Wednesday, February 28, 2007

Another Round of Random Pictures

This is a picture of the temple of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in Denver. For about a year and a half or so now, whenever I am in the same city as a temple, I try to head over there and take a few pictures. I have a space on my wall at home where I have four different temple pictures of varying sizes, along with a quote by President Gordon B. Hinckley having to do with the blessings of temple attendance. The whole "temple wall" thing was actually a suggestion made over a year ago by my friend Theo. It was a good idea, and I'm glad he gave it to me.

A few Christmases ago, my siblings and I were kind of stumped as to what we should give my parents, specifically my mother, for Christmas. We finally came up with the idea that rather than buying anything, we would give a day of labor, fixing up her food storage room, and putting some shelving and other organizational structures in the garage. It was HARD HARD work, especially for someone who is as adverse to manual labor as I, but it was kind of fun as well.
This is a picture of that day. The picture is kind of small, so you might think that it is me, but it's actually my sister. In the process of fixing up the "fruit room", we decided to dispose of some of the bottled fruit that was 10+ years old (!!!!). So, one person would take the bottles from the fruit room to the bedroom next door, and then hand them to the person outside the window (my sister, in this case). Then that person would open the bottle, pour the fruit into a large bucket, which was then taken to the compost pile in the backyard.
And then this is a picture taken on a trip I took to Grand Junction awhile back. That's the hand (and sandal-clad food) of one of my six nieces.

And I think that's probably enough for now.

Monday, February 26, 2007

Serendipity Again

So, Eric and I were supposed to have our engagement pictures taken last Friday. However, we did not. The new plan is that we will have them this Friday. You may think that we postponed them because of Eric's little accident a week ago, but that is not actually the case, technically at least.

Eric and I had decided that we'd go ahead with the pictures as planned, and just rely on Maybelleine and Photoshop to take care of any unsightly wounds that might show up on film. We were both a little bit apprehensive about this decision, but we went with it anyway, deciding that it was important that we started the whole "announcement" process rolling.

However, last Wednesday or so, I noticed that a storm was brewing, and that if all went as forecasted, we would be taking our engagement pictures with snow falling all around us, not to mention on top of us. I called our photographer (who's work you can see at the following site: and she recommended that we reschedule. So, we did. (the picture shown below was taken back in July, at the site where we are planning to go for our little photo shoot)

In a lucky turn of events, Eric's wounds, (which were looking pretty burly when the stitches were in as well as for about 12 hours after I took them out), are now looking quite minimal. Chances are, we won't need Maybelleine OR Photoshop (well, not for Eric anyway. For myself, I have a birthmark on my right cheek that I try to keep "foundationed" whenever possible) . I keep thinking about how I would be kicking myself today if we had gone ahead and taken pictures on Friday, just to meet our pre-arranged schedule. Whew!

Of course, the forecast is predicting a 50% chance of snow this Friday, so we may have to be flexible again. But, it will all work out. As my dad told me earlier in the week, "You're getting married. What else matters?" When I consider the man that I am marrying, and how I feel about him, I have to say, not very much.

Wednesday, February 21, 2007

Forty-Seventh Post Ever

Back again, and it's only been one day? That must be a record.

Things are good with me. Yesterday I had a good day at work, and then I had a good evening as well. I taught two voice lessons, went to the Rec. Center and Wal-Mart with Eric, and when I checked the mail, there wasn't a single bill there! There were quite a few mailers from different vendors that had participated in the Bridal Faire that I attended a few weeks ago, and since I have most of that stuff already picked out and purchased, it's a little annoying to get all that mail. But, it could be worse.

Tonight I'm going visiting teaching and then I have the rest of the evening to putter around, catching up on things. Heck, I might even mop my kitchen floor. It's been at least a month, maybe more. My mom is coming up in one week (partially to do some work-related things, partially to see me and get some wedding stuff done, partially to attend the family bridal shower that we're having on the 3rd), so I really should try to get my place in a more "guest-appropriate" state.


Tuesday, February 20, 2007

a fairly eventful few days

So things are good. I got a new computer for work last week, and yesterday our technical genius came to set it up. What was supposed to be a 2-hour job turned into a 5-hour job, mainly because I have WAY more data on my computer than I had previously realized. But, its all set up now, which is nice. I'm still in that "trying to get used to the new things" stage, (which incidentally I hate), but I'm sure it will all work out.

