Fairly Fun

Alright already, enough about Damon Bradley. We have indeed been up to other things as well. :) First, we took a bit of a risk and ventured to the other side of the tracks to attend the County Fair. A rather spontaneous trip, but with my cousin Eric and Michele visiting, we couldn't just do lunch and have them leave, so we ventured over. (As a side note, we are super bummed that just as we start to become friends again, and really get to know our long lost cousin, he moves Michele to Denver and we'll never see them again. Huge bummer.)

So off to the fair we went. And we really did have a fun time. Mark was nostalgic in the Agriculture museum when we hit the old tractor that his grandpa use to have. Many a childhood pictures are with him on a tractor just like this one, so that was a very welcomed trip down memory lane.

 We then stopped by the Bee exhibit where they were handing out samples of local honey. Another interesting experience. Bees from one area made honey that tasted totally different from the next county over. It was interesting to taste the bits of lavender or eucalyptus in the honey. A great stop until the gentleman began talking about a lady who rubbed honey based cream on her boobs and then nursed her baby and her baby got really sick.  That's where we draw the line, when strange gentleman begin to give the pregnant lady boob advise.

 So we hustled through the art and home decor exhibits, taking specific notice of the "unique" photographs and vegetable sculptures. Our favorite was the quilt sewed with the picture of a zebra on it. Mark observes "if you were to make a quilt of a zebra, which end of the zebra would you choose to highlight?" Sure enough, the quilt had only the back end of the zebra. I give the artist credit, faces can be hard. Legs and a butt with a tail prove less difficult.

Our big hit was the livestock, which we always of course love. Not sure how they choose to judge each of the animals, but it was fun to compare the blue ribbon winner with the lowly 3rd place. Mark became quite the animal whisperer as we found that most of the animals responded to his movements and allowed him to pet them. The rest of us were not so lucky so we just looked on.

 And to prove that even pigs find love-our token snugly piggies. Ah for cute.

Its been so fun to be around Eric and Michele while they've been close. And only wish circumstances allowed them to stay in the area, but wish them the best of luck and love, and a "boring" life in their new home.

Total Eclipse of the Heart

Not being much of a science fan, I was happy when I happened to sub in the astronomy class on Friday before the Solar Eclipse. So-on Sunday the 24th, I drug my coorporative husband out to the front yard, set up some folding chairs, put the ottor pops in the cooler with some beverages, and we waited for the big event to happen. I was a little surprised to be notified that you can't look directly at the sun to see the eclipse, but was surprised to see the difference as the moon covered the sun more and more. My first solar eclipse of the heart was before the eclipse had really started. 

 And here we are at almost full eclipse of the heart. See how much more fuzzy my shadow is!

 Luckily Mark remembered the last solar eclipse and seeing it through the tiny hole in a piece of paper. It made for an interesting view as we watched the circle get smaller and smaller.

 And we did expose the camera to some serious solar light as we tried to capture a smidgen of the eclipse. Fail. But the sun pictures did turn out pretty cool. To the left of the sun you can sort of see a small piece of the eclipse reflection. Sort of.

Looking directly at it with your bare eyes is not recommended. Nor successful.

So now we can say that we saw the eclipse and have at least practiced so when the next one happens, we'll have all the tools necessary to be knowledgeable parents.

Morrelly Belly

Since I've known Mark, there has always been a joke about the infamous "Morrelly Belly". Something that all Morrell's struggle with, that shows up when it is least wanted, and doesn't go much of anywhere but out. I was under the impression that this was not something that I would catch, being that I had more Wright in me than Morrell. 

Our favorite picture of Mark's Morrelly Belly.

Well, I was wrong. Now I have quite a bit of Morrell in me and it is sticking right out!

So here we are, at just about 36 weeks. Moving right into the last month and feeling pretty good about it. As Mark says so perfectly, we feel that on a scale of 1-10 we are about an 8 in our feeling prepared to be parents. Which puts us at about a 3 in reality right?

