I *heart* the Jungfrau Region
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
old things.
There are places in Europe like voices from the past. It is deep rooted history. It is a testament to the human spirit; the ability of our stories to survive.We were able to go back to some places in Pete's mission. Here in Dresden, Germany is a church that was obliterated in the fire bombings of the war. Now rebuilt with some of the original bricks, it is amazing to see the history live on even in the face of disaster.
I am in love with Europe for that fact. Everything is so old. Everything has so much history. You can see that time is trying to take a grasp on these structures, trying to take the past as her own. But things are preserved, things are rebuilt, the voices live on.
The Official Tour
Not only is Dee a historian,
He's a fabulous tour guide as well!
Thanks for the behind the scenes look at York!
Scarborough
the beach: a seaside excursion.
It was a very typical English sort of day--grey, cold, and rainny but there were still people out on the north shore surfing. The waves were much better there than the south shore (where we went up to the water's edge). Maybe one day I can surf the English coastline. One can dream.
I am drawn to water like waves to the shore;
I feel the pull of the tide within me.
I feel the pull of the tide within me.
York
I am in love with a little place called York, England. Not only is it cute and full of charm, it is also tauted as the most haunted city in all the world! Or so they say. And I believe.
London
Arrived into Gatwick. Saw: Big Ben; Westminster Abbey; House of Parliment; River Thames; The London Eye; The Strand; Soho; Liecester Square; The Tube; Tate Gallery; Wicked. . . Departed for York.It was a fabulous time.
Honeymoon Extravaganza 2K6
stop number one: snowbird
The view from the top of the world. Okay, it's really just the view from the top of the Tram. Hidden Peak to be more exact. This is where the adventure began; Pete proposed up here, so it was the perfect place to start our Honeymoon Extravaganza 2K6.
eternal happiness
it's been six months of wedded bliss,it's about time for the honeymoon
recap. enjoy the next few posts.
I love you, peter.
ey2K6!
Monday, March 26, 2007
Friday, March 23, 2007
one-hundred and one
one: I like to use people's full names when talking about them.
two: I was born on a magic minute ("3:33, good things always happen at 3:33!")
three: I'm a good eater. I practice a lot.
four: I'm hungry right now.
five: peter and I got haircuts last night and now I look sassy and he looks hot.
six: my friend lisa b. usually cuts my hair, but sometimes my little sister cuts it. I used to have my friend sarah cut it back in high school.
seven: I don't like to pay for haircuts.
eight: I have some pretty sweet grey hair.
nine: this list was inspired by my sister, who has a pretty rad list herself.
ten: I don't like to talk about myself, but I love to write about myself.
eleven: that's why I like to fill out those stupid email questionnaire forwards.
twelve: I also like looking at pictures of myself.
thirteen: I swear I'm not vain.
fourteen: I really really really love my family. old and new.
fifteen: I have a passion for running. but sometimes I don't like to run. (it can be a love-hate relationship at times)
sixteen: I also have a passion for being physically active.
seventeen: this is my psychic number.
eighteen: I think the great salt lake is a jewel in the desert and very under-rated and beautiful. plus you can float in it.
nineteen: my ten year high school reunion is this year.
twenty: I can't believe I'm that old already.
twenty one: I went to the dentist a couple weeks ago and he said I would have my teeth for the next hundred years. hurrah!
twenty two: I floss regularly.
twenty three: my motto is: pee clear!
twenty four: I'm a firm believer in hydration.
twenty five: I am only recently learning how to do my hair.
twenty six: I wear mascara sometimes now too.
twenty seven: I survived the floods of '83
twenty eight: I am slightly obsessed with the color pink.
twenty nine: my favorite color is really blue, though.
thirty: I realized I might be in love with my husband while I was puking at his sister's house.
thirty one: I now know that I was right.
thirty two: I get cold easily.
thirty three: I learned to wakeboard last summer and fell in love with it.
thirty four: I like to gamble with other people's money.
thirty five: I recently learned that I really like to cook.
thirty six: when I was young I took art classes. . .
thirty seven: cooking classes. . .
thirty eight: sewing classes. . .
thirty nine: I also had clarinet and saxaphone lessons. . .
forty: played soccer. . .
forty one: junior jazz. . .
forty two: and I ran track. (in junior high)
forty three: I was always ahead of my time, paving the way for women's sports. I was the only girl on my first soccer team (when I was five) and junior jazz teams (in junior high).
forty four: I really love that my mom put me in so many different kinds of lessons, even if she forgot to come pick me up sometimes.
forty five: I want to run a marathon in every state. you only have to run in ten of them to get into the club.
forty six: I've ran in three different states so far.
forty seven: my fourth state is coming in may.
forty eight: I really, really like spring.
forty nine: I try to pretend I'm hardcore, even if I'm not.
fifty: I wish I was more artistic.
fifty one: some of my hair never grows.
fifty two: thus the natural mullet.
fifty three: I keep my hair pretty short, so hopefully it doesn't look like I actually have a mullet.
fifty four: I like stories about ghosts.
fifty five: I only watch three shows on tv right now (regularly): the office, lost, and ellen.
fifty six: I haven't seen any episodes of 24 this season, so that's why it didn't make the list.
fifty seven: I love that pete and I walk to the grocery store with a big backpack.
