Tuesday, July 29, 2008
I have felt one earthquake since moving to Southern California six years ago. I was sitting in my parked car chatting with a friend, who was also a Utah transplant and earthquake virgin. The car began to shake. We looked at each other wide eyed and – thinking some hoodlum must be outside jumping on my car’s trunk (because yeah, that just happens all the time) – I gunned it and sped down the street. And that’s all the thought we gave to the ordeal. Upon returning home we couldn’t figure out why all our pictures were askew or on the floor. Finally, Kenny got through to see if we enjoyed the "ride" courtesy of Mother Nature. Oh.
So today I’m sitting at work when the whole building starts bouncing and I hear the files in the next room crashing around. After a moment of confused staring, I dove under my desk and watched the hanging florescent lights sway side to side as I tried not to contemplate the actual weight of ten stories of office building or how badly it would hurt if that weight were to come crashing down on me. I tried not to worry about the fact that my trusty (i.e. never-used) 72 hour kit was far away in my car’s trunk parked on the seventh story of the parking structure. I tried not to start yelling at my colleagues for being so quiet and making me feel like I was overreacting. So I watched the light sway and listened to the building creak and groan and tried to tell myself that Mother Nature was hooking me up with a great story to tell ...for my birthday. I guess you could say my 25th was quite the event.
Update: My "friend" Andrew has a different take on todays events. I quote: "An earthquake on your birthday...God must hate you. Congratulations." If he wasn't full of witty one-liners like that, I might have cancelled some lunch plans. Lucky him.
Saturday, July 26, 2008
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Once upon a time, Kenny was 13 and had these two great friends, Freddy (left) and Blair (right).
Who after 16 years that included junior high, high school, missions, marriage, and children, became these guys:
And they're still friends.
Tre studies the leash before the boys head out to surf. I love how focused he is in this photo. I also love that he thought our air mattress was a trampoline. No sleeping in with kids around. Love it.
Saturday, July 19, 2008
- (a) are not biologically related,
- (b) didn't grow up with me, or
- (c) wasn't my super fun/handsome/kind/hardworking husband.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
STAIR CLIMB TO THE TOP - Think you’ve got what it takes to make it to the top?I pushed the button to register before I really thought it through, and now I'm nervous. So I post this not to brag, but to keep from canceling my registration. Now that you all know about it, I can't back out. So when this day comes, and I'm suffering from an excruciating build up of lactic acid and feel like I'll never walk again, you can be sure I'll be cursing your name. Because you made me do it.
Be part of the City National team for Stair Climb to the Top – by climbing the tallest building on the west coast to raise funds for the Ketchum-Downtown YMCA in support of their programs for youth, families and seniors in downtown. All fitness levels welcome, free training provided by the Y! It’s 75 stories and 1500 steps, and all you need is the desire to make it to the top!
So a few weekends ago, an old friend from high school (Jessica) came down to take some pictures for work and Kenny and I agreed to "model" for some stock photography. Really we would have agreed to much more just to hang out with her. We spent the day lounging around her dad's amazing place in San Juan Capistrano: laying out by the pool, swimming, eating good food, and exploring the grounds. It was really fun to see her! If anyone is in the Provo area this weekend (or the rest of this month) she's showing some of her more artistic stuff at Gallery OneTen (110 South 300 West). She's super-talented and it would be well worth your time. You can also check out her blog here.
I love good food. LOVE it. This place (Landmark: on PCH in Corona Del Mar) has it. Cool atmosphere, great decor, and FANTASTIC food. Three words: Chilean Sea Bass. Order it and enjoy the food orgasm. It's that good. (Plus they have some a great looking menu. Thanks, Scott and Sarah, for the invite, great company, and delightful meal.)
How is it that Xanadu is one of my mother's all time favorite movies and it took me 24.9 years to experience it? I know my mom has tried her best, but she utterly failed in this matter. Roller skates, Neon Lights, Singing/Dancing, Olivia Newton John staring WITH Gene Kelly...seriously. The perfect recipe for awesome. I have a sudden urge to see it on Broadway. Then again, I'll use any excuse I can to visit New York. (Once again, thanks go to Sarah and Julia for correcting my childhood depravity and watching it with me. By the way, Julia can sing along to every song on this movie. Talented? You have no idea.)
These two crazy kids (Steve and Britt) are a pretty good time. I'd recommend you hang out with them if you are in the L.A. area, like Korean food, and enjoy dry humor. Also, if your lucky, Britt might teach you come great ab exercises. I busted out a yoga mat on Hollywood Blvd. (at Cantaloop right by the Kodak Theatre) and she showed me some moves that will (hopefully) flatten and sculpt my mid-section. I say hopefully because I love sugar. Remember, she showed me the moves while getting frozen yogurt.
That's right. Point. Break. LIVE. So much fun. As a testament to Keanu Reeve's superior acting abilities, an audience member is selected to play Keanu's role as Johnny Utah. Because Keanu just makes you feel as though you too can act. (At least as well as Keanu). Thanks Keanu.
If your in Hollywood on a Friday/Saturday, check this performance out at the DragonFly. It's so much fun. I won't say too much else (don't want to spoil it), but I'd recommend buying the "survival kit." Fake blood can be kind of sticky.
Monday, July 7, 2008
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
This former brothel is now a bakery. I'm practicing my best "madame" pose.
Like all small tourist towns, the gift shops never fail to impress. This little gem of a souvenir has absolutely nothing to do with the Grand Canyon, Williams, the geography, or history. This one's for you, Elise.
We got to watch the Youngest Civil War Band in the U.S. They've won stuff (or so they said).
As we explored the town, a show-down occurred in the middle of the road. Weird, the same thing was happening as we drove into town the night before! Crazy. (Have I mentioned that i LOVED Williams. Seriously. So perfect.)
This was the "dumb" cowboy. He liked to scratch his bum when he was thinking really hard. I have pictures (but I'll save you all the sight). He used Anna for protection when the shooting began. (He later tried to sacrifice my mom...)
And then Kenny, Becca, Anna and I hit the town.
We managed to walk all over the down town in about 20 minutes. Oh well. We had to get up early to celebrate Kenny's birthday and for Anna to formally meet this guy.
It was a pretty fun trip, and I'm always excited to spend time with the family. Hopefully we get to meet up with them again for Peach Days...we'll see.