9.11.2011
AT GROUND ZERO
3.07.2011
MEMORY MONDAY--honeymooners
This may be the only picture I have of our honeymoon: just the two of us...officially married...riding off into the sunset...living the adult-life alone! I love that it perfectly captures the golden, happy mood of the whole trip.
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{And if I remember right, this picture was actually taken by a polygamist family who happened to be on the bridge at teh same time.}
Being married to Andrew really is the best.
But after my dad saw this picture, he e-mailed me a picture of his own:
He and my step-mom...on their honeymoon...on the same bridge...at the same time of day...in the same pose.
*awkward silence*
I know, right?
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The myriad of complicated emotions that surfaced for me then, all seemed to be synonymous with the word: uncomfortable at varying degrees.
Don't get me wrong. I like these guys...but...weird. Do I really need to explain myself any further here?
I'm doing my best not to let it taint our own golden glow.
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1.31.2011
MEMORY MONDAY--wide open spaces
Lake Powell near Glen Canyon Dam. That's my 7th grade band shirt, so I'm guessing this is Junior High-ish era. What is it that would make me long for the desert now? Could it be the three feet of snow out my living room window? Hmm.
1.25.2011
GRAMPS
{I did NOT take this picture. It was taken by the fabulous FIFE PHOTOGRAPHY. I borrowed it from my cousin's wedding album HERE.}
The next night, was a hopping shindig with cake. And cookies. And like, six hundred cousins.
Okay, I exaggerate. Not quite that many.
But there were tributes rendered, poetry read, memories shared, and tears shed. And then we all laughed and talked the night away.
Gramps has had a darn, interesting life. He took Grandma Jennie, my mom, and her five brothers on quite the lifelong adventure. He worked for American embassies around the world, pioneering the LDS church in remote areas as he went.
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As a result, my mom's growing up years were spent in places like:
- Baghdad, Iraq
- Tehran, Iran
- Bogotá, Columbia
- Jakarta, Indonesia
- Brasilia, Brazil
We lived with him after Grandma died, from the time I was 12 until I was 16 (...my snottiest of years, now that I think about it...it's a wonder he still likes me) Here are a few things I remember from that time:
*Grandpa hates cats. Once, when a stray kept hanging around, he grabbed it by the scruff of the neck, tossed it in the trunk, and released it in the middle of the Mexican desert. No joke.
*We had all just moved into a new house. Around the dinner table, Grandpa told us about his first experience with his new shower. Not realizing there was a step down, he stumbled in and landed on the tile floor. After getting back on his feet, he went to turn the water on only to have the unexpected power of the water pressure send him right back down to the bottom.
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I probably shouldn't laugh so hard at this memory. But I do.
*Grandpa is staunchly against wasted food. So, most days, I came home from school to a pot on the stove of what we eventually dubbed: "goulash". It was a mixture of all the leftovers he could find in the kitchen, heated together, with raisins and salsa thrown in for good measure.
I love that guy.
12.29.2010
FOUR YEARS
12.21.2010
Memory Monday--Christmas past
December 1997. Seventh Grade. Gilbert, Arizona. 12.06.2010
MEMORY MONDAY--our funny
That's me in the trunk and Becca in the backseat. We thought we were so funny.
(Get it?)
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11.29.2010
MEMORY MONDAY--Fluffy
Mr. Granio's 8th grade earth science class.
"Grah-knee-O," he demonstrated the first day of class, pointing to his own knee at the appropriate syllable.
"...Beached...Whale..."
he said, staring theatrically at an unknown distant vision.
7.) And he taught us a bunch of stuff about rocks...and space...and volcanoes. That was cool too.
It's amazing what an impact a teacher can have.
11.08.2010
MEMORY MONDAY--Desert Storm
11.05.2010
FOCAL POINT FRIDAY--much needed break
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And My All-Time Favorite:
10.18.2010
MEMORY MONDAY--Wanna Kiss?
"Do you wanna kiss?"
I stopped and stared at him in shock for half a second before responding with thinly veiled annoyance, "No."
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a zip-lock baggy. Holding it up for me to see, I caught sight of foil wrapped Hershey's kisses in the yellow glow of the porch light.
I wish I could have seen my expression at that moment. It must have been something between a frozen forced smile and pure disgust. "He...he...he...that was...clever," I faltered as I accepted his offering of a chocolate kiss.
But after such a desperate display, I didn't feel bad for not inviting him in, as his hopeful face peered in at my roommate sitting on the couch. I didn't care as I said goodnight, closing the door an inch from his nose. And I didn't even feel bad as my shocked roommate mildly censured me for my rudeness.