fifty eight: I also love that we re-use ziplock baggies.
fifty nine: I love that we juice.
sixty: I love that peter makes frozen burritos.
sixty one: I'm the secretary in the YW presidency.
sixty two: Usually we have more leaders than YW come to church.
sixty three: I like fruity, slushy beverages.
sixty four: I used to be addicted to iceberg shakes.
sixty five: it's not a good addiction.
sixty six: me and my friends in high school started the trend of wearing pajama pants to school.
sixty seven: I am in love with the banjo.
sixty eight: I had the biggest crush on this guy in high school who had curly hair and wore vests all the time. we called him curly vest guy.
sixty nine: he ended up marrying stupid striped shirt girl.
seventy: I have a configuration of scars on my right leg that make an arrow.
seventy one: I am scared of soap bubbles.
seventy two: my body shuts down when it's hot.
seventy three: I wonder if my list will inspire other listies.
seventy four: I like making lists.
seventy five: I like writing numbers out.
sevent six: I like the word o'clock.
seventy seven: I am in love with ancient lake bonneville.
seventy eight: I doodle with words.
seventy nine: I love the smell of dead, muddy grass.
eighty: one-hundred and one is a big number.
eighty one: sometimes I miss the 90's. . . those were good days.
eighty two: sisters are the best things in the world.
eighty three: brothers are pretty cool too.
eighty four: sometimes when I look out of my eyes I feel like I'm my mom. that sounds weird. I think it's because we have a lot of the same facial features.
eighty five: I am a disease twinny jo jo.
eighty six: I'm a frisbee snob. (or frisbee fag, as reed would say)
eighty seven: I've met adam duritz and the other band members of counting crows on several occasions.
eighty eight: david bryson even laughed at a joke I made.
eighty nine: I've also met rivers cuomo and matt (they're old bass player) from weezer.
ninety: my first name is a palindrome.
ninety one: my maiden name is an adverb.
ninety two: when I get excited about things I start talking really loudly.
ninety three: I cry a lot. even if I feel it's not something to be crying over. I get it from my mother.
ninety four: I hate waking up in the morning.
ninety five: I can't stay awake in movies. (usually in the theater I can, don't worry)
ninety six: I am drawn to the ocean like waves to the shore.
[the next four are from my cutest husband, peter]
ninety seven: "I had a dream that my wife was a baby."
ninety eight: "my baby has really cute hair, curly or straight."
ninety nine: "she's an amazing cook."
one-hundred: "she works out every single day and makes fun of people who work out every single day."
one-hundred and one: I love my life.
two: I was born on a magic minute ("3:33, good things always happen at 3:33!")
three: I'm a good eater. I practice a lot.
four: I'm hungry right now.
five: peter and I got haircuts last night and now I look sassy and he looks hot.
six: my friend lisa b. usually cuts my hair, but sometimes my little sister cuts it. I used to have my friend sarah cut it back in high school.
seven: I don't like to pay for haircuts.
eight: I have some pretty sweet grey hair.
nine: this list was inspired by my sister, who has a pretty rad list herself.
ten: I don't like to talk about myself, but I love to write about myself.
eleven: that's why I like to fill out those stupid email questionnaire forwards.
twelve: I also like looking at pictures of myself.
thirteen: I swear I'm not vain.
fourteen: I really really really love my family. old and new.
fifteen: I have a passion for running. but sometimes I don't like to run. (it can be a love-hate relationship at times)
sixteen: I also have a passion for being physically active.
seventeen: this is my psychic number.
eighteen: I think the great salt lake is a jewel in the desert and very under-rated and beautiful. plus you can float in it.
nineteen: my ten year high school reunion is this year.
twenty: I can't believe I'm that old already.
twenty one: I went to the dentist a couple weeks ago and he said I would have my teeth for the next hundred years. hurrah!
twenty two: I floss regularly.
twenty three: my motto is: pee clear!
twenty four: I'm a firm believer in hydration.
twenty five: I am only recently learning how to do my hair.
twenty six: I wear mascara sometimes now too.
twenty seven: I survived the floods of '83
twenty eight: I am slightly obsessed with the color pink.
twenty nine: my favorite color is really blue, though.
thirty: I realized I might be in love with my husband while I was puking at his sister's house.
thirty one: I now know that I was right.
thirty two: I get cold easily.
thirty three: I learned to wakeboard last summer and fell in love with it.
thirty four: I like to gamble with other people's money.
thirty five: I recently learned that I really like to cook.
thirty six: when I was young I took art classes. . .
thirty seven: cooking classes. . .
thirty eight: sewing classes. . .
thirty nine: I also had clarinet and saxaphone lessons. . .
forty: played soccer. . .
forty one: junior jazz. . .
forty two: and I ran track. (in junior high)
forty three: I was always ahead of my time, paving the way for women's sports. I was the only girl on my first soccer team (when I was five) and junior jazz teams (in junior high).
forty four: I really love that my mom put me in so many different kinds of lessons, even if she forgot to come pick me up sometimes.
forty five: I want to run a marathon in every state. you only have to run in ten of them to get into the club.
forty six: I've ran in three different states so far.
forty seven: my fourth state is coming in may.
forty eight: I really, really like spring.
forty nine: I try to pretend I'm hardcore, even if I'm not.
