest peppers in the world. Apparently to work with the stuff you have to wear protective clothing and a face mask, otherwise you could do serious bodily injury. Who would eat something like that?!? Oh, right. Greg. Now we own a bottle of TenFidy Imperial Stout Beer Infused Ghost Chile Hot Sauce. You can bet that's ALL for Greg. Not gonna even touch that bottle once it's opened...

And then it's suddenly Saturday, and we have to hit the road soon so we can make it back to Utah to catch our flight. For lunch, we stopped at one more brewery (#8): the Pumphouse. I actually ate here with Krystal and Jay on Thursday night, but Greg was still sightseeing in Colorado Springs, so he missed out. A sampler for Greg (I'm driving) and because of another fortuitous house mistake, he gets two for the price of one. Yay! It was here I found my all-time favorite beer of the trip. I don't remember the name - it's a seasonal one - but it was infused with chai flavors. OhMyGoodnessYummy!!!! (We did clarify with Krystal and Jay that we're not normally lushes or sots. We just don't have these types of opportunities - or beers - back home, so we have to take advantage when we can...)

Once again, time to say our goodbyes. This was such a lovely visit!! I'm so glad we were able to spend time with Krystal, to get to know Topher and Dal again, and to meet and spend time with Jay. (Jay won second place in the chili contest on Saturday evening - way to go, Jay!!) They're wonderful, wonderful people.

Vacation - Here to There

2010-10-28T23:04:00.050-08:00

After visiting with M for a bit on Wednesday morning, we hit the road headed north. Our end destination was Longmont (where my cousin Krystal lives), but there were plenty of things to stop and see along the way. We stopped at Pagosa Springs to get an earth cache (yes, we did some geocaching on this trip too...) and stretch our legs. That's a cool little town, and someplace we're both interested in going back to visit!

From there, we stopped at the Continental Divide to get a picture. I think this is the third time during this trip that we've crossed the Divide. Of course, the other two times were in New Mexico, and there wasn't quite this much snow. Apparently we'd been gaining quite a bit of elevation in our drive...

We also wanted to stop at Royal Gorge. According to the literature, it sounded almost like an amusement park or some form of Pleasure Island (the one in Pinnochio, not Fantasy Island) - including a tram, bungee jumping, and other food and entertainments. Unfortunately for us, we were too late to enter the park, in part because we went to the wrong entrance first (the south side is closed this time of year). But Greg was able to get pictures of the bridge from just outside, and he got some nice scenery shots from our jaunt to the south side.

And then it was decision time. Greg really wanted to see Garden of the Gods, which is on the way, but it's dusk now so there'll be nothing to see until daylight. Do we continue on, so I can see Krystal? Or do we stop and see some magnificent scenery? We opted to do both, in a way. Travel on to Longmont, that night and I'll visit with Krystal the following day while Greg retraces part of our route to visit the park. A win-win for everyone!

We stopped in Colorado Springs to get dinner. As luck would have it, there was a brewery - so we stopped at brewery #4: Brewer's Republic. Not sure if this one really counts since they don't brew their own beer, but they do get the beer from a local brewer. I had a mighty tasty lemon-grass brew (and am a bit disappointed that I didn't get to try the curry beer they had a while ago) and the pizza was very tasty! Interestingly enough, we met some people who currently live in Colorado Springs but are from Alaska and are getting ready to move back. Shout out to Erin and Klark - look us up when you get to town and we'll go do something fun... =)

Vacation - Farmington, Part II

2010-10-27T22:25:00.166-08:00

We spent Tuesday doing more sightseeing, while M was at work. There are several sites for ruins that are really close to Farmington. We started in Aztec Ruins National Monument, looking at the 800+ year old structures created by the ancient Puebloans. It's fascinating to see the workmanship and know that the people creating these structures did everything by hand. No power tools there - no nail guns, cordless drills, table saws (a lot of what we just used to complete the work on my mom's house). In some cases they had to go miles and miles from home for the supplies necessary (wood, stone, etc.) to build the 500-room, multi-level compound. And then there's the speculation on who was occupying it for various time periods. It was particularly interesting to see the change in masonry styles (obvious - when pointed out - even to an untrained observer like me), indicating occupation by different peoples.

We actually went to two different ruin sites on Tuesday: the ruins in Aztec and the Salmon Ruins in Bloomfield. They both have similar histories, but one (Salmon Ruins) was discovered by the original homesteader, who provided protection for the ruins. This site is smaller (the compound is approximately 150 rooms, multi-level), but has a Great Kiva (purportedly a social gathering area for the people in residence) similar to the one at Aztec. A BIG difference is that the Great Kiva at Aztec was reconstructed in the early 1900s, so we have a visual idea of what they might have been like.

It's intriguing to try to imagine how things were for the people back then. The rooms are small; there are no hallways connecting anything. In order to get from one place to the next, you'd have to walk through the living or working space of anyone in between. My bedroom is bigger than most of those rooms. In fact, the space my bedroom has could probably be split to make two of those rooms (with lower ceilings and small doors at both ends). These people were short and small, and didn't seem to have much need of privacy. More communal: less worry about mine and yours (did they not have to worry about stealing?); more interdependent as a community, but still independent as a people (as evidenced by apparent trade routes and such).