All in all we are just feeling really great. The baby is in the right position, he has made a comfy ottoman out of my ribs which he is thinking was pretty resourceful of him; as he uses it often. My energy levels leave something more to be desired-making me not so great company after about an hour. Our nursery is done and I must stay it is ADORABLE. One bonus to having a baby this "late" in life is that we have the resources for a darling nursery where many of my friends have told me they didn't. So that's been fun. I may or may not have already started the Baby's first scrapbook. I'm that addicted. And have created unrealistic dreams of mommy school, schedules, get in shape plans, and the future of my perfectly behaved little boy. I may be preparing myself for an eye opening experience come his arrival, but for now, just let me live in my dream world.

I am currently invoking the Think System (from the film The Music Man) to have this baby on June 29th. I figure if those boys can play the song "76 Trombones" on the Think System, I can have a baby. So-any additional Think System support is greatly appreciated. Not that I am unhappy being pregnant or things are too hard or anything, I am just so excited to have him in my arms and not on my bladder.

Here's to 4 more weeks!

Damon Bradley?

I am sure this is totally far fetched for 99% of the world out there - but I can't watch The Next Food Network Star without having this image in my head:

Once upon a time, many moons ago, there was a movie entitled Only You. The character flies to Italy in search of her soul mate Damon Bradley. She meets this impostor Damon (watch the movie to get it).

I think Ippy, the Food Network Star hopeful, is the impostor Damon's long lost brother. I can't watch the show without my thoughts going back to Only You. The only other person who I know has seen this movie is my tried and true movie friend Lauren.  Do you see it Lauren? :) Does anybody else share in my nostalgia?

My favorite story

This story was shared with me by my brother in law shortly after my father's passing, 3 years ago. I still can't read it without getting weepy. Mostly because I can see my dad in the story. Oh how I miss him.

"During your ceremony I noticed that the sealer was standing between your dad and you (Kaylinn).  Not wanting to disrupt the ceremony I watched as your dad tried to get a glimpse of you.  I then noticed that he seemed to be staring at me.  I wasn't sure why he was looking at me (since I clearly am not an attractive person). Then it clicked that he was looking beyond me and into the mirror to see the reflection of his daughter.  Upon realizing this, I ducked down so he could have a clear view of you during the ceremony.  To my surprise (as he seemed so removed to me), when the ceremony was over and I sat up, he turned to me and said "bless you Joe".  Now, for me, the day was already emotional enough (as I am sure it was for the both of you), but to have been able to offer what little I could and to have your dad acknowledge it (and remember my name???), that was special to me.  He must have been an incredible man in the peak of his life.  I wish I could have known him earlier in this life, but look forward to meeting him in the next. "

That's my dad. Always good with names. Always with a quick wit and a way to get the group laughing. Always. Always a good man.

Missing you here dad as we pass yet another year. Give copious hugs to your little grandson before he gets here so that when I hold him that first time, I'll know that you held him just moments before.

Reno Roadtrip

For mom's birthday this year, she and I took a weekend trip up to Reno mostly attend the Reno Jazz Festival.  On the way up, we stopped at both the Sacramento Temple and the Reno temple. Beautiful! The weather was absolutely lovely and our visits at both temples was perfect.

Sacramento was particularly lovely being that it reminded me so much of the Redlands, CA temple which I attended frequently in my Southern California days. And the stonework and architectural design was really beautiful. 

 A fun side note about the Reno, NV temple, my Great Uncle Mose was over the construction of this temple and 2 others (Medford,OR and Fresno, CA). So it was neat to be able to attend and have a little family connection there. I really love the feelings that I get when I am in the temple and the strength and joy that comes home with me after our visit. (Click here for more information on LDS temples)

 We made it to our hotel in Reno late that night and were able to relax before our long day in the Jazz world.  The festival is held at the University of Nevada, Reno which as a side note was an absolutely beautiful campus. Mom and I compared it to that of Brigham Young University in Provo and found that it was of comparable size and beauty. Granted, I am biased to the cougars, but this was a really nice place.  The festival highlighted groups from collages and high schools all over the western states. I must admit my favorite was a vocal group from Mt. Hood Community Collage in Oregon. They sang a gospel number that I just didn't want to end. Incredible.

