Wednesday, August 31, 2011


Tomorrow Heather & I are going on a little mom/kid date to parts south.

We have a family baptism in Springville on Saturday, and are going to have some fun family time on Friday, but Thursday is all for us.

(We're both pretty excited.)

We're going to go check out Grandma Corry's temple, so named because it's where Grandma Corry got married.  Everytime we see a picture of this temple (which is often), Heather practically shrieks in excitement, "That's Grandma Corry's temple!!!"

We're going to ride this train.

And, at some point along the way, we are going to stop at one of the (six) Sweet Tooth Fairy Cupcake Shops that are located between Layton and Springville.

Don't even think about trying to rob our home---Eric's gonna be home guarding it.


UPDATE:  It was a great day!  Heather loved the temple, but was most impressed by the escalators (we called them "magic stairs") in the visitors center.  We rode the train three glorious times.  We put our hands in five different fountains/reflecting pools (that City Creek Development project is shaping up nicely if you ask me).  We walked as far as some nearly three-year-old legs could go, and after taking not one or two but four wrong turns, we finally found the original Provo Sweet Tooth Fairy Shop (a word to the wise, take the Provo Towne Center Exit), which was adorable inside, but re-affirmed to me that if I'm gong to pay $2-3 for a dessert, it needs to be pie, or an actual slice of cake, or a doughnut, or a chocolate shake with peanut butter cups mixed in, or a peanut butter (or mint) brownie.  The fact is, I just need to accept the fact that I am not now, nor probably will I ever be, a cupcake kind of girl.  (Heather on the other hand, loves a good cupcake--until she has licked off all the frosting, that is.)

Oh--and I finished listening to Freakonomics on CD.  Intriguing things there.  (Next up on the docket:  John Adams by David McCullough)

Seriously, a GREAT day.  Pictures might follow, but I didn't take all that many, 'cuz I was too busy having a glorious day.  (Remember?)

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Another Eric Quote of the Week

"Or they could have just said, 'It's like you're getting a day planner--but this one is already filled in!'"

This from Eric a few nights ago when I was bossing him around.  After about twenty seconds, I realized what I was doing and apologized, mentioning that they should really have a class for people like him who were going to marry people like me, if only to warn them that they were about to enter into a lifetime of being bossed around.  With a sarcastic (but not bitingly so) smile, Eric responded with the little gem above.

I've said it before, and I'm sure I'll say it again.  it wouldn't be so funny if it wasn't true.  (And, believe me, I realize that I'm a lucky woman.)

Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got to go cook up more things for Eric to do.

Sunday, August 28, 2011

because it feels absolutely right

I recently posted a profile of myself over at  You can see it by clicking on that yellow and white button on the sidebar.  But, just in case you're interested, but not interested enough to make the extra click, I've decided to share it here as well.

Hi, I'm Charlotte

Laughing is my favorite, singing, hugging, and chocolate cake round out the top four. I'm a Mormon.

About Me

When I was little and I imagined how my life would be, it included a college education, marriage to a perfect (for me) man, and a house full of children to raise. So far I've made it to many of those, but it didn't happen in the way or at the time that I thought it would. There were times along that road that were frustrating and painful, but now I'm grateful for how everything is turning out.

I married my husband when I was 37 years old, after I had completed an advanced accounting degree, traveled the world, learned Spanish, recorded a CD of vocal music, solidified my place as a beloved aunt, and got a job as the controller for a performing arts organization. About a year an a half after we were married, we were the parents of a beautiful daughter.

Although my hope/plan is to be a stay-at-home mother, for now we have some unique challenges in our family, and we have decided that the best thing for everyone concerned is for me to continue at my job. As an accountant, I'm able to do much of my work from home, and my husband's job has some flexibility as well. To make our situation even better, we have parents close by, and they have been a great help to us. Between the four of us, we're managing to care for, love, and raise our daughter in a situation that is much more ideal than I had originally imagined it could be.

In short, I feel blessed. It's clear to me that my life hasn't turned out the way I'd hoped or planned.

It's turned out even better.

Why I am a Mormon

If I had to answer this query in one sentence, I think I would just have to say that I am a Mormon because doing so feels absolutely right to me, from the surface of who I am all the way down to the deep bedrock of my soul. That's kind of a flowery way to put it, but it's the truth.

My parents, grandparents, great-grandparents and beyond were all Mormons, and so I started out in the LDS Church as much for the sake of tradition as anything else. When I got into my teenage years though, I had some experiences that made me want to know for myself if "my" church was really God's church, and if it was where He wanted me to be. I spent months studying the scriptures and sincerely praying to know the answer to these questions, and I eventually received a very calm peaceful witness from the Holy Spirit that yes, the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints was Christ's church on the earth, and that I was wanted and needed there. I've had that witness reconfirmed to me again and again as I have continued to serve and participate in the Church. It's where I belong, and it is where I am most happy.