On Saturday we had a bit of drama. Eric and went down to Salt Lake to meet up with some of my family. My sister and her family came over from Colorado, and so Eric was able to meet them for the first time. That was fun. What wasn't all that fun was what happened next. We went ice skating together. I love to ice skate, even though I am horrible at it. Eric likes to ice skate, and is quite good. Unfortunately, within about 20 minutes of us being at the rink, Eric took a chance fall-face forward. He hit hard, (but wasn't knocked out thankfully), and got two big ole cuts above his eye. They were so big that they eventually needed 12 stitches to get him put back together!

Luckily, my father (who is a doctor) had also come to town to join us for our weekend fun. So, rather than spending the afternoon in and emergency room somewhere, we just went back to my brothers' house, and Eric was stitched up on the kitchen table. Whew!

And that's the drama! Good times.

With that, I'd better get back to it.


Friday, February 16, 2007

A few baking stories

So, back when I was in college, I determined that I wanted to learn to cook. My roommate, Jeri was a better cook than I was, and she would sometimes offer helpful hints as to things that I might do better as I was cooking. Now that I think about it, it seems only fair that she would do that, as she did end up eating much of the cooking after all. But, at the time it was annoying to me, and I soon told her that I didn't want her helping me anymore, that I learned best by experience.

And then we had the BUTTER BRICKLE FROSTING experience.

I was trying out a new recipe for some cake with "Butter Brickle Frosting". You made the cake just like usual, and then you poured this buttery, coconut-y frosting on top, and broiled the whole thing "until the frosting was bubbly". I'd never broiled anything before, and so I asked Jeri if she thought broiling it for 15 minutes would be enough.

Jeri (wanting to help me to learn by experience) said yes. Seven minutes later our kitchen was full of smoke as I opened the oven to find Burnt Butter Brickle Frosting.

So, that started me on a road of baking fiascoes. So far I haven't burnt anything down, and I haven't even had a catastrophe awful enough to force me to hang up my oven mitt (yet), but I've come close. A couple of years ago I decided that I wanted to roast some corn in the oven. I took the corn (still in the husks), wrapped them up in tin foil, and put them in the oven.

And forgot all about them.

Eight hours later, as I was sitting in Chili's restaurant with Henrietta and some other friends, I looked at the cob of corn one of them had on their plate, and I remembered some other cobs of corn. I rushed back home, hoping to find a place that wasn't burnt to the ground by some overly cooked ears of corn. Our apartment complex was still standing, and all was well, although the corn was completely inedible.

So, fast forward to two nights ago. It's Valentines Day. Eric has a quiz on the 15th, and so we determine (as has been previously mentioned) to celebrate early. We go to dinner on the 9th, and get together for lunch on the 14th. Eric gives me the most beautiful flowers ever grown or arranged, and we both go back to work. I call Bonita Juanita and tell her that if she doesn't have plans, I would love to get together with her for some "girl time" that evening. She agrees, and asks if we can have Camilla come as well. I of course say yes. Eventually two of our other friends also agree to join us. We determine that rather than fighting the Valentine crowds, we will meet at my house, and I will make a simple-ish dinner for us all.

So that is what I do. I make spaghetti, with a valentine cake and breadsticks. Sylvia brings a salad. We have a lovely dinner, where we eat and laugh and gossip (just a tiny little bit) and solve the problems of the world. After about an hour of this, someone asks if anyone else smells something burning. Since I have a TERRIBLE sense of smell, I do not. But, I go into the kitchen to investigate. Sure enough, I have left the oven on. No big surprise, I often do that, as anyone who has ever lived with me can attest. I turn the oven off, and don't think anything of it, for a few seconds.

Then I start to remember something. A faint recollection comes back to me. A recollection of me putting another batch of breadsticks in the oven. A batch that is mysteriously missing at this point. In horror I open the oven! Smoke pours out! When it all clears, there are six of the most sorry looking breadsticks that have ever been known to exist.

I've rambled over this long enough, so I just have one more thing to say.

Eric is one lucky lucky man!

