Wednesday, June 10, 2009

New life

I'm sitting at the computer shivering now because I refuse to turn on the heat when it's almost mid-June even though it's 63 degrees in the house. We keep getting showers or mist or thunderstorms and when I look up all I see is grey and clouds, and clouds and more clouds. I'm feeling as gloomy as the weather and I think webs are beginning to grow between my toes.

Everything is staying green much longer than normal because of all this abnormal moisture although the plants in the garden are growing at a snails pace and the seeds Dean planted are refusing to show their heads. However, not everything is waiting for warmer weather. In between rain showers the other night I was dragging up the lawn mower from the back yard to the front yard, cursing the extension cord which always get caught on something and yanks me back (yes, we have the only electric mower in the whole city and probably the whole state) when I thought I saw a dead mouse in the grass.

When I looked closer I saw this. A baby bird hiding in the grass was an excellent reason to postpone mowing the rest of the yard.


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Thursday, June 4, 2009

Winning The Bid

In early May the local art museum held its annual "postcards of the west" event. This is a fundraiser where several rooms of postcard-sized art donated by local artists are auctioned. Each bidder writes their bid on a sheet posted by the artwork. Rooms close for bidding at posted times so as the end of bidding in each room nears, people tend to hover around the piece they've bid on so they can place a last-minute bid if they discover someone has bid above them.

This year Dean created and entered a postcard for the auction using traditional paints instead of beer cans.

Leslie brought Emerson and Myra to the event and they had their first experience hob-nobbing with local "artistes" and partaking of the refreshments. Myra, who usually seems to survive on air, spent a large portion of her evening filling her plate with handfuls of pretzels or chips, carefully carrying her plate back to the table, devouring the whole plateful and then going back for more.

Once the food lost its attraction (as in was taken away) we wandered from room to room writing our bids on the art work we hoped to win. Emerson learned the hard way the fine art of sneaky, last-minute bidding. She had bid (okay, I did it for her) on a painting of cowgirls in brightly painted pink shirts. We stood watching as the time was counted down ... 30 seconds, 15 seconds...when a teenage girl rushed over, increased the bid by $5.00 and won the painting. Having learned our lesson, in the next room we covered our bases by bidding on two paintings Emerson liked and a painting of cowboy boots that Myra really loved. Leslie and Emerson stood guard in front of Emerson's chosen artwork (which she won) while Myra and I watched the boots. Once again came the countdown, but this time when a woman bid above us on Myra's boots with 30 seconds left we were prepared. I immediately stepped up and increased the bid, writing so slowly there would be no time left for anyone else. Myra was really excited she'd won. I was excited she'd won because Myra wears cowboy boots with everything, not the least of which have been her swimming suit and snowsuit. I'm sure the only reason she wasn't wearing them with her Sunday finest at the art auction was because Leslie wouldn't let her.

As in the previous rooms, once the bid closed, women in white gloves swooped in and carried away all the art on the walls. I looked over at Myra, who 20 seconds earlier had been so excited she had won the boots, and she was standing in complete silence with wide, confused eyes watching a lady take her boots and carry them away. Pretty soon her face crumpled and big tears started falling. I told her that she would get to keep the boots and those ladies were just taking the picture so Papa could pay for it but by then the big tears had progressed to deep sobbing. So I got down on my knees, nose to nose, held her wet, snotty face in my hands and told her again that she really would get to keep the boots picture. She would stop sobbing long enough to say "okay" and then start up again. Fortunately it was the last room we had any bids on so shortly after we were able to collect our artwork and Emerson and Myra headed for home clutching their artwork in their laps.

I took the following photo at Leslie and Ryan's as Leslie was trying to get Pierce ready for a bath. The little skinny legs behind the door are his. Once he discovered we were outside taking a picture he would run up to the door buck naked, jump around, squeal, run away and then immediately run back and do the same thing again. If the photo seems a bit blurred or off-center or just not very good it's because I saw nothing but a blur in the view-finder since I had no reading glasses with me and just as I was ready to take the picture (I tried 3 or 4 of them) a naked boy would pop up at the door. It's hard to take a good picture when you're blind and laughing.


