Wednesday, November 26, 2014
Well, most of the siblings got together for a whirlwind Idaho/Utah weekend. We even dragged some cousins along! I would say it was crazy fun from the time I landed, but you'd need to fast forward thru 5 hours of me working from the Salt Lake City airport to when the real fun began. Somebody (that would be me) messed something up RIGHT before leaving and was frantically trying to fix it with less than stellar resources.
One of these days, I'm going to be able to take time off work and actually not work while I'm taking time off work.
But it was crazy fun from the very moment Adam's plane landed. I was waiting at the gate for him, more than a little excited to hear how his FIRST EVER plane ride went. He informed me that it was pretty cool but he was stuck in a middle seat next to a woman breastfeeding so he mostly just stared at the back of the seat to avoid awkwardness. Cue first fit of riotous laughter.
We desperately tried to convince Morgan to skip her little work-shadow-class thing and travel to Idaho with us but she was all "Nope, I need to graduate" so we ate dinner and left her behind. Sadly! Also, Brynnan joined us, and while that seems like a side note, she was really the star of the show. We love Brynnan.
The most memorable moment on the drive to Idaho Falls was trying to open an abused can of Mountain Dew. We talked. We laughed. I love all of these people. Greg sent me pictures of Roscoe.
THE NEXT MORNING began Adam's official tour of BYU-Idaho and Rexburg, guided by me. I took him to all of the important spots. Broulims. The duck pond. Old Craigo's that isn't even Craigo's anymore. Smith 4th floor. We even saw a man proposing, I kid you not, 5 seconds after we pulled up to campus. I was like "Adam, welcome to BYU-Idaho!"
Unless you're me and you skip that part of the degree.
Truthfully though, it was fun to see how campus has evolved over the past 6 years. It's bigger and there are massive new buildings and suddenly there's a huge shopping row right across the street from my old house.
My old house!
By the end of the day and after walking a few hundred miles and enduring all of my stories, Adam was just chomping at the bit to go to school there. Just kidding. He's Adam so most of his excitement was hidden under a thick layer of sarcastic humor, but I sensed it.
At least until he had to sit down with his calculus tutor and get some homework done.
(I think they got thru half of a problem but if this is mom or dad reading then they got thru 12).
Oh yeah. We went bowling on campus and it was abysmal. Unless your name is Dylan and you start with a spare and two strikes. Congrats on breaking a hundred, Smil.
What else to say about this weekend? We spent a good portion of Saturday evening hanging out with Brynnan and Kirby at the mall...because Kirby was working there. Cousin bonding time. The Internet doesn't get to read about all of those transpired events.
Here's one picture though:
Then, at the craziest late hour, after dinner and games with grandpa (ICE IS NOT A SNACK FOOD DYLAN) we jumped on trampolines. And I got the picture of all pictures.
There it is. One take. All props go to Brynnan.
Brynnan was like an acrobatic rocket that night. I need to harness her enthusiasm for 11pm and zest for life in general.
Most importantly though, I finally got to jump into a foam pit. It was amazing until I had to get out. Then it was an ordeal.
Church and more games with grandpa and driving back to Utah listening to Dylan lecture Adam on calculus and some "I" word. Integral? Intercept? We paid a quick visit to another aunt and uncle and then headed for Provo and Morgan!
Morgan finally gave me a tour of her apartment that's been her home for over 3 years. Then we stayed at the Springhill Suites. Adam quickly claimed the couch and Dylan, Morgan, and I were all sandwiched on the bed. Morgan was the sandwich filling. Naturally we woke up giggling at 5 in the morning for no reason while Adam threw pillows at us and told us to shut up.
In between first "free" breakfast and second "free" breakfast, Morgan and Dylan gave Adam a quick BYU tour. Quick meaning it only spanned a couple of hours. We grabbed Adam a copy of the campus dating magazine but then he left it in the racquetball court where we found a ball and tried to play with our hands.
Awkward family photo! We were all concerned with where Dylan's hand was going upon post-picture inspection. Also, Morgan, never wear white for photographs again. It's hard to tell where your skin ends and your shirt begins...
And the play-by-play is finally running out of weekend. CHEERS! The next part is really sad because we all had to say goodbye. I about cried sending my little brother thru airport security and off on his flight. That was ridiculous. Then Morgan and Brynnan killed some more time with me at the mall waiting for my flight (WE SAW A DOG).
It was all too fun. The whole weekend. We visited a lot of family that we rarely get to see and we formed a lot of sibling memories. There wasn't even any fighting! I feel like we're almost maybe maturing a little.
Sunset at the Phoenix airport.
Have a great day :-)
Saturday, November 15, 2014
A week ago today I was waking up next to a few goldfish in my aunt's house thinking, "I've never been to Craters of the Moon..." Fast-forward thru waking the siblings up and bacon and eggs for breakfast and we were en route on an unseasonably warm Idaho morning. The highway was mostly deserted and Adam was questioning if he would even enjoy this place and I was so happy to be with a couple of my siblings in the middle of nowhere.