fifty: I wish I was more artistic.
fifty one: some of my hair never grows.
fifty two: thus the natural mullet.
fifty three: I keep my hair pretty short, so hopefully it doesn't look like I actually have a mullet.
fifty four: I like stories about ghosts.
fifty five: I only watch three shows on tv right now (regularly): the office, lost, and ellen.
fifty six: I haven't seen any episodes of 24 this season, so that's why it didn't make the list.
fifty seven: I love that pete and I walk to the grocery store with a big backpack.
fifty eight: I also love that we re-use ziplock baggies.
fifty nine: I love that we juice.
sixty: I love that peter makes frozen burritos.
sixty one: I'm the secretary in the YW presidency.
sixty two: Usually we have more leaders than YW come to church.
sixty three: I like fruity, slushy beverages.
sixty four: I used to be addicted to iceberg shakes.
sixty five: it's not a good addiction.
sixty six: me and my friends in high school started the trend of wearing pajama pants to school.
sixty seven: I am in love with the banjo.
sixty eight: I had the biggest crush on this guy in high school who had curly hair and wore vests all the time. we called him curly vest guy.
sixty nine: he ended up marrying stupid striped shirt girl.
seventy: I have a configuration of scars on my right leg that make an arrow.
seventy one: I am scared of soap bubbles.
seventy two: my body shuts down when it's hot.
seventy three: I wonder if my list will inspire other listies.
seventy four: I like making lists.
seventy five: I like writing numbers out.
sevent six: I like the word o'clock.
seventy seven: I am in love with ancient lake bonneville.
seventy eight: I doodle with words.
seventy nine: I love the smell of dead, muddy grass.
eighty: one-hundred and one is a big number.
eighty one: sometimes I miss the 90's. . . those were good days.
eighty two: sisters are the best things in the world.
eighty three: brothers are pretty cool too.
eighty four: sometimes when I look out of my eyes I feel like I'm my mom. that sounds weird. I think it's because we have a lot of the same facial features.
eighty five: I am a disease twinny jo jo.
eighty six: I'm a frisbee snob. (or frisbee fag, as reed would say)
eighty seven: I've met adam duritz and the other band members of counting crows on several occasions.
eighty eight: david bryson even laughed at a joke I made.
eighty nine: I've also met rivers cuomo and matt (they're old bass player) from weezer.
ninety: my first name is a palindrome.
ninety one: my maiden name is an adverb.
ninety two: when I get excited about things I start talking really loudly.
ninety three: I cry a lot. even if I feel it's not something to be crying over. I get it from my mother.
ninety four: I hate waking up in the morning.
ninety five: I can't stay awake in movies. (usually in the theater I can, don't worry)
ninety six: I am drawn to the ocean like waves to the shore.
[the next four are from my cutest husband, peter]
ninety seven: "I had a dream that my wife was a baby."
ninety eight: "my baby has really cute hair, curly or straight."
ninety nine: "she's an amazing cook."
one-hundred: "she works out every single day and makes fun of people who work out every single day."
one-hundred and one: I love my life.
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
champions for the earth
Edward Abbey.Writer, ‘desert anarchist’, 1927—1989
"The most common form of terrorism in the U.S.A. is that carried on by bulldozers and chainsaws. It is not enough to understand the natural world; the point is to defend and preserve it. Sentiment without action is the ruin of the soul."
Terry Tempest Williams."The eyes of the future are looking back at us and they are praying to see beyond our own time."
Rachel Carson.Biologist, Writer, Ecologist, 1907-1964
Henry David Thoreau.Naturalist, Writer, Social Critic, 1817-1862
"The law will never make men free; it is men who have go to make the law free."
John Muir.Conservationist, naturalist, explorer, 1838—1914
“The battle we have fought, and are still fighting for the forests is part of the eternal conflict between right and wrong, and we cannot expect to see the end of it . . . So we must count on watching and striving for these trees, and should always be glad to find anything so surely good and noble to strive for.”
Thursday, March 15, 2007
tower of burrito
my husband has a hobby:making frozen burritos.
we make them with only
the freshest ingredients:
chipotle pork, fresh from
the crockpot and seasoned;
black beans, soaked and
boiled, nothing canned;
and cheese. don't forget
the burrito size tortillas,
perfect for wrapping
this delicious delight.
take them on the go for
quick lunches or easy
snacks. they're only
three dollars a piece.
look for us at the farmers
market or peterburrito.com
ps: they're a hit at parties
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
Monday, March 12, 2007
Phenomenal Woman
Phenomenal Woman Maya Angelou
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Sunday, March 11, 2007
one year anniversary.
before I really knew peter, I knew that I liked him. he had telemark skis and kayaks. (it wasn't until later that I found out he doesn't really tele, those were just the bindings that came with the skis he bought on ebay.)
I became his swim coach. the first night we really hung out--just me and him-- was after our first joint swimteam practice. we ate cafe rio salads in my pillow room and dished the whole time.
a few weeks later we went skiing. that was one year ago today. I feel that's when it all started. I was falling in love, and I didn't even know it.
thanks, peter, for the fun times. I knew you'd be good for my skiing. and for my life.
heart you.