There are still plenty of sites left for us to explore. The next time we go, we'll have to make sure to visit Chaco Canyon - the ruins there are even more elaborate, and indications are that some of the people that inhabited the Aztec and Salmon ruins were related to the Chacoan people. Anyhow. Enough of the ancient culture and ruins stuff - mesmerizing in person, but hard to keep interesting when you're writing about it.

Back in Farmington, we were killing time while waiting for M to finish at work when we came across the store front pictured above. I just had to get a picture (thanks to Greg - in fact a lot of the pictures I've been using are thanks to Greg and his fancy-pants camera). As we were wandering Main Street, window shopping and taking in the sights, it was interesting to see how many stores were actually closed. Seems like the downturn in the economy may have hit Farmington pretty hard. Hope things get better there.

Once M was done at work, instead of doing any hikes, we opted to get dinner and then spend the evening at home prepping for travel. M and I made some of the yummiest caramel corn I've had in ages (discounting the fact that I haven't had caramel corn for ages...), and she burned some music CDs for us to listen to (we didn't bring any suitable music, and I intended to get an audio book but never did). I wake up some mornings with the songs from our road trip running through my head - thanks, M! =)

And then it's Wednesday - time to head north to Colorado. We stopped by the hospital to visit with M one more time before heading out. The facilities are beautiful. I love the architecture of the building, the water features incorporated inside, and the calming, serene garden-scape alcove. I'm glad M has such lovely surroundings. I hope it brings her peace and contentment while she's there.

More endings and beginnings. I'm sad to leave my sister, but I temper that sadness with the idea that there's still plenty of things we didn't do or see, so we'll be back. And so we head north on the next leg of our adventure.

Vacation - Farmington, Part I

2010-10-26T21:56:00.001-08:00

We arrived in Farmington on Sunday evening, just in time to get dinner at Olive Garden (thanks, Sheri!!). As usual, it was delicious! I hear that someday we're actually going to have one here in Anchorage, but I'm not holding my breath. For years now, each new construction site is first rumored to be an Olive Garden. Instead it becomes Arby's or TGIF (and I really hoped the IHOP by our house was going to be an OG, but that was just wishful thinking (not even rumors)). Not that I'm complaining, just feeling a little let down. So now we have a new shopping center on the other side of town, and supposedly one of the buildings is going to house an Olive Garden. *fingers crossed!*

But I digress. M still had to work (bummer!!), so on Monday, Greg and I headed out to the Bisti (pronounced Bis-tie or Bis-tea, but I call it Beastie) Wilderness (aka Bisti Badlands). The area is about 30 miles south of Farmington. Since M couldn't come with us, I took her Sing-a-ma-Jig doll (we each got one from mom) and took pictures with it instead. (Side note: I'm going to start a new segment on my blog called Adventures with Amy - the accompanying pictures will have M's Sing-a-ma-Jig doll representing her. I left mine with M - she said she'd take pictures and post them too.)

We walked in (no motorized or mechanical vehicles allowed, including mountain bikes - not that we brought bikes with us...) about 1.5 miles, taking pictures along the way. We didn't even get to the really cool stuff. According to some information Greg found, approximately 2 miles in the formations get particularly interesting. Even so, it was somewhat eerie in a cool way. A combination of hard and soft rocks with some petrified forest thrown in on top makes for some interesting formations. Almost as if we were on an alien planet - which was really easy to imagine since there was nothing man-made that we could see in any direction.

Because it was cloudy and threatening rain, the farther we got from the car, the more I started imagining a torrential downpour that created a flash flood and swept us away. I countered it by telling myself we'd just climb up on some of the higher surfaces, but with no cell service then I worried that I wouldn't be able to let M know what was happening. Shortly thereafter the winds kicked up something fierce and I just about panicked. So Greg led us back to the car through the wind storm (talk about alien landscape!) - I had my sunglasses on, looking at the ground, squinting so I didn't get dirt and debris in my eyes (contacts sometimes are a pain, and mostly when something else gets in my eyes (cat hair, lint, dust, desert sand...)). We were just about 5 minutes from the car when it started raining sideways... Greg has pictures of our dirty, dirty faces - I had sand in my teeth and the loveliest dirt mustache you've ever seen. I never thought about how abrasive towelettes can be until I was cleaning up the mess.

After all the fun and excitement in the Badlands, we decided lunch was in order. Back in Farmington, we found brewery #3: Three Rivers Eatery and Brewhouse. Good food, and some tasty beer. It was nice to have a cozy place to sit and eat while we were warming up. I found that I'd missed a bunch of dirt - particularly in my ears.

From there, we picked up M from work to go on the River Walk. Since this is a new town for her too, we wanted to see some of the places that are part of her natural habitat. We spent a lovely evening wandering by the riverside, watching the sun set and chatting. They have an amazing veteran's memorial, which we saw as it was getting dark. I love the color of the leaves, the scenery, and the peacefulness of the area. Of course, a lot of that may have to do with being able to spend time with M...