You may wonder why there are no pictures of me or mom in them, and I don't really have a reason, but you know how trips like this can go, you enjoy the entire day and then realize that your camera was in your purse the whole time and you didn't take it out once! My bad.

A delightful getaway. And very fun to spend it with my mom.

Electronic Soda?

Have y'all seen the new soda machines? This is insane! Not to admit our slightly overzealous habit of eating out, but on a visit to Wingstop the other night, we were quite enamored with the new gadget Coca-Cola has created.

It's touch screen. And you select the type of soda you want, and a second screen comes up with a variety of that kind of soda.  So Fanta had 3 or 4 different flavors, and the Sprite you choose diet or regular, and Coke had the with lime, and cherry, and diet, and zero...it was wild. They say it can carry over 200 flavors of Soda in one machine. This makes dining out a whole new experience!

What will they come up with next?

Hello Ladies

Sarah, Tabitha, Me, and Michele

A few weekends ago, I was able to get together with some of my High School chums from days gone by.  It was such a throwback to be sitting in the park there talking about our lives gone by. Especially since two of them had 3 and 4 kids, and Sarah and I are just starting out. Such a fun group of girls.  It makes me laugh to remember how we thought we knew everything then, running around with the Miller boys and the Jackman's and Danny and Brandon. What fun memories.

Something's changed.

Things were moving in a perfectly quiet and small direction until about 2 weeks ago. And now my little boy doesn't fit so neatly like he use to. Consequently, my wardrobe has been minimized to 6 shirts, 2 skirts, 1 dress, and 1 pair of jeans. Nice. My love of sugar is back full force, as is my love of Mexican food.  I am lucky to still not suffer from heartburn but sleep will never be the same for me. I really am in dire need of a hair appointment, a personal chef, and a maid would be nice. Doctors still can't settle on a specific due date, alternating from one week to the next, and then back again.

In other news-You'd think I'd misplaced my camera with how much I have documented in the last month.  When I said I was going to try to double my blog entries back in January, what I guess I meant was I was going to cut them in half. I did finish my 2011 Photobook/album and it is Amazing. And I try to show it off to everyone that I meet. Which is a little awkward for them. I also finished crocheting an afghan for the baby's blessing day and I must admit - it too is absolutely amazing. I should have that photographed and documented and blogged. Note to self. Mark is finding more and more success in his new financial planning gig. He is merging out of half of our pool business by the end of the month. And he is not loving that the weather jumped into the 90s almost overnight. He is still in Young Men's, I as Gospel Doctrine teacher. We are still the youngest in our ward - bringing the first new baby in 5 years to the congregation. That makes us sort of well received. And I recently finished my "season" wall which is my new obsession and brings happiness and color all on one shelf into my home.

Hopefully my next blog will be more interesting as this is getting really bad. Luckily, I am no alone in the "abandonment of the blog" syndrome.

Cheers

Memory Lane - Provo, UT

-- I lived in the Campus Lane apartments with some pretty fun girls. For the ward "lip sync" night they wanted to do their Where is the Love number by Black Eyed Peas. Of course they wanted back up dancers. Which is where we come in. Lisa, me and Kaylynn were to create a number to do behind them during the "rap" part of the song, and then we all had a dance during the chorus. So - we did what any truly talented choreographers would do; the head bob. 8 to the front, 8 to the side, 8 to the other side. Repeat. Mix in a hand snap rotation after 2 bob rotations. And we may have accidentally stole the show as the audience thought our dance was far more entertaining than the soloists in front of us. It was really funny.

