31 December 2008
To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee
Ella Enchanted by Gale Carson Levine
Ender's Shadow by Orson Scott Card
Tuck Everlasting by Natalie Babbitt
Anne of Green Gables by L. M. Montgomery*
Anne of Avonlea by L. M. Montgomery*
Anne of the Island by L. M. Montgomery*
The Witches by Roald Dahl
Ragged Dick or Boot Blacks in New York by Horatio Alger, Jr. *
Jude the Obscure by Thomas Hardy*
The Book Thief by Markus Zusak
The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Nighttime by Mark Haddon
Compared to 2007's list, this one is pretty paltry. Clearly I need to play fewer mindless computer games and do more reading. I'll put that on the to-do list for 2009.
*Listened to an audiobook
Balch Springs, Texas
South Jordan, Utah
Airplane flying over the Pacific
Timaru, New Zealand
Dunedin, New Zealand
Auckland, New Zealand
Waikouaiti, New Zealand
Hamilton, New Zealand
Christchurch, New Zealand
Invercargill, New Zealand
Te Anau, New Zealand
Tawanui campsite in the Catlins National Park (New Zealand)
Lake Monowai campsite, near Te Anau, New Zealand
Henry Creek campsite, near
Haast, New Zealand
Otto/MacDonalds campsite, near Franz Josef, New Zealand
Kawa, Great Barrier Island, New Zealand
F--, Washington (sort of by Seattle)
26 December 2008
When we lived with Eric's parents before moving to New Zealand, Eric's mom, Kathleen, would often tell Eric and I that she wanted to teach us piano lessons. To which both of us kind of rolled our eyes and said, "Uh, that's okay."
Then I got to New Zealand and realized how stupid that was. When you don't live in Utah, very few people in the Church know how to play the piano- like really play, like able-to-accompany-in-meetings play. And I was sort of close to being able to do those things, but not really, and I never felt really confident giving it a go.
Then on Christmas Eve Kathleen played her family-favorite rendition of Silent Night, and I happened to be sitting where I could watch her hands. Again, I was kicking myself for not taking lessons, and I told myself that the next time she said, "I want to teach you piano lessons," that I would say, "Good! I want to learn!"
So I had my first piano lesson lesson night. Like a real, bonafide piano lesson. I have a lot of technique to fix. And a lot of other learning to do. I'm excited to have such a qualified teacher; this lady really knows what she's doing!
22 December 2008
Eric and I have been keeping a secret. A big secret. A phenomenal secret that has nothing to do with any additions to our family.
Well, actually, it’s only been a secret to some. Heaps of people have known about the secret. The only ones not to know were Eric’s family.
Those of you in the know already know what Eric’s family didn’t know. And the rest of you are probably dying to know what so many others already know and what Eric’s family got to know on December 21.
We came home early. We just showed up on December 21 and walked in Eric’s parents’ house. Check out the video.
We had to tell a lot of fibs to get this to work properly, and we owe many friends many thanks for helping us to pull it off without a hitch. His parents had no idea. None. They thought we were coming home in March, which was the plan before I got laid off and was unable to find new employment.
Now, going to the
Posts and pictures to come! (And for those cousins who read the blog, could you keep this quiet? Grandma and Grandpa L don't know yet, and we want to surprise them on Christmas Eve!)
17 December 2008
14 December 2008
I have the same problem when talking about my brothers. When I say something about a sister and the person says, "Which sister?" it's an easy question to answer. Either "the younger one" or "the older one." But when they say, "Which brother?" I find myself faltering to come up with the right description. "My older brother" doesn't really cut it. They're both older. For a long time it was "the married one," but now they're both married. Then "the one with kids," but my second brother is expecting a child now, so there goes that one. Sometimes I say, "the one in Wyoming" or "the one in Texas," but when I'm telling people about my siblings and where they live, and they say, "Which one lives in Texas?" it's pretty silly to respond, "the one in Texas." And so, instead of a simple answer, it usually ends up being, "The one who is older than me but close in age." Or "the much older one."
Really, it's not that big of a deal. But when it's just a casual conversation with somebody, I just always wonder how much detail they really want. I'm guessing they usually get more than they expected.
4. The Office
3. The Daily Show
2. Jeopardy! (Haven't seen it in years, literally.)
1. hmmm... I really can't think of another one. I generally hate TV.
4 Things I did yesterday: (I'm assuming I did these things yesterday seeing as how I wrote this post over a week ago and set it to post while I'm living an Internet-free life on a beach.)
4. Swam in the South Pacific.
3. Ate seafood.
1. Applied sunscreen.
4 Things I'm looking forward to:
4. Cafe Rio salad. I know it's still a while away, but I've been wanting one ever since I moved here.
3. New nephew (maybe he's around by the time this posts!), and two other new ones (don't know the genders yet) coming in 2009.
2. Going to the temple again.
1. Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince- the movie comes out in June or July, I think!