It's been fabulous spending time with M for a while. We missed having her with us at the Family Project, and I know she missed being there with us. It's also been nice to see her new home. Her new digs are nice, and Farmington is beautiful - at least what we've seen thus far. I wish she had had more time to spend with us; I wish we lived closer together; I wish it didn't cost so much to visit. I wish... Love you, M!

Vacation - Albuquerque

2010-10-25T20:26:00.126-08:00

After leaving Ogden, I drove south to Moab while Greg napped, since he planned to be up early and hiking in Arches National Park Friday morning (and I planned to get some much-sought-after shut-eye)... After the long hours on the remodel project, it was definitely nap time! We had lunch at the Moab Brewery (the first in our tour of the Brew Pubs of the West - the beer is good, but the root beer is divine!) and then we headed further south to Farmington, NM. We only stopped briefly, to pick up M, and then continued even farther south - ending in Albuquerque. It was after 10pm when we finally arrived, but dad was waiting up to spend some time with us and chat for a bit.

The Main Event for us on Saturday (aside from the wonderful time spent with family) was the Scavenger Dash put on by Sierra Adventure Sports. They have these competitions in several cities throughout the US, and we were lucky enough to be in town to participate. It's like the Amazing Race, on a local scale. You get clues, have to solve puzzles, and participate in challenges all within a 4-hour time limit. In the process, you get to see parts of town you might never have been to otherwise.

We were originally going to be two teams, but that didn't work out. I convinced M and Greg that I would stay behind, do a little blogging, then maybe head back to visit with Grandma until they were done. Yeah... none of that happened. I was reading my book, minding my own business, when suddenly I was swept into being part of the pit crew for our team.

Between Todd, Jason, Aaron and I, we were able to help M & Greg get to all but one of the destinations, and our team returned just shy of the 4-hour deadline. There's a picture of them finishing here and here. We all had a blast! The event was hosted by Kelly's Brew Pub (2nd brewery of the tour), and that's where the awards were given. If you have a chance to go there, you should really try the Award Winning Creamy Green Chile Chicken Soup - it's spectacular!

While they arrived last, they actually placed 19th out of 22 teams - probably because they completed more pit stops. There were 12 total and the team that correctly completed at least 11 tasks in the shortest amount of time was declared the winner. Looks like there's another Scavenger Dash in Albuquerque next October, and one in Seattle next September... Hmmmm... =)

The stay in Albuquerque was a short one, but it was particularly nice to see Grandma and Dad. Amy and I made cookies on Sunday - some for the road, and some to leave. It's always fun to cook or bake with people, especially family. I don't know exactly what it is - maybe the bonding and sharing in addition to preparing food for someone else (and I do love to feed people)... anyhow. It was pleasant and relaxing and invigorating and soul-filling all mashed together into those chocolate chip and the white chocolate chip macadamia nut coconut cookies (we made two flavors). I wish it didn't take so much time and money to go down to visit. I'd go see them more often. At least we have some new memories to sustain until the next visit.

Endings and beginnings... The end of a short, but lovely, visit in Albuquerque signals the beginning of our adventures in Farmington. So we headed north.

Vacation - Friendly Visit

2010-10-22T10:57:00.097-08:00

The trip to Ogden to visit my friend Laurie was great! Due to various circumstances (primarily that until recently she lived on the East Coast and I live in Alaska), I haven't seen her since shortly after high school. It's amazing (in a Really?-Are-you-sure?? kind of way) to think that it's been more than 15 years since I last saw her. But since this year was our 20th reunion (I didn't go), I suppose that it's got to be true. She was my best friend through junior high and high school. We sang in the choir, had Mrs. Coon for English, and were part of the year book staff together. She was my confidante and co-conspirator (early on, we even owned imaginary herds of Arabian horses together - including naming them and giving them pedigrees)...

This visit was especially nice in that we'd lost contact for quite a while, and then about two years ago she found me online. We've chatted and kept tabs a bit since then, but in-person visits are always nicer. She met Greg and I got to meet her husband and boys. We chatted about The Old Days, caught up on the years in between, and made some new memories. I learned the whereabouts and whatnots of her family, and passed on the updates from my own. (I'd swear her sister is still in diapers, just like I remember her - not grown enough to be living on her own back East. She remembers my sister's broken femur and the body cast she had when she was two, but had issues reconciling the current pictures with what she remembers.) It's incredible and very comforting to reconnect with someone who shares so much history - and to find that the intervening years haven't taken as much toll as I thought they might. This is someone who knows my warts from the Teen Years (shudder) and put up with me anyway, and now I find that those old ties are still there, still binding. I'm grateful for that.

It was a short visit - time seems to go so quickly when you're enjoying yourself - but there will be more to come. I'll for sure be letting her know the next time I'm down to visit family so we can get together some more. And I always love company coming to visit... =)

And now we're heading south...

Vacation - Remodel Finis

2010-10-21T12:08:00.079-08:00

First off, I just have to say that free WiFi is da BOMB!! The posts for this vacation thus far are brought to you in a timely manner because of free WiFi.