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Sunday, April 26, 2009

Plans Gone Awry

The "winter that refuses to go away" has become the number one topic of conversation in the office, in the grocery store, at the gym and pretty much anywhere I go. When there was a break in the weather early in the week and it actually warmed up into the low 70s, the excitement that winter might finally leave us was palpable.

When the onion starts arrived in the mail this week the possibility of spring seemed a real possibility, not just a dream. Gardening was actually going to happen at our house this weekend after the long winter wait.



Or not.....

Friday night------------



Saturday morning we saw two inches of snow on the ground but by mid-afternoon it had all melted and temperatures were in the mid-40s. We Wyomingites (even those of us who were transplanted) are a resilient breed and Dean decided since the garden was too wet to work in, on Sunday he'd paint one of the kitchen walls instead. Note that I said "one" wall. There's no getting carried away at our house. Yes, sadly, nearly 16 months after our kitchen remodeling was completed there is only one stained doorway and no new paint on any walls. I accept no responsibility since I am forbidden to touch any staining or painting materials. Painting has to wait until it's warm enough to open doors and windows to dissipate the paint smell (so I've been told) and Sunday that was going to happen. That was the plan anyway.



Yesterday he purchased the paint.



This morning we woke up to this:





There will be no painting or staining today. If you're sick of seeing snow photos on this blog, I'm even sicker of all the opportunities I've had to post them.

On the bright side the grandkids have been entertaining this week. Pierce discovered a dress-up "stole" Abby sent back and fell in love with it.



Yesterday we took the girls to see the movie Earth

We loaded up with popcorn, drinks and Starburst and settled in. Myra is so small that when she sat in the theatre seat the front of the seat would fold up so her knees were nearly touching her nose. Consequently she watched the movie from my lap. I kept a close watch each time she reached for her drink and when she spilled it on herself near the end of the movie she did it so smoothly that I didn't even notice until she told me her shirt was wet. I thought for a moment she would be watching the rest of the movie in her underwear but she was satisfied with just holding her shirt away from her chest.

I don't think the panoramic views of breathtaking waterfalls or desert landscapes were their favorite parts but I did hear alot of whispered questions and answers about animals from Dean and Emerson. Myra asked me several times "is it over?" "is it almost over?" and finally, "this is a really long movie." On the way home as we asked them how they liked the movie and which animals they liked best the responses included: "Elephants" (Myra), "Pandas" (Emerson) although there were no Pandas in this movie, and Emerson said, "I saw this movie already" even though it had only been released three days earlier. I think they enjoyed "Earth" but next time I think we'll choose a Pixar movie.◦
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Sunday, April 19, 2009

Birthdays and Buttons

We spent last weekend in Lincoln with Abby helping her celebrate her birthday. She has reached the ripe old age of 28 and I'm beginning to understand what my dad means when he tells me he feels older on his kids' birthdays than he does on his own.



(If you zoom into the picture you can see the cool little icing insects)


While we were in Lincoln we spent most of Saturday at an auction. Abby and I were checking out the treasures on one of the many tables when I heard the auctioneer call out, "buttons". Leslie loves to collect any and all things vintage and buttons are one of her favorites. So I immediately raised my hand straight and high in the air so there would be no doubt that I was interested in said buttons. I was so excited I forgot to lower my arm once I got the nod from the auctioneer. I just stood there, arm straight and tall as the auctioneer continued to ask for bids. All I could see were heads in front of me so I had no idea how many jars of vintage buttons I was bidding on. The auctioneer was calling for bids, my heart rate was increasing and I was thinking "how high should I bid, how high should I bid, when I heard, "sold for a buck fifty!". Inwardly gloating about my great auction deal and imagining how excited Leslie was going to be, I reached out to take the yellow plastic grocery bag held out to me. "That's weird", I thought. "Why are these buttons just thrown in a bag?"

I did buy approximately 20 vintage buttons. Turns out they just weren't quite what I'd anticipated.










Yes, Trinity. One will be winging it's way to you soon.◦
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Sunday, April 5, 2009

The Globe Is Not Warming Here

It was another spring weekend in Wyoming....


Lily was forced to find an alternative place to nap since there was no sun to warm her basket.....



There was nothing to do but shovel (that would be Dean), finish another block for Myra's nursery rhyme quilt



and bake....



