Tuesday, February 26, 2008

Who Needs a Sled?

This last weekend my sister's girls (from St. George) and my other sister's boy (from California) reminded me of snow. Really, it's something I take for granted. For them, snow is a luxury, and they were out playing at least eight or nine times a day. I had never discovered the sweet sledding hill in the back of my parents' house. We of course sent the kids down first to make sure it was safe and then watched laughing while they cried and struggled to make it to the top.

Those are real tears. You can't fake that.

This is Kate and me on the mild hill. Weak, I know, but I am 8 1/2 months pregnant. Notice I am not wearing any socks. It was cold.

This is of the kids struggling. We finally sent Marty to help. Notice the adults laughing comfortably from the top.

This is my cousin Derek. Notice the short-sleeved shirt.

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

Love that Lasts Forever...or at least a really, really long time

Now that Valentine's Day has been over for a week, I am sure your flowers are now slowly wilting in the corner. You've probably had to change water out of the vase a few times, and if you take the flowers out and smell the stems, you're in for a slimy, mildewy treat. You've eaten the chocolates he/she gave you and gained the inevitable pound or two from them. I know what you're thinking, "Thanks a lot, Valentine."

Which is what makes Christian such a romantic. He gave me a gift that lasts forever. I came home on Valentine's Day to find a color printed (none of this black and white business...oh no, not on Valentine's Day) picture of a vase of flowers sitting on the table. My heart just melted. It was a beautiful arrangement of roses and baby breath tied lovingly with a pink ribbon--all on paper of course. You laugh? Well, I haven't touched the flowers since--no water, no trimming off dead flowers, and they look as good as the day I got them.

So I hate to rub it in, but I thought I might give you a head's up for next year. Give the gift that lasts a lifetime or at least until I get enough motivation to clean up the kitchen and toss it in the garbage.

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

True Love: Just in Time for Valentine's Day

It's true. Christian and I have found our true love. It is a five series DVD by BBC: Planet Earth. In our pre-Planet Earth days, we used to settle down for bed around 9:00 and put on a movie where I would inevitably fall asleep after five minutes tops--no matter what movie. Not so with Planet Earth. I stay awake at least fifteen minutes, sometimes even twenty. I think it has something to do with the British accents.
Here's this:

And this: (A little scary. It still gives me nightmares)

We have to return it to the library today, and we've only finished two dvds. I guess we'll put it on hold again. Before we get it back, things are going to be pretty boring around here.

Tuesday, February 5, 2008

That's My Boys!

How about those Giants? I called this from day one. Go Giants! Anyone who knows me probably thinks that I've jumped on the Giants bandwagon. Why might they think that? Is it because I have yet to see any NFL football games this year? Or because I have never seen more than 30 consecutive seconds of an NFL game? Maybe it's because I could not tell you the coach's name or any of the players on the Giants team...or even their colors or logo? It could be because I didn't know they were playing in the Superbowl until a few days before they played and that I didn't know they won until Monday morning. I know all those things point clearly to the fact that I was not a Giants fan, but there you would be wrong. And I can prove it.

When I was growing up, I really wanted to be a tomboy. I was always trying to get in with my two older brothers and all their friends. I quickly noticed a pattern in boys; they all had a football team. Marty: Eagles, Isaac: Redskins, Derek/JD: Vikings (they even wrote a song--"Minnesota Vikes, that's the way the Vikes"), Mark: Dolphins, etc. I knew that to be a good "tomboy" I had to have a team. I conferred with Marty on the subject who adamantly agreed. Now which team? I couldn't choose a team already taken; I was no JD. I was leaning towards the 49ers (Steve Young played for them. I at least knew that.) Marty steered me away since they were a pretty decent team already. He said I couldn't choose a good team. I could be accused of being an insta-fan. It made sense. So instead he helped me choose a pretty crappy team. He told me they played in this wonderful state called New York and their team name was the Giants. It sounded good to me.

So there you have it. The Giants became my team, and I've waited a long time for this championship. Boy did they earn it. I can't wait until next year to hear if they've won another Superbowl. That would be awesome.