We're done with the Remodel Project. Yesterday was a long, long day, with lots of manual labor causing even more pain and stiffness. But the results are *SO* worth the effort!! We were at the house by 8am and hard at work by 8:30. I spent most of the day doing touch-up for the painting: a sixth coat on one side of the blue wall, lots of re-coating near the trim (where the rollers didn't get), trim touch-up (where painted hands - or clothes - touched already done work). Tedious work, but important as the little flaws draw attention.

While I was busy with the paint, everyone else was busy too. Jeannea and Greg worked in the bathroom - laying the flooring, installing the fixtures, etc. - while Sheri laid the entire dining room and kitchen on her own. Dave was the cut-guy - making sure the floor-layers had all the boards they needed - and fixture fixer (installing light fixtures, new outlets, etc.). Aaron and his family had to leave this morning, but he got a couple projects done before they took off (mom has a functional doorbell now!). And Sara helped wherever someone needed extra hands (laying flooring, making sure we were fed - a very important task! - and installing hand rails, etc.).

We were working until after 2am to get everything done. Sore, exhausted, and proud. In retrospect, it's fairly amazing how much work we were able to get done, in spite of the setbacks that are a normal part of remodeling. As a bonus, I spent time with my family. If I've ever got to do something like this again, I'd hope that I could share the... joy?... with my family - especially my sisters.

We had to go back for a couple hours today. Just some odds and ends to take care of: wash the windows; install the bullnose on the laminate for the landing; clean and prep for carpet installation (that's separate, but will happen tomorrow). The bonus to this is that we were able to see the tub surround after it was installed. The surround guy is also going to make and install the bathroom sink counter - which should look really nice.

So we're dropping folks of at the airport and heading out on our Road Trip. First stop is north to Ogden, where we'll visit my friend Laurie (whom I haven't seen for more than 15 years), then south...

Vacation - Remodel Continued

2010-10-19T23:20:00.002-08:00

Today was another long day, and it looks like tomorrow will be the same or longer. Started the day at 8am, finally back to the hotel at 12:30am - with showers and whatnot, it'll be close to 2am before we hit the sack. Tomorrow - or later today, if you want to think of it that way - starts by leaving the hotel at 7:30am...

We got a lot accomplished today. Painting is a chore, but I'm really liking the way it's coming together. The blue wall took 5 coats of paint, and the yellow took two. We're mostly done with the white (it's actually a really, really light blue) in the living room, hallway, and stairwell - just a second coat in some areas to finish tomorrow. Rolling doesn't take much time - it's the taping and cutting in that take the longest and have the least amount of show for the work done.

I didn't get pictures on my camera of the progress in the bathroom - but it's coming right along. The sub-sub floor has been repaired and sub-flooring put in place. The tub and sheetrock are in - we put down more leveling compound on the floors in preparation for the work tomorrow when we lay all the flooring - dining room/kitchen, bathroom, and landing. Also have to finish the painting, install the bathroom components (toilet, counter, linen closet, etc.), install some lights and the doorbell... among other things.

It's coming together... Everyone's been working hard, otherwise we'd never be able to make this happen, but we're all looking forward to the completion. One more day...

Vacation - Remodel

2010-10-18T20:47:00.002-08:00

We left late Friday night (actually early, early Saturday morning), arrived at mom's house by 10am, and proceeded to work until after 11pm. Lots of demolition on Day 1. Day 2 was even longer - at the house by 9am, back to the hotel by 2am this morning. With showers and whatnot, morning came WAY TOO EARLY. But today, we were able to start a little later (10am), and we knocked off early - had to clear out of the house for the painters to do the trim, so we went to dinner. Back at the hotel by 9:30pm... Greg's already asleep, and I'll follow shortly. Just wanted to post a few pictures of what we've done so far.

Sheri pulling up the linoleum

Aaron & his t-shirts...

1st Blister - and 1st injury of the project

Aaron & Greg working in the bathroom

More worker bees...

Auntie Sheri with both nieces

Greg

My pictures tonight are just to get something on the blog - not everyone is represented, and there's loads more to document the various states of construction. Will post more as I can. Time for me to go to bed - we're starting early tomorrow (painting the walls and lots of bathroom work) and who knows how long the day will be... At least we're having fun together! =)

Let's Go Shopping

2010-09-30T21:50:00.001-08:00

Anyone who has cats knows that there's something magical about an empty box or bag. Chiona sat inside this bag for more than 10 minutes batting at the sides - just to hear noise? to make it move? to make me wonder?...

Sister Visit Part II

2010-09-21T23:15:00.051-08:00

I *so* appreciate the family visits I get because some of my siblings work seasonally in Alaska. It gives me something to look forward to every spring and fall. Sara just came through to spend a few days with us, and we had a fabulous visit! Her visit was shorter than usual, since she needs some extra time for apartment hunting in Seattle and the family get-together in October in Utah. So I get fewer days now, but I'll get to see her again (along with practically my whole family) when we're remodeling my mom's house. Bittersweet, but acceptable.