If anybody out there is actually reading this, please send sunshine and warm air our way. Dean's arms are beginning to look like sticks and I swear his nose is turning orange and has grown long and pointy.....◦
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Monday, March 23, 2009

Snow Shovel: $19.97/A Neighbor With a Snowblower: Priceless!

Yesterday--65 degrees, blue skies and bright sun. We spent the weekend working in the yard.



Today. 18 inches and counting...






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Sunday, March 8, 2009

Chirps, Tweets, Faces and Books

I have to admit don't get the whole facebook thing. Yes, I am "on" facebook (if you can call a name with no personal info. or photos "on") because sometime in the past I got an e-mail asking me to be somebody's friend. Barely knowing what I was doing, I signed myself up. Now have lots of friends. It could be anywhere between one and seven-hundred and ninety-seven. I honestly don't know because once I got my face up there I've never gone back.

I've heard stories on NPR about tweeting and friending ...

http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=101265831

and been following Doonesbury's cartoons ...

http://www.doonesbury.com/strip/dailydose/index.html?uc_full_date=20090302

but I still just don't get it. Who has time to tweet everything they're doing or read all the other tweets I assume you get if you're a really good friend. Why would anybody want to read little snippets of my daily life anyway? Because if I was tweeting today here's what you'd read:

Tweet, tweet...

woke up cranky
hate this time of year
no snow to ski
too muddy to hike
wind is howling
worried I won't like breakfast because Dean just asked me if I'd rather have warmed up left-over pancakes
Dean made a skillet breakfast with asparagus in it
I hate asparagus
Dean thinks it's funny I am picking out asparagus
wonder how long it'll take me to throw Dean's possessions out on the front lawn
thinking about what I can eat since I'm still hungry
making a sourdough carrot cake
just discovered the key ingredient in my recipe is missing
looking for new recipe on-line
cake is baking
mixing up sourdough pumpkin bread now

blah, blah, blah, blah....

Really, is this what you'd want to read? Oh, wait...........that's pretty much what I would have blogged anyway except I would have spoken in complete sentences and added photos.

So, all my news facebook "friends". Let's hear from you? Why DO you tweet, twitter and poke.◦
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Sunday, March 1, 2009

Surprise!

We finally made it to Lincoln last weekend and surprised Abby by bringing Leslie and the kids along with us. Nine hours in a vehicle with a 5, 3 and 1.5 year old is a completely different experience than the trips Dean and I take alone. It didn't take long to remember why we used to travel at night while the girls slept. I became an instant supporter of portable dvd players and was thankful it was Leslie's minivan, not our car, that suffered the consequences of the myriad selection of treats we'd brought along. Pierce's favorite treat was the little bags of round fruit-flavored snacks. He would stuff his cheeks with them and then let them melt slowly away with an occasional small drip of reddish juice running out of the corner of his mouth. I never figured out if he couldn't chew them because they were sticky or if he just loved the feel of round lumps in his cheeks. Whatever it was, he probably ate six or eight little packages of them himself. Other than "eating" the melting fruit snacks, his other favorite activity was dropping his sippy cup into the area between carseat and cardoor where nobody can reach it without opening the door (which nobody was interested in doing at 75 mph) and then expecting somebody to get it for him.

The plan was for us to pull up to Abby's apartment, I'd call her saying we were approximately 15 minutes away as a distraction, while Leslie and the kids creeped up and knocked on her door. As it turned out, Abby happened to be indisposed at the time so I was calling, getting voice mail, calling again, getting voice mail, Leslie was knocking on the door, I'm still calling, getting voice mail, Abby (she tells us later) is yelling, "I'm coming, I'm coming,", phone is still ringing, Leslie is now beating on the door and trying to open it when finally Abby makes it to the door. We provided sufficient distraction and she was definitely surprised.

My dad and Dean's mom stopped by the first night.



We visited the Henry Doorly zoo in Omaha where Pierce got to see his middle name, the Kestrel....



and visited some family. My sister, Shelly, told Myra she should come and live on the farm with her. Myra informed her that she could not do that. Her dad would miss her and she was a human so she couldn't live on a farm.