I became his swim coach. the first night we really hung out--just me and him-- was after our first joint swimteam practice. we ate cafe rio salads in my pillow room and dished the whole time.
a few weeks later we went skiing. that was one year ago today. I feel that's when it all started. I was falling in love, and I didn't even know it.
thanks, peter, for the fun times. I knew you'd be good for my skiing. and for my life.
heart you.
Monday, March 05, 2007
Sunday, March 04, 2007
free the heal, free the mind
telemark or die!
I brought out the tele skis yesterday. it was pure love. I forget how much fun it is to free heal it down the mountain. and not to mention hardcore. I am in love.
Monday, February 19, 2007
snow: pure love.
it's a transitional season, it's true -- but is it really spring? technically not, I guess. so I welcome the snow and the wintery feeling it brings. I'll miss you, false spring. but come on, we need to build up that snow pack!I *heart* snow in branches.
I also *heart* snow on mountains.
I also *heart* snow on mountains.
Friday, February 16, 2007
waiting for spring
it seems these days that I'm antsy for warmer weather.
I dream of riding my cruiser bike to liberty park (and to the grocery store and to the fabric store down the road a ways).
having picnics.
slacklining.
I want to feel the warmth of the sun on my face.
today was a spring sort of day. peter and I threw the disc around our front yard (aka 'the park' aka hawthorne elementary) as the sun sank lower into the evening sky. it was warm and the mountains looked beautiful with the fresh snow.
I love spring in salt lake city.
I dream of riding my cruiser bike to liberty park (and to the grocery store and to the fabric store down the road a ways).
having picnics.
slacklining.
I want to feel the warmth of the sun on my face.
today was a spring sort of day. peter and I threw the disc around our front yard (aka 'the park' aka hawthorne elementary) as the sun sank lower into the evening sky. it was warm and the mountains looked beautiful with the fresh snow.
I love spring in salt lake city.
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Saturday, February 10, 2007
Friday, February 02, 2007
I don't believe in ground hogs.
it's ground hog's day, once again. . .
the day a little rodent tells us our future:will it be six more weeks of winter?
or six more weeks until spring?
IT'S A SCAM!!!
Friday, January 26, 2007
seven:
I notice if people are right or left handed. For some reason it just seems to matter.
I have to eat some things in two's: frozen burritos (but not peterburrito frozen burritos, those are so yummy and filling you really only need one!), bowls of cereal, hot pockets, donuts... Now I don't have to eat a second one because I'm hungry. I'm usually not, I just feel incomplete if I don't. I'm trying to be better, though.
I don't like to throw things away. You would think I grew up in the depression. Or maybe it's just my need to reduce, reuse and recycle. But you just never know when you're going to need to use something for something else.
Peter says I always defend the downtrodden, the underdog, the little guy. Which, I've come to realize I do. I've even found myself defending criminals! Hey, maybe they've just had a hard life--we can't judge!
I always want to make stuff. If I see something cute in a store, I don't buy it because I think to myself, "hey, I could make that." I don't, though. I think it's just pure laziness. Or the fear that it just won't turn out that cute and I'll be a total failure. (things I want to make: furniture, random cute crafty things, a long board, and clothes. Specifically technical running clothes. and skirts. and maybe cute capris and long shorts? should I just be a clothing designer or what?!) I always feel the need to make things completely from scratch too.
I have an intense fear of the phone. This is an extreme phobia that many people just don't understand. It's true, though. I have a severe aversion to talking to people on the phone. So if I don't answer, or just never call you back don't be offended. It's not because I don't like you. Maybe just text me and we can meet up somewhere and talk in person. I'm into emailing too.
Moths. They FREAK me out! Seriously. I think I'm more scared of them than spiders. And that's saying a lot! I think it all started when I was at girls camp and was lucky enough to get a top bunk. I was sitting in the dark with my flashlight focused on the book I was reading, when all of a sudden fifty moths came flying out of nowhere and attacked me. It was probably the scariest thing I have ever experienced in my life. If I even see a moth now, I get that scared feeling inside. And not to mention the fact that they always want to fly at your face. Freaky.
I have to eat some things in two's: frozen burritos (but not peterburrito frozen burritos, those are so yummy and filling you really only need one!), bowls of cereal, hot pockets, donuts... Now I don't have to eat a second one because I'm hungry. I'm usually not, I just feel incomplete if I don't. I'm trying to be better, though.
I don't like to throw things away. You would think I grew up in the depression. Or maybe it's just my need to reduce, reuse and recycle. But you just never know when you're going to need to use something for something else.
Peter says I always defend the downtrodden, the underdog, the little guy. Which, I've come to realize I do. I've even found myself defending criminals! Hey, maybe they've just had a hard life--we can't judge!
I always want to make stuff. If I see something cute in a store, I don't buy it because I think to myself, "hey, I could make that." I don't, though. I think it's just pure laziness. Or the fear that it just won't turn out that cute and I'll be a total failure. (things I want to make: furniture, random cute crafty things, a long board, and clothes. Specifically technical running clothes. and skirts. and maybe cute capris and long shorts? should I just be a clothing designer or what?!) I always feel the need to make things completely from scratch too.
I have an intense fear of the phone. This is an extreme phobia that many people just don't understand. It's true, though. I have a severe aversion to talking to people on the phone. So if I don't answer, or just never call you back don't be offended. It's not because I don't like you. Maybe just text me and we can meet up somewhere and talk in person. I'm into emailing too.
