Tuesday, June 30, 2009

A downdate?

So, my friend Alisha said I should update my blog. This post is not going to be something new though, rather something old that I found and wanted to post, so would that be called a "downdate"? I think I would rather call it a "postdate", but if an "update" is new... That's not the point.

So I found this video on our computer, and I don't think I even knew we had it, and while it makes me look completely ridiculous, I have to put it on here because it captures one of my favorite moments. And besides, you all know I am an absolute dork, so I really lose nothing.

So when we lived in the Netherlands last fall my parents came to visit and we went on all sorts of trips, we drove to Belgium, Germany, and France. While we were on our way to France, my mom and I were talking about Paris, because that was our first destination, and we were speculating as to what it would be like to actually be in Paris! You know, like PARIS!!! It's given so much hype and romanticism, that we were a little skeptical it could actually live up to it's reputation. My mom said that you expect a city like Paris after all you've heard your whole life to "sparkle" and how can a city actually sparkle? She used the word sparkle, and that's important. We talked about how we might end up being disappointed, because real life is never as dreamy as storybook life, but we also decided that we really hoped it would sparkle, because we needed a little magic in our lives after the stress (especially for my mom) of driving in Europe. I mean, you make those little BMW's angry and you know... watch out.

So we live through the experience of driving to Paris (terrifying. Not my mom's fault, but just that we were ALWAYS lost, and didn't always understand the distinction between roads for cars, and roads for pedestrians only... oops. Though, that might have been Germany, you get the state of our general confusion.) And we finally figure out how to legally park the car (this was quite a victory for my mom and I, although that's another story of survival in a foreign country.) We also figured out how to get tickets to and get onto the subway and we take a ride to the Eiffel tower, the epitome of all that Paris stands for in the romantic touristy sense. We get off the subway and we're walking through this foresty kind of grove of trees, and I thought that was nice, I could have stayed there longer, but we pushed on until we saw the tower. There it was, in the midst of this field of grass. And there are people milling about, taking pictures, pointing, exclaiming, and I'm looking around for the people rushing into each other's arms, having moments earlier realized that they are madly in love and had almost missed out on it all, blah blah blah, but nothing of that sort is really happening. So, we begin to mill about, and take pictures, and it is all a bit anti-climactic. Oh, ok, so there's the tower. What exactly is so great about it?

Someone suggests we leave, and so, we turn our backs on the tower and start to walk away. Suddenly, my mom says, "I don't want to go quite yet, so can we at least walk that way back to the subway, so we are looking at the tower a little longer?" So we turn around to go a more roundabout way to the subway, but a way that will allow my mom to gaze for a few more moments on the tower. As we turn around, quite suddenly, the lights on the tower start flashing, and quite literally, the whole thing is sparkling.

How can I describe the feeling to you? It was discovering that there are unicorns hiding in the remote forests of the world. It was finding out that there is a jolly old man living in the North Pole with elves. It was learning that leprochauns do grant wishes if you find their pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Do you see what I'm saying? Just when we had given up on it, Paris sparkled just.for.us! So, this is the video where I tried to capture the Eiffel tower sparkling right when we needed it most, and that's what I want you to focus on. In fact, do me a favor, and turn the volume down. Just do it. You don't want to hear what we're saying. It'll ruin the moment. Also, again, it's sideways. I know, I know.

Watching this video still brings goosebumps and tears to my eyes, and I hope that each one of you gets to have a magical moment like this someday! (or every day!)

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

note: Al, I had to put up another post. To see the one with pictures of you, it's just below this.
So, my mother teaches English to Koreans over the phone. Sometimes I help her out by typing out her written evaluations of the lessons. Sometimes, my mom doesn't understand what they are saying. To her credit, she understands them much better than I do, usually. Here is my favorite instance of when I knew what the student was trying to say, and my mom still hadn't figured it out when I called her laughing. You might not think it's funny, but I have to transcribe it from the recording so that I always have it to reflect on when I need something like this.

The conversation started because my mom had had trouble getting ahold of him, and he said he hadn't heard the phone ring until just now, but she had already called four times. So he said there was something wrong with his cell phone. So my mom said that instead of a ringing sound, she heard music playing that she did not recognize. So he explained what the music was. (Some of the students have Justin Timberlake playing while their phone rings. That always makes me laugh too. And one has the theme song to Star Wars. Gotta love it.

Him: They are the most famous singer group in Korea.
Mom: What is the name of the group?
Him: Third Generation (I think.)
Mom: Third Generation?
Him: yeah, they are composed of eleven girls.
Mom: Wow, that is a large group.
Him:Yeah, many Korean men really like them
Mom: Yeah, I guess so.
Him: Yeah, I also like her band very much.
Mom: Is one of them your favorite, or do you like them all?
Him: I have a, I really like one girl in band, in that group.
Mom: Does she ever sing a solo, or does she play the guitar?
Him: No, no, they are dancing group.
Mom: Oh, they are a dancing group.
Him: Yeah, yeah. Not the dancing, they also can sing, but they are not uh...
Mom: They don't play instruments, they don't play the music.
Him: Right, right. only sing and dance.
Mom: Wow
Him: And beautiful eleven girls.
Mom: That is pretty amazing.
Him: Yeah, it is like hmm, spice girls? like that, do you know spice girls?
Mom: Um, bicycles? Like you ride a bicycle?
Him: No, Spice Girls. In England, singing group, composed of five girls.
Mom: I don't think I know about it.