Then it was another nine hours in the minivan back home. The only sound during the first three hours was the radio and the gentle snoring of exhausted children. Abby had bought Emerson and Myra one of the little animated animals you often see in front of toy stores. One was the weasel rolling around on a ball and the other was a little hamster rolling in his ball. The girls were concerned most of the trip home that one of the little "animals" was in a box with no holes for breathing and they were worried for the animal's well-being. Otherwise, the trip was uneventful and very similar to the trip out. Pierce once again stuffed his cheeks with fruit-flavored snacks, once again it dripped out the corner of his mouth and once again I was thankful for portable dvd players.◦
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Monday, February 16, 2009

Weekend at home

We should have been in Lincoln visiting Abby this weekend but mother nature decided it was Nebraska's turn for a snowstorm so at the last minute we decided to reschedule for next weekend. That meant all at once we had a three-day weekend and nothing planned. I suggested to Dean that if he needed something to do over the weekend I could use some shelves in my sewing room to hold fabric. It could have been that he felt pity on me after he actually looked in the room...




Or it could have been he was reciprocating because I was such a caring and considerate wife after his gallbladder surgery the end of January...

Whatever the reason, I now have wonderful shelves in my closet and they're neatly stacked with fabric.





If Dean would have followed the classic gallbladder symptoms he would have avoided four years of multiple doctor appts., two endoscopies and probably hundreds of Prilosec tablets. But true to form, Dean chose to be different and and none of his symptoms pointed to a gallbladder problem. The doctor finally sent him for an ultrasound on his gallbladder and lo and behold there was a gallstone big as life. He's now all healed up and even back running at the gym. I'm sure my made-from-scratch chicken noodle soup, replete with homemade noodles, aided in his recovery--even if it did have "a nice layer of fat on the top" as Dean pointed out to me after his first spoonful.

When we weren't building or filling new closet shelves we were up on the mountain skiing. Okay, not all the time but we did go up once. We woke up yesterday to trees decorated with beautiful frost.



The trees on the mountain were loaded with snow so whenever there was a gust of wind the snow would come falling off and it was like skiing in a snowstorm.

In between skiing, building and filling shelves and cleaning the house I baked french bread and cinnamon circles. We each sampled the cinnamon circles but in the interest of keeping our veins somewhat cleared of butter the rest of them will be going to work.


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Thursday, January 22, 2009

Cruisin'

Our pre-cruise night in Florida was warm and sunny. In anticipation of bright sunshine and hot weather, I had told Dean he was crazy to be bringing the fleece jacket he was packing. As it turned out, that sunshine in Florida was the best chance we had to be warm and get tan (or sunburned if you're me). Turns out Dean wore that jacket at some point almost every day and I was thankful I had accidentally brought my own jacket because our cruise weather was predominantly cool, cloudy and at times rainy with moments of sun.

We dressed for the wedding before departing for the ship. Little did we know this was the warmest we would be for seven days.



Emily and Jaret were married on the ship at 1:00 p.m., a reception was held in one of the nightclubs where Dean and I pretended we knew how to dance and at 4:00 p.m. the ship sailed.



This photo was taken in the lobby of the ship.



One of the first things I learned is that the seasickness patch and I do not agree. My mouth tasted like I had gargled, swished and spit with a concoction of liquid metal and goat urine and then stuck cotton balls to the sticky leftover liquid inside my mouth. Imagine how that would affect your stomach and you'll have an idea of how I felt. After trying to relieve the dryness of my mouth by drinking five hundred and twenty-two gallons of water and setting a personal best record of peeing five times in one night I'd finally had enough, and on the third morning I ripped the patch off. Of course later that day the seas got choppy, I got nervous and put another patch on. A day later I decided I'd rather puke my guts out with seasickness than continue feeling the way I was so off it came again only to discover I don't get seasick anyway.

We signed up for a cheap room which was in the interior of the ship on the second deck near the front. I was surprised to discover that the gentle sway of the ship resulted in the best sleep I can remember having, even when the swaying came with an intermittent BANG! as the front of the ship came down and hit the water during the choppy seas we experienced.

One night during my dry mouth period, on one of my many trips to the bathroom I wanted to drink a glass of water before returning to bed, however when I turned on the tap nothing came out. Being new to cruising I was surprised but I just figured each room was only allotted so much water. I knew I hadn't taken a long shower the night before so I shrugged, figured Dean must have been the water hog and took my dry mouth back to bed. The next morning we walked out the door to wet carpet and several crew members hard at work repairing a broken water pipe and drying the carpet. The nice part of the story is everybody affected by the lack of water was credited one day's room cost.