Moths. They FREAK me out! Seriously. I think I'm more scared of them than spiders. And that's saying a lot! I think it all started when I was at girls camp and was lucky enough to get a top bunk. I was sitting in the dark with my flashlight focused on the book I was reading, when all of a sudden fifty moths came flying out of nowhere and attacked me. It was probably the scariest thing I have ever experienced in my life. If I even see a moth now, I get that scared feeling inside. And not to mention the fact that they always want to fly at your face. Freaky.
This list was inspired by Stie's post entitled, 7 weird things about me.
sleeping with the stars (but not in that way)
I had a dream last night that I was best friends with Gwyneth Paltrow.She came out for Sundance and we all went to dinner together.
Peter, I think you were there.
We started dancing in the Restaurant, until someone tried to attack Gwyneth.
She was out after that.
I was left, trying to chase down my friend.
But she was gone.
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
the top ten
some days are a little rough at first. . . but then you might find something positive about it. and then another thing. and soon you'll have a list of ten things that made you happy that day! here is my list, because today was just one of those days. . .
ten: pure hydration
nine: big yummy oranges
eight: the butterscotch pony box (from the makers of FurReal Friends - 'pony sounds, pony motion, pony friendship!')
seven: fondue parties in honor of my birth!
six: seat heat
five: assorted pastries
four: hand warmers in my pocket
three: new sharpies
two: secret notes and treats
one: my cutest husband, who rescues me daily
nine: big yummy oranges
eight: the butterscotch pony box (from the makers of FurReal Friends - 'pony sounds, pony motion, pony friendship!')
seven: fondue parties in honor of my birth!
six: seat heat
five: assorted pastries
four: hand warmers in my pocket
three: new sharpies
two: secret notes and treats
one: my cutest husband, who rescues me daily
Friday, January 19, 2007
books galore
A while back my brother stumbled across a list of 1,001 books to read before you die, of these I have read (those I've only started reading but never finished are in italics) the following:
49. Life of Pi – Yann Martel
86. The Poisonwood Bible – Barbara Kingsolver
223. Beloved – Toni Morrison
315. Song of Solomon – Toni Morrison
349. Sula – Toni Morrison
399. One Hundred Years of Solitude - Gabriel GarcÃa Márquez
433. The Bell Jar – Sylvia Plath
451. Catch-22 – Joseph Heller
456. To Kill a Mockingbird – Harper Lee
464. Henderson the Rain King – Saul Bellow
467. Breakfast at Tiffany’s – Truman Capote
508. Lord of the Flies – William Golding
522. Wise Blood – Flannery O’Connor
574. The Little Prince РAntoine de Saint-Exup̩ry
592. The Grapes of Wrath – John Steinbeck
608. Of Mice and Men – John Steinbeck
610. The Hobbit – J.R.R. Tolkien
671. The Sound and the Fury – William Faulkner
699. The Great Gatsby – F. Scott Fitzgerald
767. The Jungle – Upton Sinclair
780. Heart of Darkness – Joseph Conrad
825. The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn – Mark Twain
831. Treasure Island – Robert Louis Stevenson
837. The Brothers Karamazov – Fyodor Dostoevsky
857. War and Peace – Leo Tolstoy
863. Little Women – Louisa May Alcott
867. Crime and Punishment – Fyodor Dostoevsky
876. Great Expectations – Charles Dickens
883. A Tale of Two Cities – Charles Dickens
889. Walden – Henry David Thoreau
897. The Scarlet Letter – Nathaniel Hawthorne
904. Jane Eyre – Charlotte Brontë
931. Frankenstein – Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
938. Pride and Prejudice – Jane Austen
970. Candide – Voltaire
I guess I need to keep reading, or just never die.
49. Life of Pi – Yann Martel
86. The Poisonwood Bible – Barbara Kingsolver
223. Beloved – Toni Morrison
315. Song of Solomon – Toni Morrison
349. Sula – Toni Morrison
399. One Hundred Years of Solitude - Gabriel GarcÃa Márquez
433. The Bell Jar – Sylvia Plath
451. Catch-22 – Joseph Heller
456. To Kill a Mockingbird – Harper Lee
464. Henderson the Rain King – Saul Bellow
467. Breakfast at Tiffany’s – Truman Capote
508. Lord of the Flies – William Golding
522. Wise Blood – Flannery O’Connor
574. The Little Prince РAntoine de Saint-Exup̩ry
592. The Grapes of Wrath – John Steinbeck
608. Of Mice and Men – John Steinbeck
610. The Hobbit – J.R.R. Tolkien
671. The Sound and the Fury – William Faulkner
699. The Great Gatsby – F. Scott Fitzgerald
767. The Jungle – Upton Sinclair
780. Heart of Darkness – Joseph Conrad
825. The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn – Mark Twain
831. Treasure Island – Robert Louis Stevenson
837. The Brothers Karamazov – Fyodor Dostoevsky
857. War and Peace – Leo Tolstoy
863. Little Women – Louisa May Alcott
867. Crime and Punishment – Fyodor Dostoevsky
876. Great Expectations – Charles Dickens
883. A Tale of Two Cities – Charles Dickens
889. Walden – Henry David Thoreau
897. The Scarlet Letter – Nathaniel Hawthorne
904. Jane Eyre – Charlotte Brontë
931. Frankenstein – Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
938. Pride and Prejudice – Jane Austen
970. Candide – Voltaire
I guess I need to keep reading, or just never die.