How I live my faith

Though I am far from perfect, I try to follow the advice given by Paul to Timothy in the New Testament. In writing to his friend, Paul counseled Timothy to "Be thou an example of the believers . . .". In my daily life I try to be honest and kind, sincere and compassionate, helpful and loving. Some days are easier than others, and my actions are often far from my ideal of what I think a believer should be, but I take heart in the knowledge that as long as I continue striving, I will eventually meet my goal, and in the meantime, God is able to fill in the gaps that my inadequacies leave.

In my congregation I teach music and basic doctrine to children between the ages of 3 and 12. I've been doing that for nearly five years now, and it is one of the great joys of my life. There is something so fulfilling about seeing a child grasp a concept that is dear to my heart, so exciting about hearing young voices sing out the lyrics which I know can build inner confidence and faith. In some ways I feel like I've come full circle, for I often teach songs that I learned as a child, and as I do so, I'm reminded of the experiences that I've had in my life that have molded me into the person I am today.

Saturday, August 27, 2011

Viva Las Vegas (the lions, I mean)

Lyn found this one at the Bellagio on a recent trip to Las Vegas.

quirky 8-11

In the words of King Julien (of Madagascar fame):

"Not bad eh?  I like it."

Thursday, August 25, 2011

Corry Reunion 2011-Ice Caves and Adventures in Photography

So, as you'll remember, the Friday afternoon of the reunion is mostly free time, with an optional family history meeting.  We generally (as in always) end up skipping this meeting, and instead we do some kind of activity together.  Often we take the kayaks on the lake for an afternoon of fun, but this year a little thunder and lightning made the thought of being on a lake a little less than inviting.

So, we went to the (infamous) ICE CAVE instead!
(It's a one room cave, with ice and snow 365 days a year.)

Although I have many memories of exploring ice cave throughout the years, this was the first time for most if not all of the grandkids.

You have to climb down a semi-steep slope to actually get into the cave.  



After we'd played in the cave to our satisfaction, it was time to climb back out and play outside for awhile.





After we'd been messing around outside for a bit, Becca and I realized that for the first time in nearly two years, all the grandchildren of my parents were together.  (All the siblings weren't together, because my youngest brother had just started his new dentistry job in Texas and wasn't able to make the trip.  His wife was there though.)

So, we asked everyone, but mainly my parents, if they wanted to get a picture.  They said yes.  No big surprise there.

As we were casting around for the perfect picture spot, Jacob teasingly suggested that we get the kids and the grandparents to hike up right above the opening for the cave and take the picture there.  I laughed at the ludicrousness of it all, knowing that having eighteen kids mere feet away from a several foot drop-off down into a cave of ice and snow with only two adults and one teenager to guard their safety was a joke of an idea.

And then my dad, the man who when I was young wouldn't let me get within two feet of the guardrail at Bryce Canyon National Park for fear that I would jump off the edge and never be seen again, said that he thought that was a great idea.


Seriously--who is this man, and what did he do with my father?  

My mom agreed as well, and the next thing I knew, we were all herding our kids up the hill into perfect picture taking position.  (You'll soon see that I made sure that my little princess had the safest spot possible though, right on grandpa's lap)  

We snapped away, while all the kids beamed and giggled, with the notable exception of Janers, who was very unsettled at the prospect of a family picture.  

But really, what's a family picture without at least one child looking unhappy?  Sometimes I think the whole Photoshop business is robbing us of seeing the (funny) stories that these pictures tell.  You know?  Sometimes we have bad hair days.  Sometimes, not everyone is smiling or looking at the camera at the same time.  Sometimes, one kid is sticking his finger in the ear of his baby brother.  

So, here I present to you, (for the second time) the photographically imperfect but absolutely real grandchildren of Bob and Barbara Corry, along with their grandparents.

quirky 8-11

And that my friends, concludes our review of the 2011 Corry Family reunion.
(Next up, adventures with play dough.  Try to contain your excitement, will ya?)

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Move over Krista and Becca--there's a NEW BRAIDER in town!

I'm incredibly and unrealistically proud of this braid.  


Unfortunately, neither Eric nor Heather gave me an adequate amount of kudos for the supreme skills that are exhibited here.


That's where you come in.


(A more correct title for this post would have been, "Move over Krista and Becca--there's a new braider in the family", since none of us live in the same town.  I like the feel of the original title better though, inaccuracies notwithstanding.)

(Also, you Cantwell's will notice that I didn't include Amy in my "move over" bragging.  Pu-leez. I may be obnoxious, but I'm not delusional.)

Sunday, August 21, 2011


This weekend I spent a few hours with some of the Cantwell cousins at the Aquatic Center. (Fun!)

This weekend we got into pj's at 7:00 p.m. and popped popcorn and watched Pinocchio on our (new) couch.

This weekend Eric and I went to the temple, where the skin on my legs got feeling kind of itchy and uncomfortable and red, and I couldn't figure out what was going on until I remembered the Aquatic Center the day before.  (Hello Sunburn!)