Tuesday, February 13, 2007

just a few words

So things are good, as usual. Friday night Eric took me to my favorite restaurant, an Italian place here, with great food, and prices that are a little high for our area. It was a special treat, mainly because we were celebrating Valentine's Day early. Oh, we'll still get together tomorrow and exchange Valentine surprises and treats, but we decided that rather than fight the Valentine Crowds at the restaurants, we'd just celebrate early. What that boils down to is that with our gift exchange tomorrow, and my gift to Eric on Friday (we're going to the opening of Ghost Rider) in effect, we are celebrating Valentines for a whole week! Nice!

In other, non-Eric news, I had a terrible nightmare last night that I had totalled two different cars. One was my RAV4, and the other was a car belonging to one of my uncles. It was one of those dreams that was so realistic that when I woke up it took me a minute to realize that it was a dream, and I did in fact still own a car, and it was parked at that very moment outside my home. Whew!

As I've pondered why I might have that dream then, I realized that yesterday I received my first car insurance bill since my July "running through the bakery window" incident (that's a story for another time), and I had noticed that my premium had gone up by about $10 per month. So, I'm thinking that might have something to do with it.

The End for now.

Thursday, February 08, 2007


So, life is going well for me at the moment. I have a recent (kind of funny but nothing compared to the hypothermia-frostbite experience) running story to share.

A bit ago, I was out for my morning run (which we all know really isn't a run at all, but thanks for humoring me). I was listening to my mp3 player, as is my custom, and frankly is the only thing that gets me out on the road some mornings. I have a rule about the mp3 player. I'm only allowed to listen to it when I'm exercising or cleaning. That makes it kind of a special thing, a "treat" if you will. Being able to have this treat gives me more motivation to do these activities, activities which otherwise aren't all the enjoyable to me.

Anyway, this particular day, I was running past a bunch of cows and calves in a field on the side of the road. They all stopped what they were doing (eating, of course), so that they could stare me down as I passed. It wouldn't be that funny of a story unless you happened to be hearing the song that I was hearing at that precise moment.

What was that song?

I'll tell you. It was a U2 song, entitled "Hallelujah". You can read the lyrics at the website below. As I was walking by the cows, the part of the song that was playing was the one that says "here she comes" a few times in succession.

Maybe it's one of those things for which you had to be there (and I was the only one there, so it's probably my own private joke), but the quirkiness of me strolling by a bunch of cows in my sweats and tennies, them staring at me like I was from outer space, and U2 blaring about "Hallelujah, here she comes, dressed to kill, etc." just struck me so funny that I had to stop right there and have a little private giggle.

hee, hee, hee.


Tuesday, February 06, 2007


So, my parents came up last weekend so that they could meet Eric's parents. The meeting went really well. I think that both sets of parents were quite comfortable with the other set. I suppose that only makes sense, considering that I get along great with Eric's family, and Eric gets along great with mine. But, still it's nice to have had the experience and to have had it go well.

In an added bonus, my parents brought up presents, each playing to some of their best talents. My mother, who is a class-act seamstress, brought up the wedding dress I will wear, as well as my veil, a quilt, some table-toppers which will be used at our reception, and a cover for the queen size comforter that I bought back in 1997 (and have been storing ever since). She sewed all of these things, except for the dress. The veil is BEAUTIFUL! I was so excited about it all that I tried the whole outfit on the next morning, just to see how it would all look and to figure out what jewelry I wanted to wear. It was kind of tough maneuvering all that gear all by myself, but I managed. Good good times. I could stand to lose about 5 pounds if I want the dress to fit absolutely perfectly though. So, hopefully I'll have some success there. I have a hard time losing weight when I want to. Often when I'm not trying to lose weight, I just magically will. Weird.

As for my dad, he brought up what will be the frame for our bed when Eric and I get around to getting a mattress set. Isn't it beautiful? In addition to being a family physician and cross-country coach, my papa is growing into a pretty fair carpenter. The wood for the bed came from the land up by the family cabin, and he put it all together in the shop he has up there.
I didn't want to bother with having to set up (or having Eric set up) the bed later, so I asked my father to set it all up around my old twin bed while he was here. So, it's been kind of fun to have it there. We should probably get around to getting the other mattress sooner rather than later, as I have nearly tripped 2-3 times now.
And that's it for today. You may have noticed that it's been awhile between this post and the last one. All I can say about that is that life has been a bit busy lately. Busy but good.
ps-I don't know what the deal is with the paragraphs here. For some reason, I can't get blogger to give me a blank line between those last few paragraphs. Oh well.
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