-- One summer a friend invited myself and 11 other people to accompany him to St. George as he was participating in the Marathon there. Somehow this weekend trip was dubbed "the platonic weekend". He procured his grandparents RV and we all piled in and took a unforgettable trip that was seriously out of control. So fun.

-- I was obsessed with Rascal Flatts. When it comes to music I am WAY behind the curve so the fact that I knew some songs on the country radio was sort of a big deal for me. Part 2 of this story is my job. One of the 2 jobs I held while in school was that of the Cold Food Vending Machine stocker. It was RAD. And I had the absolute best vending partners of all time. One year - my partner was Dallas. He too liked country. And we had a rule that when a rascal flatts song came on the radio, we could not leave the truck to work until the song had finished. It was fabulous. I smile thinking of it.

-- And while we're on the subject of vending. My other partner was Cami. And we had too much fun too. We tried to learn the words to O Canada for our boss and sang it over the radio one day. She had too much money on her food card so she got me Jamba Juice all the time. We, by far, were the most efficient vending stockers you had ever seen; whipping out a machine in 7 minutes flat. (ok, so I made that number up but we were seriously rock stars). We would call in the radio stations during the "winning song" of the morning to try to win. In fact, we would sit in front of the Smith building for far too many minutes trying to get through each morning. Fail.

-- My last vending memory, (I'm telling you, it was a killer fun job). One summer I was assigned the FHP route. yes, the feminine hygiene product route. Cami went home for that summer so I got another route partner. It was a slow route until we were assigned the MTC. And a part of me felt like I was entering the forbidden forest. And it was fabulous. And I had a friend who was in the MTC and we tried to find her room. Fail. But such a fun memory.

-- My first winter semester there, I was graciously invited to go on a road trip to the grand canyon by the girl who would become my best girlfriend. We stayed in a cabin close to the canyon and although I don't remember the vast majority of the trip, I do remember Chelsea trying to keep Badger awake on the car ride down with her very random break-the-silence question starting with "so Badger...". And when Lauren and I would recap our days events usually ending with a little chant - Zim-Zim-Zimmer; Who's gonna get Ben Zimmer.

-- The second job I had while in school was the BYU Bookstore Custodial job. 4 AM baby. Another sweet deal. While many 4am-ers would say they did not enjoy their job - I totally did. It was a piece of cake. Vacuum the carpets one day, sweep the floor the next. I always wanted to be assigned the garbage route but there was only 1 guy who got to do that everyday. Guess he was somebody special. And again, the team was awesome. We had the best time. So fun.

Weekends

Life is happily moving right along here in our corner of the world. Although most of our daily life is fairly mundane and ritual - there have been a few noteworthy events that I can post just to keep my blog from looking neglected.

Several weeks ago I took a trip up to visit my dear friend and her family in Portland. We certainly enjoyed catching up on each others lives and of course reverting back to our College habits of eating too much, talking for hours, and watching movies. My favorite part of the trip was our visit to the Portland Temple. Simply beautiful and very rewarding. And to top it off, I also ran into another old collage neighbor whom I haven't talked to since we moved out 7 years ago. Kaylynn Boggs - the only girl with my name. :)

A simply delightful trip visiting a simply delightful friend always leaves us planning for another get together soon.

Another fun thing Mark and I did several weekends ago was to visit the Palace of Fine Arts and attend the A Capella Regional competition there. It was just a lovely evening and the Palace didn't dissappoint with a little romance and "mood setting".

We found a park bench overlooking the pond and dome and ate a little picnic lunch. Then it started to rain, and Mark didn't have a jacket, and we were freezing. But we stuck it out anyway because this is what I had planned dang it, and we were going to experience it rain or not! And so we did.

The singing contest was delightful, even if we were the youngest ones in attendance by about 2 generations. But alas, you attend what you like - and clearly we are a little behind our time.

Most of our weekends are just cleaning the house and catching up on bills and whatnot. You know, the usual stuff. So it is always wonderful to have a little something else to fill our scrapbook pages.