Because the weather is still nicer than it was earlier this summer (lots of fog now, but at least not rain), we moved the firepit down into the yard and spent more than one evening sitting around a fire visiting with friends. Greg had plans for big hikes, but was kind enough to chop up enough wood for some good fires before he went. Most of the wood was bits & pieces of our home remodel project from last winter. I think there were three doors, several lumber bits, and firepit-sized pieces of plywood - all of which burns HOT! Makes for a nice - although somewhat aromatically diverse - fire. But the marshmallows still roast just fine!! =) (I got a picture of his leg when he returned, because he was so dirty that it looked like he had a tan line.)

Sara and I had some good conversations and spent as much quality time together as we could while she was here. I'm looking forward to seeing the whole family in about a month - and now it's time to start the anticipation of the spring visits. It gives me yet another pleasant idea to focus on during the long, dark, cold days.

Blueberry Fun Day

2010-09-13T23:09:00.036-08:00

We're finally getting some rain-free weather - just in time for fall. Wish we could've enjoyed more of it during the summer, but I'm glad we're at least getting some now. It gives me a little hope that this winter may not be as bleak as I've been thinking. With the nice day today, we definitely had to do something outdoors to bask in the golden glow... so we headed up to Flattop to hike Blueberry Loop.

I think this is only the second time this summer that I've been up to do the Loop - maybe the first, since the one time I remember Jennifer and I headed that way, then turned around and went elsewhere because of the big, dark clouds.

The weather was *perfect* for our little hike! Lots of sun and warmth, with a breeze to cool the sweat from our brows. If I didn't know better, I'd've thought it was a balmy summer day. But everywhere we looked, there were reminders that this is fall - beautiful colors, but a slap in the face that winter is coming fast.

Because the cold and snow come even earlier at these higher elevations, this will probably be the last jaunt around the Loop for this summer. Man, I sure hope that next summer provides better weather for hiking and enjoying the out-of-doors, but I'm also grateful that we've had the few opportunities this fall to shake off the wet & dreary, and enjoy some warmth & sun before we're socked in with the dark, cold, & snowy.

King Mountain Campout

2010-09-06T21:17:00.110-08:00

For my second (and final) campout of the season, I went to King Mountain with Todd and Anita. It's been such a rainy summer that I was really glad the weather seemed like it was going to behave for the weekend. Friday was absolutely gorgeous. In fact, I meant to go to work... even got to the parking lot... where I decided that there wasn't really that much work for me to do, and it wasn't critical for me to stay. So I called my folks and let them know that I wouldn't be in (apparently sun-itis can strike randomly and hard, especially when your summer has been drenched in rain and you think you're developing webbed feet). Then I took a lovely drive out to the campground.

There's just something wonderfully relaxing about being outside, sitting around a fire, visiting, and watching the stars come out at night. It's so peaceful. Even though I'm not in my big, fancy, memory-foam, spring-loaded bed, (and there might be bears), I sleep really well when I'm camping. Unless my nose or toes get cold, of course. (It also seems that I need less sleep - I generally get fewer hours of sleep per night, but wake up earlier and more refreshed than I would at home. Must be the crisp, clean air...)

Anyhow. We picked King Mountain again this fall so we could go to the fair. What? The fair, you say? Haven't you already been there? Yup. Going twice this year! I'm for sure going to repeat on the cheese curds, pickles, and pretzel. Everything else depends on whatever strikes my fancy...

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We interrupt this post about camping to bring you an update on my 2nd trip to the fair...

More face-painting, more eating, more fun. The pregnant cow was gone (off to give birth?) and an even bigger pumpkin was on display (1101 lbs. - a new state record - instead of 902). Also more rain.

But we had some ponchos and of course the vendors are going to be prepared for our typical fair weather. Gloves, knit caps, full-size umbrellas, ball caps,and elasticized umbrella caps... there were any number of ways to keep from being drenched. (Not so much luck staying dry, but damp was fine.)

And apparently I'm not the sharpest knife in the drawer. Did I learn my lesson from last week about bringing dry socks and shoes? Nope. Feet so wet I was sloshing and the soles were itchy by the time we were done with our fair excursion. Maybe I'll figure it out in time for the fair next year...

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We now return you to your regularly scheduled camp trip to King Mountain....

It's amazing how well a warm fire works for drying out the dampness of a rainy day spent at the fair. Of course, it helps to get clean, dry socks so after your feet are de-pruned you can slip into some nice, fire-warmed socks and dry shoes. A little relaxing, more chatting, and some game-play makes for a really enjoyable evening.

We were originally planning to head home on Sunday, to have Monday free to unpack and get ready for the work week. Plans changed when I found out Greg was coming home from his hike excursion early, and they'd be passing right by the camp ground. (That's some authentic frontier gibberish) The group stopped in to visit for a bit, dumped my husband and his gear, then headed out. And our small group decided that it was worth one more night of camping before we headed back to reality. (You don't see that everyday)

Turns out, the best weather of the whole weekend (aside from the fabulous Friday drive) was on Monday. I'm grateful we opted to stay the extra day. Between the good weather, marvelous companionship, and relaxing atmosphere, that did more to get me ready for the coming week than any amount of housework and clean laundry could have done. (Can't talk! Drinkin'...)