We ate dinner every night with 688 (of 3,500) of our new best friends and two of those nights were elegant evenings when we all put on our finest duds. The servers were awesome. After the first night they knew your name, remembered if you had coffee with dessert, and what roll you preferred. Several nights as we were eating dessert (which of course we never turned down) they would all quickly gather around this huge stairway in the dining room and sing, some of them even dancing on tables, and then immediately return to their duties.





Monday was Cozumel. Within minutes Dean had crawled over the short wall to collect coral from the beach.



This is before Dean got in trouble from the friendly security people for crawling over the short wall to collect coral from the beach.



Cruise ships are gigantic and are like small cities. Ours was eleven decks tall with several elevators, a huge casino, a large auditorium, multiple stores to shop in, a gym, a full spa, bars and nightclubs everywhere, and multiple pools and hot tubs.





Tuesday we were in Belize City and took a city bus tour with Dean's mom and sister. We were told Belize City was not a safe place to explore on your own. Dean's reaction was, "oh, they're just saying that." However when we took the tour we discovered it was a very poor city that had been hit by the hurricane recently and the only thing we would have been exploring on our own would have been extreme poverty. We were allowed off the bus once to visit a church. All of the schools are church-affiliated and as I was walking around I could hear school children in the school next door chanting their lessons.



Wednesday was Costa Maya, on the Yucatan peninsula, where we took a bus two hours inland and got to not only view, but crawl all over some Mayan ruins. Our tour guide was really knowledgeable. We learned that the Mayan calendar is more precise than the one we use. It has a 52 year cycle and at the end of each cycle the Mayans believed they needed to replace everything they owned--not only their clothes and possessions but also their buildings and temples. They would build over and around the existing buildings and temples. We were able to see at least three different 52-year periods exposed in the ruins we toured. It was our favorite excursion off the ship.



One time during the week there was a chocolate buffet. We, of course, felt an obligation to sample the dozens of different types of cakes, candies, puddings and anything else that can possibly be made with chocolate. We were told the average weight gain on a cruise can be anywhere between 7 to 14 pounds. Imagine that. Thankfully, between being relatively careful and walking or hitting the elliptical, I managed to get by with only a couple of added pounds. Dean hasn't fessed up to his weight gain yet but the guy ran just about every day and put me to shame in the workout department. I walked the track with Dean's sisters once on a day when the winds rivaled even those in Wyoming.




Friday we docked in Nassau and just to tease us the sun actually peaked its head out for a short time. Our excursion for Nassau was "beach day", however the beach we were supposed to go to was closed because the water was too rough so we were led to one of the fancy resort beaches. By the time we got to the beach, later spent time finding our designated food coupon area for lunch and found our way back through the resort to the ship, our "day on the beach" was really an hour on the beach.

This is one of the few times we needed to wear sunglasses. We're trying to pretend like the water's warm.



We walked through a pretty cool aquarium on the way through the resort and saw our only fish of the trip.




In between excursions and eating we spent alot of time sitting out on the Lido deck just hanging out and visiting with Dean's family and friends. It was great to catch up with everybody and see people we don't get the chance to visit with very often and it was our favorite part of the trip.



Saturday morning we left the ship at 8:30 a.m. and were shuttled to the Orlando airport with the other 48 wedding guests. Instead of spending an exciting day at the airport waiting for our 5:30 p.m. flight we were able to get standby flights and departed at noon. We arrived in Denver to warmer weather than we'd left in Orlando and after a four hour drive we arrived home by 10:00 p.m. We spent the next day swaying back and forth as we walked around the house which was weird but I missed the sway of the ship while I slept.

So we have returned from our first cruise a bit heavier and just as pale as when we left but we got new snow last night so we'll be out on the trails this afternoon burning off all that wonderful cruise food.

Oh, and as an aside. If you borrow a camera from your daughter before a big trip, get a small lesson, or explore the camera a bit before you leave. Maybe then you'll realize before the last day of your trip that there was a zoom feature you could have been using.◦
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