Thursday, January 11, 2007
the big race rescheduled
Because of unforeseen circumstances (that mostly have to do with skiing), the First Annual All-County Swimmeet has been postponed.
I know that all of you have been practicing hard for this event and I'm sorry if this has inconvenienced you in any way. But this will just give you a little extra time to get your stroke down. I mean, you do want to win, don't you?
So, with that being said I would greatly appreciate a little feedback. If you're into the idea of having a fun swimmeet, where you can kick back in a pool with friends and family, and potentially win a trophy and other neat prizes, just let me know! It's as easy as that. Leave me a comment or shoot me a line.
And remember, it's for all ages and skill levels. No previous swim experience needed.
Thank you.
Anna C. Halverson
Race Director
I know that all of you have been practicing hard for this event and I'm sorry if this has inconvenienced you in any way. But this will just give you a little extra time to get your stroke down. I mean, you do want to win, don't you?
So, with that being said I would greatly appreciate a little feedback. If you're into the idea of having a fun swimmeet, where you can kick back in a pool with friends and family, and potentially win a trophy and other neat prizes, just let me know! It's as easy as that. Leave me a comment or shoot me a line.
And remember, it's for all ages and skill levels. No previous swim experience needed.
Thank you.
Anna C. Halverson
Race Director
Wednesday, December 27, 2006
your daily dose of cheap gear
I think I'm slowly sinking into the SAC addiction. I check it often -- mostly out of boredom, but also in hopes of finding that killer deal; the anticipation and excitement of the next random item is almost too much at times.
Now instead of one awesome deal a day, SteapandCheap has introduced the Bottomless SAC. Deals upon deals upon deals. You could waste your whole day on this thing. And believe me, people have. It's enough to make you download the RSS feed so you can have instant updates on the goings-on of SAC items.
This is impulse buying at its finest. See something you like? You better act now -- no deliberating over size, color, fit, need -- if you think too long, it's gone.
At least now you can see what you've missed. . . oh, the joys of SAC.
Now instead of one awesome deal a day, SteapandCheap has introduced the Bottomless SAC. Deals upon deals upon deals. You could waste your whole day on this thing. And believe me, people have. It's enough to make you download the RSS feed so you can have instant updates on the goings-on of SAC items.
This is impulse buying at its finest. See something you like? You better act now -- no deliberating over size, color, fit, need -- if you think too long, it's gone.
At least now you can see what you've missed. . . oh, the joys of SAC.
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
. . .an epilogue of the food chain discussion
Old Bones
Out there walking around, looking out for food,
a rootstock, a bird call, a seed that you can crack
plucking, digging, snaring, shagging
barely getting by,
No food out there on dusty slopes of scree --
carry some -- look for some,
go for a hunger dream.
Deer bone, Gall Sheep,
bones hunger home.
Out there somewhere
a shrine for the old ones,
the dust of the old bones,
old songs and tales.
What we ate -- who ate what --
how we all prevailed.
Gary Snyder
in Mountains and Rivers Without End
Out there walking around, looking out for food,
a rootstock, a bird call, a seed that you can crack
plucking, digging, snaring, shagging
barely getting by,
No food out there on dusty slopes of scree --
carry some -- look for some,
go for a hunger dream.
Deer bone, Gall Sheep,
bones hunger home.
Out there somewhere
a shrine for the old ones,
the dust of the old bones,
old songs and tales.
What we ate -- who ate what --
how we all prevailed.
Gary Snyder
in Mountains and Rivers Without End
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
Thursday, November 30, 2006
me
I've recently realized--well, I've secretly known this for a long time--that I only want to blog when I shouldn't be blogging.
okay, back to work. . .
okay, back to work. . .
Friday, November 24, 2006
death by kayak
It's true what they say. In a matter of seconds your life can change. My life changed today by way of kayak.
I knew it was there, subconsciously at least. I've almost tripped over it many times. But today I was just in a hurry. And I couldn't see my feet. And the kayak came out of nowhere and took me down.
It might not have been so bad had I not been carrying that large, awkward GearTrade order I was taking over to the shipping department. It was some sort of metal/plastic sled contraption, which looked more like a sure way to die than have fun on the hill.
I fell hard. I'm not sure exactly what happened; if the sled landed on my wrist or if my wrist just hit the cement floor, or if it was a little combination of both. But when Cheryl, Brandon, and Brenda came rushing over to see if I was alright, all I knew was my wrist was in pain.
It wasn't broken. I could move it. But to cover all my bases I was told to go fill out an incident report. Matt, the HR guy, had already left for the day. I found a manager who could help me. Together we found the forms we needed on Matt's (extremely messy) desk. I filled out the incident report and was then given a little slip of paper for the First Med Urgent Care facility and was told I could go get my wrist checked out if I wanted to.
I went and got it checked out. I didn't want to have a hairline fracture or chronic problems down the road because of this and not have them documented. I want bcdc to be responsible for this--worker's comp!