Now it's time to clean the gear and pack it away for the winter. (Nope.) Maybe next year's weather will allow for more than two campouts. Although, if we only get two, may they be as enjoyable and lovely as this one. (Hell, yeah! Got a wiener dog.)

Sister Visit Part I

2010-08-31T20:08:00.092-08:00

It's that time of year again... when I get to see family as they're finishing up the summer and heading back home to Seattle. While I'm never very excited for fall (since it's a reminder that the cold, dark winter is quickly upon us), I always look forward to visits from my family. Jeannea is the first to arrive - her season gets done in August - and I get a follow-up visit from Sara (in September).

The timing for Jeannea's visit couldn't have been more perfect, since it coincided with the state fair and it's been a few years since she's been able to go with me. We hooked up with Stacy and headed out early. At least, early for me on a weekend... since we got there just after 10am when they open, and I'm normally still in bed at that early weekend hour... But the start of our eating adventure (that's what fairs are, right?) went a long way to make up for it. How can you pass up fresh doughnuts?

We spent the next 8 hours or so, wandering from food to food: fresh made pretzel, fresh dipped corndog, deep fried pickles, kettle corn, roasted corn on the cob, fried cheese curds... And in between that, we got our faces painted, saw the pigs and cows and goats, examined the enormous pumpkin (902 lbs - I wonder how many pies that'd make?) and stopped in the beer tent to give our barkin' dawgs a brief respite.

We even tried the chocolate covered bacon. How was it, you might ask? I give it 1-1/2 thumbs up. I think I'd like to try it again, but I'd like the bacon a little thicker and crispier (lack of crisp might be because they made it and then froze it) with just a tad less chocolate. I think if I were to open a chocolate covered bacon stand, I'd find a way to deep fry the bacon (so I can consistently get it to the perfectly crispy but not overdone state), then have some of that magic shell chocolate on hand. That way as I get orders, I can dip my perfectly cooked bacon in the chocolate just prior to handing it off to my customer... Anyhow. It was good enough that the idea of bacon cookies doesn't seem that ludicrous any more. Hmmmm.

We didn't get to see the roller derby, since it was typical fair weather: rain. Thank goodness I was with people who have their heads on their shoulders. Stacy brought rain ponchos for all of us, and both Stacy and Jeannea brought dry socks and shoes. Turns out that was a good thing, otherwise I would've been driving home barefoot.

I had a *lovely* time visiting with Jeannea. Too bad her company isn't based in Anchorage - then I'd have both of them (Jeannea AND Sara) close by all year 'round. Ah, well. At least this gives me something to look forward to in the spring - my next visit...

By the way, Jeannea: Thanks for the RockStar treasure hunt!! It took me more than a week to find them all, and that was with some helpful hints from your cohorts in crime. We all know I'm not the most observant person in the world - especially in the morning - but I opened the medicine cabinet three times before I finally saw that one... =)

Walking with Dinosaurs

2010-08-19T22:55:00.022-08:00

It's amazing to me that I still feel the draw of dinosaurs. It's not just children that were excited for this event... In April, I first heard it was coming to town, and went to the website to check it out. After looking at the cool site and watching some of the "making of" videos, that clinched the deal. I convinced Greg to get tickets on the first day they were available (in May). So I've been looking forward to this show for more than four months. Of course, it was even better because we shared the experience with good friends (happy late birthday, Nita!). If this ever comes to your neck of the woods, I highly recommend it!

Here Comes the Sun (da da da da dah)

2010-08-18T22:31:00.018-08:00

Enjoying the sun is now a newsworthy, momentous event. After 30-some-odd days of overcast and rain, we had a really *lovely* day today. Too bad I had to work. It's times like these that I think it'd be worth it to get a schedule where I work all the crappy days (sometimes weeks on end), just so I can have ALL the nice days off. I'll probably get that schedule right before they tell me they've decided I can work from home (doing anything and everything I please, including nothing) and be paid for it. Oh, and by the way, you should sleep in until 10am every morning since we know you're a night owl and mornings just aren't your cup o' tea. Feel free to work in your pajamas - even if it's just reading the latest novel you picked up at the bookstore - and here's a raise, since we know you've been working so hard... Ahhhh, sweet dreams...

I've been missing the sun immensely. I moped at home all weekend last weekend, just because there was a forecast for sun on Saturday, but that didn't happen. (Okay, so someone told me that if you were up before noon, you got to see the sun for a bit, but that doesn't count. Who can be up before noon when they went to the movies and then spent most of the rest of the night reading a book?? Y'all would've been sacked out right along-side me.) I've been thinking that maybe I need to pick up some vitamin D to help combat my lack-of-sun-depression.