We hiked all the hikes and climbed thru all the caves and drove every mile of the camouflaged black road, winding across the lunar-like landscape. Adam made us laugh just about every time he opened his mouth to speak and Dylan proved an adventure buddy equal, like she always does. The cave explorations were especially humorous because all we had were a few borrowed, dim flashlights. Adam got the dimmest, of course, so his narrations were particularly humorous. He was also the lazy hiker, attempting to just curl up at the trailhead and wait for our return.
Our teasing was proportionally scaled to the fact the he was less than two weeks into recovery from an emergency appendectomy.
The missed opportunity of the trip was not packing in supplies and a laptop to sit in one of the darker caves and watch Batman. That would have been soooo cool.
I never tire of earth.
Have a great day :-)
Thursday, October 30, 2014
The Saturday we spent in Nebraska is going down as one of my Top Ten Favorite Days of 2014.
I woke up to the smell of waffles wafting all the way from the kitchen down the stairs to the furthest reaches of my basement bedroom. It didn't take long for me to throw on a sweater and follow my nose up those stairs to breakfast. Upon reaching the landing, I found my dad sitting in the old blue rocking chair, reading the news on his laptop, with the following confession: "I may have mixed up the french toast and waffle recipes half-way thru."
Sure enough, eggy waffles. But nothing a gallon of syrup couldn't mask!
The siblings eventually joined in and it became very easy to procrastinate my planned long run with bonding time. If I remember correctly, this involved Roscoe and seeing who could successfully army-crawl under him without getting trampled.
Eventually I got into my running clothes but then Adam's football uniform side-tracked me on my way out and all too soon we were lining up in the living room so I could test it out.
I'm especially fond of the picture of Christ between us..
Greg was sitting on the couch, reminding me that this was a bad idea, but still prepared to document the display.
Not surprisingly, I got owned. Several times. But emerged with a new, healthier appreciation for football. Those pads definitely did not turn me into the Hulk like I'd previously suspected.
Roscoe helped me up. Good boy.
Finally, two hours later than planned, I leashed pups up and we headed on our run in the country. The air was crisp and the combines were harvesting and it's been long enough since high school track that I love running on those country roads again.
We returned with enough time to join the family in the "what do we do with the rest of the day?" debate. My idea to go to the pumpkin patch won out. Everyone rolled their eyes but then they loved it.
It was a lot more than just a pumpkin patch. I attempted a corn maze for the first time in my life. Is this not crazy considering I grew up in Nebraska? I guess I got my fill of corn fields actually WORKING in them. Tourists.
We didn't actually finish the corn maze. At least not at the designated "end". Ok, Adam and Greg did. But mom and dad and Jordan and I wandered forever until we finally ended up emerging back at the start.
Prairie golf was a highlight. I just about knocked Greg in the head with one of my shots though. But a 9-year-old complimented my sunglasses! They're the same ones I got for free at the DC marathon expo...
More importantly, we didn't keep score so we'd all still love each other at the end.
Not pictured: tractor rides and animals and kettle corn and homemade icecream. My only regret is that I didn't get to ride the cow train. Or chuck pumpkins.
Speaking of pumpkins, Greg and I did leave with 4 pie pumpkins and plans but Roscoe has since gotten bored and defaced a few of them whilst unsupervised.
From there the day migrated to Wal-Mart in Hastings so we could buy a couple new frisbee golf discs and get mom some caffeine, cleverly disguised as dad's drink. This was an "ah-ha!" moment for Greg as he now understands that this is a family tradition and not just my own annoying quirk.
When we arrived at the frisbee golf course around Lake Hastings, we froze for a few moments while passing the "Professional Frisbee Golf Tournament" banner and seeing a bunch of really serious frisbee golfers milling about. No way were we going to play in front of people who knew what they were doing! But they were on their way out so false alarm.
The game was a hoot. My mom had an uncanny ability to narrowly miss Greg with each of her throws, even when he was standing behind her. Greg had an uncanny ability to be annoyingly good and break the NOT KEEPING SCORE rule. Though he made up for it below. The leaves were golden and the sun was shining and I found myself on the ground in laughing fits at times. There were several close calls but we finished the game with all of our limbs.
Play continued on the back nine while my parents went to buy sandwiches for a picnic. This is when we discovered a hole that actually required throwing across the lake. Greg and Adam went for it, but not before Greg prefaced the throwing with "Don't attempt this hole if you're not POSITIVE you can make it across the lake."
He then proceeded to throw his frisbee into the lake.
I died laughing and then I died again when he took his shoes off and actually ventured in, determined to rescue his frisbee. The water was COLD but I don't think I've ever seen him more determined in all my life. I was quite in love with him at that moment, bracing my overcome-with-laughter body against a picnic table.
He wasn't successful but we did find a nice frisbee that one of the "professionals" had left behind so we left with an even count.
Also of note, Adam rescued his frisbee from the very top of a tree.
We have much progress to make when it comes to frisbee golf. Clearly.
And to end this Top Ten of 2014 days, movie night. Well, Roscoe and I went for one more run in the country as the sun was setting and THAT was spectacular. Then movie night. Nobody actually made it thru movie night awake, but still.
I loved that Saturday.
Have a great day :-)