It wasn't until after I got over my nausea that I was able to recognize the bright side to the situation: It makes for a funny memory, right?
10.09.2010
SNAPSHOT SATURDAY- Hula
My cousin Aimee, recently e-mailed me a scanned image of our Grandma Jennie. My mom's mom. Look at the placement of that arm! So graceful...so perfect. She was a beautiful dancer, who taught the art to her children.
My mom is also a beautiful dancer. It's been years since I've seen her do it, but I've never since found a hula dancer whose movements were as refined and balletic in my eyes.
Mom tried to teach me from a young age as well. But I never could get the hang of the hip thing...
Thank you. This has been the first in a weekly installment of...
10.04.2010
Some old pictures brought me back to some good times with an old friend.
Mostly, I was remembering the spring break that Jessica took pity on my lack of plans for the week, and invited me to go home with her. Her family opened their arms to their daughter's shy, awkward roommate. It felt like treading on sacred ground to be welcomed into the life Jess was so passionate about: meeting her parents and siblings, exploring her beloved home nestled in the rocky hills of Wyoming, walking through the family business and sensing the saturation of hard work, sacrifice, and pride attached to it, and watching her lovingly play the grand piano in the living room. Especially when witnessing especially personal events, like visiting the grave sites of her two little brothers, witnessing the desperate love her father has for his family, and visiting with a beloved grandmother literally on her deathbed.
What a trip it was! All the love, laughter, and tears made a significant impression on me.
I reckon that describes Jessica's take on life in a nuthsell.
*snort*
Jess proceeded to conquer the landscape in earnest, as I expected. But the little guy who was supposed to keep me company during his sister's endeavor, conquered the terrain with a furor unmatched even by Jessica. And then there was the dog. The dog who did not stop RUNNING the entire trek.
The comical image our line made as we marched across those hills is all that kept me going 'til the end: Galloping dog, followed by rugged, energetic boy, followed by fiercely determined young woman, followed by panting, desperately-trying-to-appear zealous roommate.
Otherwise, I may not have made it. But I did. And we were able to return to Rexburg as friends. =)
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Back in our little brick house in small-town Idaho, Jess eventually found her George...er John...and moved ironically, to my home ward in Gilbert, Arizona. At about the same time, I found my George...er...Andrew...and moved back up to Rexburg. But despite our moving on, this friend has permanently changed me for the better.
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So anyway, I was just rememberin'...
Jess and her crazy, mature, playful, grown-up, alarmingly intense, youthful, focused, story-tellin', sincere, sweetheart of a self.
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9.26.2010
OUR CARS
I seem to remember mentioning that we name our cars. My family has since I was little, and I suspect others do the same. Here is a family photo album of the cars that have come and gone in my life.
My first car was an old 2-door Toyota Tercel. She was good to me. She was loyal, hard working, and all mine. She was my baby. I can't count the number of times I had to encourage her up a steep hill with cries of, "C'mon, Baby! You can do it, girl!" She and I went on many drives together, when I needed to escape...working that stick shift like a race car driver. I loved her like an old friend.
Sadly, this is the only picture I have of the ol' girl...which is really only a picture of me...six years ago...looking very orange.
Despite her old age, Baby let me put an insane amount of miles on her until one day, she just kind of melted from the inside out. I had to actually pay someone to take her and give her a proper burial.
Within a month, I met Andrew. He was working full-time, and living the high single life. As such, he could afford his brand-new Dodge Ram. Her name was Roxy. .

7.22.2010
GREETING CARDS
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I have saved shoe boxes full of greeting cards. I've received some fun ones over the years, and it seems a shame to keep them hidden away where they will never be seen again. I scanned a couple of favorites to share with the world...before they get shoved onto the top shelf of the closet again.
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A card we received at our wedding that I thought was cute.
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My mother has a part-time job at Hallmark. As a result, I receive many, many cards in the mail. Not that I'm complaining. Who doesn't like Hallmark cards?
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Andrew's Easter card our first year of marriage
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An anniversary card from Dad. The eyes are the googly kind. Is it weird to say that this card totally remind me of Andrew and me?
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I loved the colors and and mood of this one.
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Dad sends a Christmas card out every year that he made. He drew this old Christmas village using pen and ink.
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Christmas card I just thought was cute.
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A card from Andrew that just describes him so well. ( The funny part...not the druggie part)
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A bee...wearing that birthday hat...singing that tune...Why is it so adorable to me?
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And the most unique card award goes to this one:
What it looks like straight out of the envelope...
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What it looks like after it pops up...
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The actual card part is the candles that you pull out of the top of the "cake"...
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