Today, the sun came out again. It's like that time when you've done everything perfectly and the rest just falls into place for a lovely surprise (and you can almost hear a chorus in the background, singing praises). It's the feeling you have when you're sitting around visiting with good friends and things couldn't be going better for you. It's Tillamook Chocolate Peanut Butter ice cream decadence. It's winning the million dollar lottery. And it's also the knowledge that you received a reprieve from going insane from all the dreariness and chopping up the neighbor's dog (or the neighbor) that was making all the racket the other night. However you describe the feeling, it was wonderful!

To celebrate this recently uncommon event, we drove out to Turnagain Arm Pit for dinner. We had great barbecue food, and got to sit on the deck enjoying the weather. In the picture above, I look like I'm about to sneeze. Not sure what was really happening, I just know you don't get an idea of how good the food is by that picture. You don't see the perfectly cooked slab of bacon on my sandwich or the homemade barbecue sauces (I really like the mustard-based one); nor do you see the sides: fried okra, fried pickles, fried jalapenos (those were all for Greg), and sweet potato fries... Oh goodness, what a treat!!

I certainly hope this isn't the last of the sun for the summer - but the dour-hearts on the radio keep saying that we're moving from that one system that gave us all the rain, right into our normally scheduled rainy season. I'm going to enjoy what rays of sunshine fall my way with enthusiasm and abandon. I'll post updates, as they happen...

Rain, Rain, Go Away!

2010-08-12T19:09:00.000-08:00

It's been a wet and rainy summer, thus far. I think the best weather we've had was in May over Memorial Day weekend - thank goodness we went camping that weekend. There hasn't been enough sunshine put together in the last two and a half months to make a whole week, let alone a weekend. I heard on the radio today that we're "flirting with the record for the most consecutive days with measurable precipitation" or something like that. Rained again today. If it rains tomorrow, we tie the record... if it rains on Saturday, it's a new record. Ugh! I'd rather have a record for the most consecutive sunny days. =(

The upside to all the rain is that I haven't had to water my flowers practically since I planted them. Although, the ones at the back of the front flower bed are dried up dead husks. How can that be, you might ask? Well, that bed sits right against the house and the back portion is sheltered from the weather by the eaves. Since I haven't been watering, and they've been sheltered from the rain... you do the math... (but it starts with a D and ends with a D and has two vowels in between.)

Another anomaly I've noticed is that we're growing loads of mushrooms. Tall ones, short ones, white ones, orange ones... and for the first time ever, I've even found them in my flower bed. Which makes me wonder where the little mushroom seeds come from. I mean, I didn't plant them; they didn't grow in the flower bed last year (or for any of the past five or so years); I don't think birds crap them out... so where do they come from?

And then there's the spiders... *shudder*... We normally have a fair amount of spider webs that populate the deck in the summertime. I let them live because they're eating other bugs that I may not want around (read: they'd better be eating those damn mosquitoes and any other bug that's trying to eat me or my plants!). But there seem to be more spiders this summer. Not sure if it's because of the rain too? Or maybe because it's been cloudier and the spiders don't like sun? No idea, but I get the heebie-jeebies every time I walk through a web or get close to one.

Those guys were lucky to keep on living - except that I didn't have a hard-soled shoe on me and I suddenly had a mental picture of them jumping on me. So I stayed as far away as I possibly could to get the picture. Thank goodness for the zoom feature on my camera!!

Chilkoot Chums

2010-08-03T23:44:00.018-08:00

I've heard stories for the last couple of years about Greg's trip to hike the Chilkoot trail. It's been more frequent recently, since he's planning another trip to do the same thing (end of August). The trail is 33 miles long, starting just outside Skagway, Alaska, up and over Chilkoot Pass to Bennett, British Columbia. It's a trail that was heavily used for access to the gold fields in the 1890s. Now it's a hikers dream and a National Historical Landmark, apparently drawing people from all around the world.

Trail Map

Trail Profile

I found the map and trail profile here, which has some interesting information. Particularly regarding people who do the hike in a day; or more amazingly, hike there and back in one day. Based on the trail profile, I'm glad Greg and his group are taking time (and took time on the last trip) to enjoy the route. Maybe someday I'll make the trip, but rest assured that I, also, will not be doing it in only one day.

Anyhow. When Greg, Tony, and Brian did the hike a couple years ago, they met and hiked with Steve and Inga, who are now vacationing in Alaska (including hiking Bomber Glacier - call me before 10pm on Friday, so I know you're okay... otherwise I'll assume I need to send someone out to rescue you!!). Greg's been super-excited to get together for dinner, and I admit to being curious about the people he's talked so much about.

L to R: Tony, Steve, Inga, Greg

Dinner was a marvelously enjoyable event. (One would hope so, since we were visiting for more than four hours!) It's always delightful to meet people and construct new friendships. It seems we have lots in common - even me, the non-hiker in the group - and therefore conversation was flowing the entire evening. I hope the rest of your vacation is full of adventure and fun, Steve and Inga, and maybe someday we'll make it Down South to visit you there...

Dave's Visit

2010-08-01T23:25:00.024-08:00

Dave came up to Alaska to work in Dillingham for the summer. It's a great chance to save money, since they work lots of hours and there's not a whole lot of places to spend the money. I didn't get to see him on his way up, but he made sure to give me a couple days on his way back home. Always, always nice to see family!