Nearly two hours later I walked out of that urgent care facility with a splint on my left wrist and on my left knee. I got to pee in a cup ("after accident drug testing"), get my bones x-rayed, and help a doctor and two nurses figure out how my wrist splint worked. It was an exciting time.
I guess I may have slightly damaged the cartilage in my knee. I have to wear the splint for one week before going back for a follow-up knee visit. Where I fell on my wrist a fracture won't show up for two weeks. Until then I have to wear the splint just in case it is fractured. I go back in two weeks for a check-up and more x-rays.
Oh, what a fun day it was at work. And to think, I only had about five minutes left of that place.
I knew it was there, subconsciously at least. I've almost tripped over it many times. But today I was just in a hurry. And I couldn't see my feet. And the kayak came out of nowhere and took me down.
It might not have been so bad had I not been carrying that large, awkward GearTrade order I was taking over to the shipping department. It was some sort of metal/plastic sled contraption, which looked more like a sure way to die than have fun on the hill.
I fell hard. I'm not sure exactly what happened; if the sled landed on my wrist or if my wrist just hit the cement floor, or if it was a little combination of both. But when Cheryl, Brandon, and Brenda came rushing over to see if I was alright, all I knew was my wrist was in pain.
It wasn't broken. I could move it. But to cover all my bases I was told to go fill out an incident report. Matt, the HR guy, had already left for the day. I found a manager who could help me. Together we found the forms we needed on Matt's (extremely messy) desk. I filled out the incident report and was then given a little slip of paper for the First Med Urgent Care facility and was told I could go get my wrist checked out if I wanted to.
I went and got it checked out. I didn't want to have a hairline fracture or chronic problems down the road because of this and not have them documented. I want bcdc to be responsible for this--worker's comp!
Nearly two hours later I walked out of that urgent care facility with a splint on my left wrist and on my left knee. I got to pee in a cup ("after accident drug testing"), get my bones x-rayed, and help a doctor and two nurses figure out how my wrist splint worked. It was an exciting time.
I guess I may have slightly damaged the cartilage in my knee. I have to wear the splint for one week before going back for a follow-up knee visit. Where I fell on my wrist a fracture won't show up for two weeks. Until then I have to wear the splint just in case it is fractured. I go back in two weeks for a check-up and more x-rays.
Oh, what a fun day it was at work. And to think, I only had about five minutes left of that place.
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
fun for the whole family.
Peter and I want to host a swim meet. It will be at Steiner Aquatic (our home court, obviously we want the advantage) in January. So bring your swim team and join in the fun. It is for all ages and skill levels. Prizes and trophies will be involved. And hey, maybe even t-shirts. I know that's enough to get most of you right there. It's a family oriented event, so bring your little ones, old ones, not really related ones and come swim like you've never swam before.
Just remember: swim fast, win a prize!
Just remember: swim fast, win a prize!
Tuesday, September 26, 2006
I will follow you into the dark
The other day, at our BBQ O' Love, Katy and Jim sang us a little love song in honor of our upcoming marriage: Death Cab For Cutie's I Will Follow You Into the Dark. I heard it on the radio yesterday and these lines got me a little choked up. . .
You and me have seen everything to see
From Bangkok to Calgary
And the soles of our shoes are all worn down
The time for sleep is now
It's nothing to cry about
'Cause we'll hold eachother soon
This is Pete and Me. Tomorrow we start the adventure.
From Bangkok to Calgary
And the soles of our shoes are all worn down
The time for sleep is now
It's nothing to cry about
'Cause we'll hold eachother soon
This is Pete and Me. Tomorrow we start the adventure.
The Waxing Extravaganza
I had a sparty yesterday afternoon at Spa Vitoria. It was the full treatment. Well, the full wax treatment anyway.
If you remember my last waxing experience at all, you'll remember the pain and disaster. Eliza loves to give me a hard time: "You can run a marathon and you're so tough, but you can't even wax your legs!" Okay, a home waxing treatment is just not worth the pain and horror. I'm sensitive.
But yesterday was different. Despite the fact that the lady was ripping my leg hairs out, it was actually quite relaxing. The table was warm, the music was relaxing, the warm wax going on felt like a dream! (not so much like a dream when it was being ripped off) I felt like I was being pampered! I urge anyone who hates shaving to go in for a treatment. You won't regret it. And I know that those around you will appreciate it too. Sometimes, girls, we just have to go through a little pain for the one's we care about; do it for love!
If you remember my last waxing experience at all, you'll remember the pain and disaster. Eliza loves to give me a hard time: "You can run a marathon and you're so tough, but you can't even wax your legs!" Okay, a home waxing treatment is just not worth the pain and horror. I'm sensitive.
But yesterday was different. Despite the fact that the lady was ripping my leg hairs out, it was actually quite relaxing. The table was warm, the music was relaxing, the warm wax going on felt like a dream! (not so much like a dream when it was being ripped off) I felt like I was being pampered! I urge anyone who hates shaving to go in for a treatment. You won't regret it. And I know that those around you will appreciate it too. Sometimes, girls, we just have to go through a little pain for the one's we care about; do it for love!
Thursday, September 21, 2006
gettin' hitched: an update.
4. marry the raddest guy, in the temple
so it turns out my cute foreign exchange student boyfriend, keith albertson, asked me to marry him a while back. and it also turns out that I said yes.
