Friday, January 30, 2009
Okay, I’m not bringing you The Bumpit. Kelly, the hair stylist is.
Kenny and I stumbled across this little commercial gem while channel surfing in our hotel room last week after an incredible, but exhausting day of snowboarding in Mammoth. We were shocked, awed, stunned, and amazed. And really excited to share it. Because, Dear Reader, we want you to be shocked, awed, stunned, and amazed, too. Go here and make sure to watch the video. Your visit should bring at least 10 minutes of pure, judgmental fun for all! (And, yes, the website really is "Big Happy Hair [dot] com." Like it could get any better.)
For now, I'll wish you all a fun, safe, and enjoyable weekend or, in the words of the company’s 'Chief Executive Optimist:'
"Have a happy hair day!”
Friday, January 23, 2009
Last Friday, Kenny gave me some great advice: "Jill, while it may not be a fun trip, and it will be a long drive, and I'm sure there's lots of other things you could tell yourself that you HAVE to do this weekend, you absolutely won't regret going [to Utah]. However, you very likely would regret NOT going. Just go. You'll be fine."
I'm glad I went. I got to visit this lovely lady: my Grandma N.
She's been...well, under the weather for some time now. At Christmas her weight fell to around 115 lbs ("the size of a teenager!" in her - very excited - words) and she started going in for more testing. Well last week she was officially diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. On Friday night (the evening of Kenny's now legendary wisdom) her doctors confirmed the cancer had spread to her liver. She has three to six months.
So I went to Utah. Alone. And drove a very long time. Alone. (Well, I guess I could say that David Bowie made for some pretty fantastic company on the drive, but still...I was alone.)
But I made it.
I got to spend a lot of time with my dad's family whom I really don't see enough; a few I haven't seen since my wedding! Most importantly I got to see my dad's mother, the best example of Love and Acceptance I've ever known.
And my dad's sister, Pam, her husband, and one of her kids, Kim.
Grandma, Uncle Greg (throwing the bunny ears - classy), Dad, and Aunt Jenny.
Side note/Funny Story: with Pancreatic cancer often comes diabetes (check) and apparently jaundice (check again). Grandma was pretty yellow when I saw her, and I'm told it was much worse earlier in the week. She was so orange that my four-year-old cousin is convinced that too much Mac & Cheese is to blame. He wouldn't go near the stuff.
My Grandma's husband, Glayde. Such a sweet man.
Mother and Son. My dad has kept a pretty diligent watch.
Okay, my family can't remain serious for very long, nor are we particularly reverent/respectful. Sorry in advance.
My Uncle Greg took my camera on a photo tour of the hospital (thanks again for that, Greg) and found some religious literature in the Chapel, which we found later. Somehow its message strikes me as a tad bit macabre. "Should you fear Hell?" Really? In a hospital?
Apparently half my family has the fear and the other is already soaring with the angels.
I'll close with this photo, taken by Greg on his photo tour.
I love you, Grandma.
Friday, January 16, 2009
Thursday, January 15, 2009
My go-to’s for culinary genius/inspiration include The Rookie Cookie (who, if you’re nice, will even custom craft recipes to your requests, like spring rolls especially for Jill!), The Pioneer Woman & Kayotic Kitchen (both of whom include step by step photos-genius!), and The Glutten Free Goddess. Well, I have a new go-to: Gwyneth Paltrow. I'll admit, I’m a little obsessed with her weekly newsletters via her site “Goop.” Last night I said to myself, “Self, here’s a women who was raised on five-star cuisine and who probably has some pretty accomplished chefs giving her tips...why not try one of her recipes.” So I did – tweaking her "Sweet Potato and Goat Cheese Frittata" only slightly. It was surprisingly easy. More importantly, it was delicious. You should try it - it won’t disappoint..unless you hate sweet potato, egg, and goat cheese - in which case you're outta luck. Sorry.
Note: My personal tweaks included adding spinach and green onion to the egg mixture, sauteeing garlic with the shallots, using egg whites only (12 eggs total - vs. 6 whole eggs), and using garlic & herb goat cheese (rather than plain).
Note 2: oddly enough, The Pioneer Woman posted a similar (albeit more...country western) recipe today. Find it here.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Also, a Note to Self:
Make 2009 the year I finally develop good posture. ('Cause this is not attractive.)
Sunday, January 11, 2009
...probably because of this:
...or maybe this:
Thursday, January 8, 2009
I. Could. NEVER. Do. This.
So far from my mind is skydiving, that when I received Ryan's text saying, "I just fell 14,000 feet! My fingers are sore from throwing up the 'hang-loose' sign too much. It couldn't be helped!" I thought he was somehow announcing his recent return from Hawaii. Kenny (who had immediately decoded Ryan's message) informed me of this event a few hours later. All I can say is...wow. Pretty awesome.
Unfortunately, this act served to solidify our mother's concern that her only son has a death wish. It also permanently solifies Hudd's nickname for Ryan: SkyRocket. (Luckily, I think he has always liked it anyway.)
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Among the many accomplished loved-ones I have is Amelia and Justin Lyon. I've bragged about them before and posted their photos here (not that they need my press or anything). Well, they just were named among the 25 best wedding photographers in the world by Junebug Weddings. Amy's photo was even the feature cover! Congrats guys - I can't think of anyone more deserving.
Kenny and I also know (or have at least met) several of the other photographers highlighted - through Amelia and Hudd, of course. Congrats to all of them, too!
Saturday, January 3, 2009
Thursday, January 1, 2009
Welcome. I’m happy you’re here. I have some big plans for you. Plans I put off during 2008 when, mid-year, I concluded that 2008 was ultimately a net loss and I just wrote it off right then. (In retrospect 2008 did, however, have some pretty amazing moments. I guess I can’t say it was a total loss. Oh well, moving on.)
2009, I view you now as a newborn baby – innocent and full of potential. Please don’t disappoint. The possibilities you hold are endless and I find profound hope in your newness – hopes that include progression, simplicity, acquisition, increased spirituality, new experiences, new sights and places, achievement, balance, love (both given and received, for others and for myself), increased understanding and wisdom, laughter, and (hopefully) joy. Lots and lots of joy.
2009, I’ve been anxiously awaiting your arrival these past six months, and now that you’re finally here I can hardly contain myself. The moment the clock struck midnight and the giant disco ball dropped in Times Square was magical – magic that was hampered only slightly by the discomfort of watching the once great Dick Clark struggle through his monologue. (Yes, I know he had a stroke, but it’s still awkward to listen to him talk. On national television. For several hours. I guess I’ll have to ask you, 2009, to maybe bring me greater sympathy and compassion, too. On the bright side, Dick Clark with a stroke beats Ryan Seacrest hands down, any day. Can I get an Amen? Okay, moving on.)
I’ll leave you for now, 2009. With all the parties thrown in your honor last night, you must be exhausted. Plus, I’m off to run the horse trails as I have to work off the handful of cherry sours I had for breakfast. (See, greater balance already. Also, as an example of the increased love you'll bring me, I foresee a very loving relationship developing between my dentist and me in 2009.) Anyway, we’ll chat again soon, 2009, to finalize my plans for you. Till then, take it easy and enjoy your day off. I know I will.