Friday, August 28, 2009

Stuck in Zions

I know its now August, but this is a story that I haven't had the chance to tell you all yet. And I'm going to tell you now. Even though we're way closer to the coming Christmas than the one that that involved this story. It's my blog, and I can procrastinate if I want to!

Right... back to the story. Well, this past Christmas it was just Mom, Audrey, and I at home for some of the time. I think my mom felt a little bad that we weren't going to to have as much Christmas craziness as usual, so she planned a fun adventure for us. Saint George is right next to part of Zions National Park and we haven't really had the chance to see much of it, so mom arranged for a jeep tour of part of Zions.

Funny thing is, even though it rarely snows in Utah's Dixie, a huge storm system moved through and there was snow everywhere! We got in the jeep and took off up the mountain. We went a ways and it was beautiful. Not many people see the redrock cliffs of Zions covered in snow, and it was just amazing! As we got higher and higher, there were more and more trucks that had towed snowmobiles up the mountain, unloaded and pulled off to the side of the road. The traffic slowed down a bit and the jeep started slipping and sliding on the road, so we decided to turn around rather than risk getting stuck.

Turning around was a little bit nerve-racking, but we made it OK. We headed back down the mountain, with our guide driving carefully seeing as the road was pretty steep and snow-packed. Unfortunately, because our driver was such a nice guy, when another truck was coming up the road, we pulled to the right to make sure they had plenty of space on the road to get around us. Now, the road wasn't all that narrow, and they probably could have gotten around us in any case. As it was, we pulled right to what looked like road, but was actually just loose snow that the snow plow had leveled off to look like road. There wasn't any paved shoulder to the road, and the dirt shoulder dropped off pretty steeply.

The long and short of it is that we got stuck, and we got stuck good. Our front right wheel was completely buried, and the wheel was just spinning. We spend some time trying to get out. My cell phone didn't get reception, the driver's cell phone didn't get reception, but Mom and Audrey's phones got some reception, so we were able to call for help. Our guide called his Bishop and his strapping sons to come and help us. (Yes, they were all married. My mom made sure to ask.) It took some doing, because the truck that was trying to help pull us out kept slipping.

It was beautiful, but really cold. Especially for Audrey. She has less insulation than Mom and I, so she was really struggling. Her hands got to the point where they were starting to feel numb, so she found an interesting way to keep them warm. Turns out your armpits are one of the warmest spots on your body. Someone else's armpits are sometimes warmer than your own! It was really funny to watch :)

We did finally get out, and headed all the way down the mountain with an entourage. We passed some cowboys driving their cattle in the sunset. We got an additional little bit of tour, and then got dropped off at our car. We went and looked around the museum a bit, saw lots of stuffed animals native to the area, and then went and had a warm dinner at Olive Garden! It was a fun trip, and makes for a good story!

Calvin did drive up and surprise us for Christmas, and we got to spend some time with the Sowards. It was made for a great Holiday Season!!

Thursday, August 27, 2009

Tu-Tu Cute

I am way behind on my blog posts, but am just going to post old stories whenever I get around to it. Hopefully I'll get caught up and things will be in chronological order and recent, but for now just enjoy the stories as they roll out!

My roomate Michèle rented a tutu to run in the Nutcracker 5K this past winter. (The link is pretty outdated, but it'll give you a pretty good idea what it is all about) She mentioned how relatively crappy the tutu was and mentioned how easy it would be to make one. A better one. That gave me an idea. I googled how to make a tutu and was a little surprised at how easy it was to make them. I went to wally-world and bought a whole bunch of sparkly tulle and cut it into strips and looped it onto an elastic waistband.
I made a Barbie pink one for Michèle, a hot-pink and purple one for Katherine, and ones for my nieces: purple for Cindy, pink for Sarah, yellow for Anna, and a little green one for baby Kate. Jared got spiderman pajamas and a cape.
I was pretty sure Ben wouldn't have appreciated me making his son a tutu. Even if it was going to be blue. Everyone was so cute! Merry Christmas to everyone!

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Sadistic Summer

As I was scanning baby pictures for my little biggest brother, I came across these pictures. Proof that my parents used their children as a private source of amusement. This particular incident involved a traditional summertime treat. Most of the time this summertime delight is served in bite-sized cubes or inch-thick slices. Usually. When one isn't intent on using your position as "parent" to construct humorous situations involving young children just to fulfill your sick, sick sense of humor.

This is representative of the size of the slices of watermelon given to the adults:


And these are the slices given to the toddlers:


I just bet my "loving parents" had sooooo much fun watching their kids trying to handle eating 1/4 of a watermelon each.

Sick? Twisted? You decide!

Monday, May 4, 2009

Stand By Me

In keeping with my love of all of you, I thought I'd pass along this little gem. Make sure you have your sound turned on for this one! I recommend viewing it in full-screen mode. If it doesn't bring a tear to your eye and a smile to your face, I'm pretty sure you and I shouldn't be friends anymore. Consider this your warning...



You can read up on Playing for Change here.

Monday, April 27, 2009

Deep Thoughts

My home teachers took my roomates and I out for ice cream at sub-zero tonight. One of them got ice cream with little M&Ms in it and I had this thought:

When we think of "colored M&Ms" we think of the red, blue, yellow, orange and green ones, but not really the brown ones.

When we think of "people of color" we think of the brown ones, and not the ones that are pink, yellow, or whatever other color of person that may exist in this wonderful world.

And come to think of it, "colorful language" rarely actually involves the speaking of words describing any colors found in any rainbow I've ever seen.

Funny how that works...

Friday, April 17, 2009

A random childhood memory

I have no idea why, but I had a random memory pop into my head and I thought I'd share.

Connie had a science fair project back when we lived in Las Cruces where she was testing the effect of subliminal messages. She did it by recording her own voice suggesting a particular number between 1 and 10 underneath a popular song of the day. These voice recordings were inaudible under the song. She then had multiple people listen to the song and tell which number the song made them think of. The song was "Toy Soldiers" by Martika. Connie needed a larger sample set so she had to have me listen as well. I listened for a while and then guessed "4". You see, the song had the lyric "we all fall down" and to me, the number most likely to fall down is the number 4. It only has one leg and top heavy on one side. I didn't guess the right number and Connie got mad at me. I screwed up her science fair project and she didn't like it one bit!

Funny, huh!