I'm gettin' hitched.
we're at t-minus six days now. the bbq o' love is tomorrow. all the plans are set and everything is pretty much ready to go. life is moving forward.
it's exciting to think about what life will hold. the future is always an uncertainty but at least I know I have my best friend and teammate to go through it with. one thing I do know, life will always be an adventure. and I'm excited.
I love you, peter!
post script: sorry for the complete lack of blogging lately. life's been busy. but I hope to make a come-back to the scene, so watch for the blogging extravaganza 2k6 in the future. maybe a trip log of the european honeymoon extravaganza??? perfect.
so it turns out my cute foreign exchange student boyfriend, keith albertson, asked me to marry him a while back. and it also turns out that I said yes.
I'm gettin' hitched.
we're at t-minus six days now. the bbq o' love is tomorrow. all the plans are set and everything is pretty much ready to go. life is moving forward.
it's exciting to think about what life will hold. the future is always an uncertainty but at least I know I have my best friend and teammate to go through it with. one thing I do know, life will always be an adventure. and I'm excited.
I love you, peter!
post script: sorry for the complete lack of blogging lately. life's been busy. but I hope to make a come-back to the scene, so watch for the blogging extravaganza 2k6 in the future. maybe a trip log of the european honeymoon extravaganza??? perfect.
Saturday, June 17, 2006
I'm a sell-out. . . Or just a sucker for blue.
I sold out. I bought the Cat's Meow even though I have a North Face boycott in place. How did my life get reduced to this? To buying North Face products???
I had debated in my heart for a long time regarding sleeping bags. Down? Or synthetic? Each have their strengths and weaknesses. I had finally decided on getting the Arroyo sleeping bag made my Marmot. A while ago I sat in on a gear clinic (back in the day when Meagan Scriven and I were allowed to go to gear clinics) by a Marmot rep. He preached the good word of Marmot down bags and I became a believer. So what changed my decision?
After the DTGR talk with Keith Albertson I decided I'd give the Cat's Meow a shot. We set up the tent in my wildnerness area (because it still needed to be aired out anyway from his Alaskan sabbatical) and I slept there for two nights. It's true, the bag was pretty nice. But I was still conflicted in my heart. What really made the decision for me were two factors: price and color.
Okay, okay. I'm a sucker for blue. I love all the shades of blue (it's my favorite color, lest you thought hot pink was. That's a close second.). And who doesn't love a cheaper price? Especially when you're poor! The Arroyo bag only came in grey--which although is a very nice color, just not my preference--and was practically a hundred dollars cheaper. Not to mention the fact that it only came in standard sizes (regular or long) and not a women's specific fit. I am also a sucker for women's specific products, because hey--I am a woman. So all those factors combined in making my choice for the boycotted brand of The North Face.
I've slept in it once already. I'm sleeping in it again this weekend. I really love the two-toned blue. It goes well with my hot pink therm-a-rest sleeping pad. Now I know camping isn't a fashion show, but what good is doing something if you don't look hot doing it?
I had debated in my heart for a long time regarding sleeping bags. Down? Or synthetic? Each have their strengths and weaknesses. I had finally decided on getting the Arroyo sleeping bag made my Marmot. A while ago I sat in on a gear clinic (back in the day when Meagan Scriven and I were allowed to go to gear clinics) by a Marmot rep. He preached the good word of Marmot down bags and I became a believer. So what changed my decision?
After the DTGR talk with Keith Albertson I decided I'd give the Cat's Meow a shot. We set up the tent in my wildnerness area (because it still needed to be aired out anyway from his Alaskan sabbatical) and I slept there for two nights. It's true, the bag was pretty nice. But I was still conflicted in my heart. What really made the decision for me were two factors: price and color.
Okay, okay. I'm a sucker for blue. I love all the shades of blue (it's my favorite color, lest you thought hot pink was. That's a close second.). And who doesn't love a cheaper price? Especially when you're poor! The Arroyo bag only came in grey--which although is a very nice color, just not my preference--and was practically a hundred dollars cheaper. Not to mention the fact that it only came in standard sizes (regular or long) and not a women's specific fit. I am also a sucker for women's specific products, because hey--I am a woman. So all those factors combined in making my choice for the boycotted brand of The North Face.
I've slept in it once already. I'm sleeping in it again this weekend. I really love the two-toned blue. It goes well with my hot pink therm-a-rest sleeping pad. Now I know camping isn't a fashion show, but what good is doing something if you don't look hot doing it?
Sunday, June 04, 2006
DTGR
today I had a small discussion with keith albertson about gear. it was a heated debate that was kindled by my hatred for north face. I have decided to boycott them for reasons I will not discuss here. something along the lines of poor products and lame reps.
our tif started when he tried to convince me that the cat's meow was in fact the 'cat's meow'. I scoffed at him and said it certainly would not be the 'cat's meow' because North Face makes the bag. keith on the other hand believes I will be converted and forgive North Face of all wrong doing after sleeping in the cat's meow. we'll see I guess . . .
our tif started when he tried to convince me that the cat's meow was in fact the 'cat's meow'. I scoffed at him and said it certainly would not be the 'cat's meow' because North Face makes the bag. keith on the other hand believes I will be converted and forgive North Face of all wrong doing after sleeping in the cat's meow. we'll see I guess . . .
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