This weekend I realized that there are many things that you only get to do once, and so it behooves us all (but especially me) to take the time to experience those things fully.

This weekend I was inaugurated as a new co-captain of the Etsy Trade-a-holics team.  (You'd better believe I boasted about that to Eric.  He's been pretty full of himself since he was nominated to be an administrator over at Robot Japan.  It felt good to be as prominent in my hobby as he is in his.)(As geeky as both our hobbies are.)

This weekend I had a glorious lunch with an old friend.

This weekend I tried a new recipe for Devil's Food Cake, which ended up spilling out of the pans and onto the oven floor, which ended up filling our kitchen and living room with smoke and sending us all outside to breathe the clean fresh air.

This weekend I cleaned the oven.

This weekend Heather woke me up at six-freaking-thirty in the morning by climbing onto our bed, cupping my face in her hands, putting her face right up to mine and saying, "Mom!  I'm awake!  Is it morning now?"  (Honestly, as much as I love my sleep, if you have to wake up, that's about the best alarm clock there is.)

This weekend I spilled half a bottle of metallic purple fingernail polish in a never-ending thin stream over 1/5th of our bathroom floor, my legs, my arms, and the blue bathroom mat.  Fortunately, I missed the gorgeously adorable dress that Heather got for her last birthday, as well as the walls.

This weekend the teacher of the six year olds in our ward told me that the kids had dubbed me "The Singing Queen" in their class today.

This weekend I picked and ate the first ripe tomatoes from our garden.  (Delicious Bruchetta!)

This weekend was a slice of life.  Some ups and some downs, some bits of mess and some bits of perfection.

I loved this weekend.  

Friday, August 19, 2011

More Than You Ever Wanted to Know About The Corry Reunion

This entry is pretty much for the sake of history.  Nothing too riveting here I'm afraid.  There are a few fun pictures from years gone by though.  

The Corry Reunion follows the same loose but nearly set in stone schedule that it has for about as long as I can remember.

Here it is:

Thursday morning:  Long (5 to 8 hour) hike for anyone who is in town and wants to go.


Corry hikers 2005

Hiking Liddles

Thursday afternoon/evening:  Majority of family members arrive, set up camp, dinner is served.


Thursday after that:  Hang out, chat, go to bed.


Friday morning:  Breakfast followed by the work project.  All family members work for two hours to improve the property (which is owned by the family corporation).  This nearly always involved hauling logs in some way shape or form, but has also included swing building, roof fixing, brick/cement block laying, weed killing, and various other projects.  Everyone works.  The little kids make a water brigade, and travel across the property with 2-liter bottles of water and plastic cups to relieve all the hard-working older kids and adults.  When times are good with the business, the corporation pays everyone for these two hours, which is awesome and really helps defray the travel costs to get there.




Friday afternoon:  Free time and family history meeting (we don't have a communal lunch).

Friday evening:  Dinner followed by a spiritual program/testimony meeting around the campfire.

Friday after that:  Those who are old enough to stay up as late as they want to, and young enough that "as late as they want to" is into the wee hours gather around the campfire and play campfire games.  (The favorite is a game that is called "Big Booty" (I think), and it's a play on the classic Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John.

Saturday morning:  Breakfast, followed by the farm meeting, which is kind of a misnomer.  It's actually the annual stockholder meeting for Corry Enterprises, which started out as the farm that was owned and operated by my great-grandfather but now includes various rental properties as well as farmland.  This is the entity that owns the mountain property.

Saturday afternoon:  Talent Show.



We used to have the talent show in a cabin owned by my Great-Uncle Scott.  These days, there's way too many of us to fit into a cabin.  Those are some great memories though.

This year, we sang "I'm a Rhinestone Corry" (I KNOW! RIGHT?!).  I'm playing the piano (it was my idea to do the song, and everyone humored me).  Apparently my youngest brother Doug wasn't born yet.  I particularly like how Becca and Jacob are riding their stick horses, not to mention the AWESOME hats my parents are wearing.

This is the year we re-wrote "Piano Man" to fit the idiosyncrasies of the family and performed it, complete with Robert on the harmonica.


Saturday late-ish afternoon:  Dinner

Saturday immediately after that:  Almost everyone breaks camp and leaves.  We stay on the mountain for one last evening of joy.




My dad--a closet pyromaniac


Throughout the reunion, there's an ongoing men's horseshoe tournament which I've written about here.



All in all, the annual Corry Reunion is a beautiful tradition.  
In more ways than one.

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Corry Reunion 2011--just call me the paparazzi

At one point during the reunion, I was a little bored, so I did a little roaming to take pictures of the kids.

Some of them were extremely cooperative . . .



some, not so much.

"C'mon Aunt Charlotte!  Another picture?!?"

unsure, but willing to humor me . . . this time

They were supposed to be playing hide and seek.  Thus, when I asked them to smile, some of them did so with their eyes closed.  

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