One more note. My mom DOES know the Spice Girls. She was, I think Scary Spice in a little talent show we had once. Awesome.

Monday, June 22, 2009

Back It Up

Hey, Al. The sheriff called. He said you look hott in his sunglasses.

Generic picture.

Hallie's first time by herself in a swing!

So, I keep finding pictures that I never got around to posting. How terrible. So, here are a few from when Hallie and I went to visit Al a little over a month ago.

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

I AM...

absolutely losing my mind. It's probably not that big of a shock to most of you to hear this, but I'm still a little sad about it.

Scene 1: Hallie needs a diaper change. Desperately. So, we get out the stuff, lay her down, unfasten her, pinch my nose, wipe and wipe and wipe, fold up the yucky diaper, and then this is my key piece of evidence. I get up to throw the yucky diaper away, and then I walked away from her. Devin, watching me, says, "Honey? Aren't you going to put a new diaper on her?" I turn around, and realize that I had just left her lying there, staring at me, completely open to the world, with no safety net whatsoever. Luckily, she's mostly past the age of random spurts of urine, but it still happens. I don't know what I was thinking.

Scene 2: We forgot to get a few items at the grocery store on Saturday when we did our shopping, and they were key items that we were completely out of by Monday, such as dish soap, body soap, and Pine Sol. So, of course, I went to the store. I put the three items on the conveyer belt thingie, paid for them, had a nice little chat with the lady about how cute Hallie is, took my receipt, and this is the key piece of evidence: I then just walked away. Luckily my items were still sitting there when I went back a few minutes later, but seriously...

I am losing it.

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

A Month Ago, Today.

A month ago today I ran a 5k with my girl Al. It was pretty good times. It was fun to be in Lafayette again, even if just for a little while. My grandma died later that same day, so I was off to the viewing and funeral, and then out to Utah for the road trip back with my sister, Jeff, dad, and baby Jill. Then there was baby Jill's blessing, and all of the little random things that happen in life have kept me from putting these pictures up until now. BUT here they finally are. It was FREEZING that day. The wind was OUT OF CONTROL. I'm into all caps right now. We managed to have fun ANYWAY. Here we are trying to keep warm while waiting for them to START the big event.
The runners: Alison, Sarah, Amy
I'm not sure, but I think we're trying to look cute.

Amy and Al, getting loosened up, almost ready to go.

Practicing for our big finish. People we didn't know were taking pictures of us posing like this. With professional looking cameras.

More practicing, with Hallie this time. My dad and cousin Earl came down and played with her so I could run ALL OUT. (ha ha, yeah right.)I couldn't decide which I liked better. Al looks pretty great in this one.

Oh, and please take note of Team Jesse and Team Sarah represented on my shirt. I got a few comments on that.
Al finished the 5k in record time, I was so proud of her. Sarah did really well. A good time was had by all. To see pictures of our ACTUAL big finish, you can see them on Al's blog here.

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Nicole and her boys

So, my friend Nicole is having twins just about right now. Well, as soon as the pitocin really kicks in that is. She is having twin boys, and I know that they are the luckiest to be getting her as their mother. She is going to be the coolest mama to those little twins. I have proof.

2005/7/28 :

Nicole's Book - "Bothersome Boogers"

Ch. 1 - This One Won't Let Go
Ch. 2 - I Really Messed Myself Up With That Deep Sniff
Ch. 3 - Too Thick For the Farmer Snot
Ch. 4 - Dry Boogers: They'll Poke Ya
This book is coming soon to a bookstore near you.

Love you Nicole!

Monday, June 1, 2009


So I flew out to Utah a few weeks ago, and then drove back here the morning after I got there. It is kind of a long story, but if you know my family you'll probably understand. It made sense to us. My sister, her husband Jeff, and my dad all hung out at our place for a few days before they kept moving on. At some point, I got too sleepy, and I took a little nap. I woke up from my nap feeling so guilty that I wasn't spending time with my family that I don't get to see very often, so I hurried out to see what they had been up to while their host ignored them. This is what I found:
Jilly bean sleeping. Sure, makes sense. She's three weeks old.

My dad sleeping. Sure, makes sense, he's a grandpa, that's exhausting work.

My brother in law Jeff sleeping, sure, he's a new father...

My sister and my daughter Hallie sleeping, sure, she's a new mommy, and Hallie is tired from being a year and a half old...

Ok, I think I have to admit it. My house is boring.