Artsy Fartsy

My amazingly talented wife and I have been trying our hand at photography and really trying to get good at all these fun things you can do with it....so I thought I would post some samples to get the public opinion....so have at it!












We like to think we are pretty good! :) We love the new hobby.

Double Standard

Here is your token photo. I don't feel totally confident putting this photo up, mostly because I feel like I pick myself apart in it-yet I love to see others and their token photos. And even a little bitter a few haven't put theirs up yet. So-to break my double standard-here is my 5.5 month update.

- why is it that we count in weeks. It just seems so...pregnancy like.

- and on that note, why does every scientific notation in the world say it takes 9 months to make a baby. Clearly 40 weeks equals 10 months. So..where does the 9 come from?

- I have no cravings, much to Mark's dismay. I find that I am eating the same now as I did pre-baby. Again, much to Mark's dismay.

- I like sleeping on my side like a city likes the plague.

- I am still not confident that I am feeling the "kicking" feeling - and that I am still in the bubbly/butterfly phase.

- We've decided on a name and I've been starting to call him by it recently, which makes it seem so real and yet so weird all at the same time.

- A shout out to my mother's genes for the long torso which makes this whole baby bump thing a breeze.

The end.

Birthday Wishes

Twas that time of year again when I get to take a weekend and celebrate simply because I am alive. And I loved this year's little trip. Mom treated us all to a weekend in Angels Camp; a short little jaunt from our home where there are a plethora of old mining towns for exploration. Plus an infamous Thrifty Ice Cream location just a stone's throw from our condo. Bonus.

Although we spent the entire weekend there, the most pictures come from our day spent in Columbia. It had been decades since my last visit, and it was fun to see mom in her walk down memory lane as she saw her little kids running round the streets that we were on. Hence this picture of Mark and I on the blue wagon. She had a moment remembering all her kids hanging on - so we induldged her with a photo op.

Of coures, one of my favorite things about my mom and husband is how well we all get along. It wasn't quite 10am and we were all in the candy shop purchasing an array of delightful treats to munch on before lunch.

As much as I love history and everything about it, I am certain I would not have been very comfortable in that era - mostly because I am not super comfortable around horses. I like them from a distance, but getting real close sort of freaks me out a little. I'm not sure why. Something about their size and strength against my own. So this picture is sort of a big deal for me. Mom and Mark were ready to saddle up and ride them through town, but I was content with just a little pat and walking away.

Another fun bit about my mom is her "no reservations" attitude. She will ask any stranger anything, walk through any fence or railing to see whats on the other side, climb rocks, and walk around "no public entry" signs if she thinks what is on the other side is worth a sight. Here is Mark taking after her lead. Mom saw the empty house and walked right through the fence up to the windows and peered right in. We both watched from a distance at first until she started boasting about how neat it all was. So-we both had to get a close up view as well. Funny lady.

A few other things from the weekend that were delightful

* The spa trips

* Movies late at night

* Our "free gift" for listening to the WorldMark presentation

* Sidewinders - dinner one night, encore the following lunch

* Thrifty Ice Cream

* Chocolate Cupcakes-it was fabulously funny the morning we all wanted one before breakfast but didn't want to be judged by the others. Finally, I just went for it and we all laughed that it was what we were all thinking.

* The old numbers psychic who was hitting on mom. She is too nice.

It was just a delightful birthday weekend! Topped off with lots of love from friends far and near. Happy Weekend. Happy Day.

My Valentine

Makes Saturday morning breakfast a celebration. Joins me in TV shows that are less than interesting for him. Welcomes me home with a smile and a kiss every day. Listens to my bizarre dreams every morning. Is giddy with joy about our upcoming arrival. Gallivants across America. Displays signs on enjoyment while visiting the history sites for me. Supports my interests. Participates in my make-believe photography skills. Overdoses on desserts. Shows consistent concern for my mothers welfare. Allows me as many fish tacos as I desire. Surprises me with notes, gifts, flowers, and trips. If there ever was a perfect match for me, it is he.