I'm grateful he didn't mind sleeping on the couch, since the spare bedroom is still crammed full of things that haven't made their way back upstairs yet. (I'm thinking we need to get rid of a lot of what's left down there. Haven't used or needed it for more than six months, and I like the less-cluttered look we have right now.) We had company over Friday night for a barbecue, visiting, and a game of Killer Bunnies; movies and a fire on the deck on Saturday; and all too soon it's Sunday morning - time to get breakfast and head to the airport.

I love this time of year, even though it's bittersweet. Dave came through and we had a chance to catch up and visit; in a couple weeks, Jeannea will be here for a short visit; a couple weeks after that, Sara will be here for a bit; and a couple weeks after that, we'll be heading to UT to see everyone... YAY! But it's also sad, because it means that summer is almost over. I have to get ready for the cold and dark, and won't see family again until next April. But I get ahead of myself... right now, I'm glad I had some time with Dave and I'm looking forward to having Jeannea come visit!

Life Lesson #354: Read the Signs

2010-07-27T22:00:00.049-08:00

Do you ever play games on the way in to work to determine whether or not it's going to be a good day? I mean, as if having to get out of bed doesn't start it out wrong to begin with. Then sleeping too late, rushing to get ready, trying not to get too sweaty after getting out of the shower, cleaning around the eyes from the mascara that didn't make it to the lashes (I'm not a big fan of the microfiber brushes they have now)... running out of coffee, cold water for the shower, and getting your hair caught in the drawer pull as you're rising from putting down food for the cats...

On my normal route to work, there are nine stop lights. On average, I hit six of those lights green. And I do ratios as I'm getting closer. One light red 1/1; one light green 1/2 - that's 50%; another green light - 2/3 for 66.67%; etc. (Side note: it's amazing that when you only have a small pool of numbers, any detractor causes a significant drop in percentage that is never really recovered. Makes me think those pop quizzes in school that counted for so much of a grade were really unfair. Ten questions, I miss two and I'm already down to a B. Five questions, miss one and it's a B; two and you've practically failed.) The even and smaller numbers are easier to convert to percentages - it's a bit more difficult when I get to 7 or 9, but I have it all worked out before I get into the parking lot.

Like I said, most days I get six of nine (2/3 or 66.67%) green lights. There are some days that I'm luckier and get 7 or 8 green lights. On those days, I make sure to circle the parking lot, since I just *know* there's going to be a spot right up front for me. And in more than 6 years of working at this location, there has only been ONE time when I made all nine lights green. That was an amazing day.

On the other hand, there are days (like today) that only make 5/9 (55.55%) - and the few rare 4/9 days (44.44%). If I'd been paying attention to the signs, I would've realized that I should just go home and crawl back in bed.

Penny's World

Florida Connection - The Keys

Florida Connection - Coral Castle

Florida Connection - Davie

Florida Connection - the New Year

Time for Glasses Again

Picking Up Where I Left Off

Sister Soiree

Eklutna Ride

Squirrel Creek, Finis

Squirrel Creek, Part II

Squirrel Creek, Park I

Walking to Whittier

Greg's Goal

Blooms

First Campout of the Season

Flower Power

Let's Amble!

It's A Small World After All

Sewing Night

My Sister Jeannea

My Sister Sara

First Barbecue

Flatlands - Finis

Flatlands - Chris & Janet, Part II

Flatlands - Chris & Janet, Part I

Flatlands - Traveling Between

Flatlands - Hangin' with Shawn, Day IV

Flatlands - Hangin' with Shawn, Day III

Flatlands - Hangin' with Shawn, Day II

Flatlands - Hangin' with Shawn, Day I

Flatlands - Getting There

Spring Saunter

Making Progress

Life Lesson #187: I Am One of THOSE People

Anti-Aging Miracle

Random Minutia

Dual Derby Duel

Rondy Madness

It's a Wonderful Weekend

Jack Frost

Prom

Life Lesson #514: Silk Sheets Aren't All *That*

Bringing in the New Year

Christmas

Solstice Eclipse

Look What Happens...

It's About Time

Christmas Is Getting Closer

I'm Thankful

Life Lesson #247: It's All About Perspective

Another Vending Machine

I'm So Glad...

Home Again...

Vacation - Wrap Up

Vacation - There to There

Vacation - Cousin Krystal in Colorado

Vacation - Here to There

Vacation - Farmington, Part II

Vacation - Farmington, Part I

Vacation - Albuquerque

Vacation - Friendly Visit

Vacation - Remodel Finis

Vacation - Remodel Continued

Vacation - Remodel

Let's Go Shopping

Sister Visit Part II

Blueberry Fun Day

King Mountain Campout

Sister Visit Part I

Walking with Dinosaurs

Here Comes the Sun (da da da da dah)

Rain, Rain, Go Away!

Chilkoot Chums

Dave's Visit

Life Lesson #354: Read the Signs

Life Lesson #514: Silk Sheets Aren't All That