4 Favorite restaurants:
4. Thai Ruby
3. Cafe Rio
2. Mimi's Cafe
1. Pita Pit
4 Foods I hate:
3. White bread.
2. Canned tomato soup.
4 things I want to learn:
4. how to fish
3. how to play bridge
2. how to repair household appliances
1. how to make an angel food cake
4 Things I'm obsessed with:
4. Proper spelling. If nothing else, use spellcheck!
3. Babies, pregnancy, labor
1. the Internet
4 Things you may not have known about me:
4. I'll try any food once.
3. I am an intellectual elitist.
2. I once dated an illegal immigrant. (Don't ask.)
1. If you mix beef and chicken I will look down on you. (This is especially true of broths and gravies).
4 Words that crack me up:
4. Seven (said like a kiwi)
3. Due (said like a kiwi)
2. Excellent (said like a kiwi)
1. Daddy (said like a kiwi)
12 December 2008
Growing up, we tended to put up the tree and other decorations about at the end of the first week of December, or maybe the middle of the second week. Now that I am married and in charge, we like to set up sooner- like the day after Thanksgiving. I like to set up Christmas stuff while listening to Christmas music. It's so festive.
On the Monday immediately before Christmas my family would hold a big caroling party. We'd invite lots of friends from school and work, but mostly people came from church. We wandered the neighborhood singing carols, and it was always one of my favorite parts of Christmas. Living in Texas made caroling a much more likely prospect than caroling in Utah. There were only a few Christmases where it was just too cold to go caroling.
Some years we made ginger bread houses and took them to friends. Some years we made an abundance of cookies and took them to friends.
The best part of our Christmas was, of course, Christmas Eve.
On Christmas Eve we gathered together and had a big Tex-Mex feast. We bought tamales from a local shop and Mom made chili. Sometimes Mom also made enchiladas or tacquitos. We always had chips and salsa. I don't know when the Tex-Mex Christmas Eve feast started. I remember that we did it one year as something new, and it was such a hit that my brother, Steven, and I requested us to do it again the next year. I think I was about 7 or 8 the first time. Anyway, it has become a tradition, and to be honest I don't know what we ate on Christmas Eve before that. (When I was little and my grandma was alive, we usually went to Grandma and Grandpa's house for Christmas Eve. That might be why I don't remember what Mom made for Christmas Eve when I was small- because Mom wasn't making much.)
After eating we gathered in the living room and opened all the presents. Yes, all of them. Not just a set of pajamas or the smallest gift or the biggest gift. All the gifts. (Apparently this was a Danish tradition, and my mom's grandma was Danish.) We had to open the gifts one at a time, and usually my brother and I would take turns being Santa- that is, passing out the gifts. Even though we'd pass out about five or six at a time, they were still opened individually. After a long night of opening gifts everyone settled in for bed.
On Christmas Day we'd wake up and go through our stockings. When we were little, we would have more presents to open- the ones that Santa had brought. Frankly, I have only vague recollections of what I got from Santa as a little kid, but my mom said that Santa brought the nice gifts. (I think when Eric and I have kids that Santa will bring the less-nice gifts. To be honest, I want to get the credit I deserve!)
Most years we went out to a rather nice restaurant for a Christmas buffet. Some years we went to a hotel, other years we went to a restaurant in Reunion Tower, which has a restaurant that rotates and has great views of the Dallas Metroplex.
We'd have all sorts of gourmet foods at the restaurant- including made-to-order omelets and pasta, California sushi rolls, Christmas ham and turkey, really fancy desserts.
After our lovely brunch we'd head home and play with our new Christmas whatnots.
Now that I've been married for a few years, it is fun to see how our Christmas traditions are changing. A lot of what we do depends on where we are and who we are with. Eric tends to be adamantly opposed to opening presents on Christmas Eve, but I am rather opposed to opening everything on Christmas day. So, we usually pick out a few gifts for the other one to open.
I love Christmas, and I do like hearing about other people's traditions. In fact, a few ideas for future Christmas ideas (particularly ones with kids) have come from other people. I look forward to coming up with more Christmas traditions for future years!
06 December 2008
And then it started to get shaggy (although the above picture is from two weeks ago, so trust me, it was worse!), so I insisted on him shaving it, and he said he was about ready to be done with it, but could he please have a mustache?
Before he even shaved himself a mustache, I was repulsed by the idea. Somebody in our branch grew a mustache for November, and it was dubbed The Pedophile Mustache. I'd say we could give Eric's mustache the same moniker.
Anyone needing to teach their kids about Stranger Danger? Feel free to use this photo. (And, we've got more!)
The mustache lasted about thirty minutes as I wouldn't let Eric come near me with it.
Ah! That's so much better! The clean-shaven man I met and married!
04 December 2008
And then Donna (the Young Women's President) suggested we have a Thanksgiving dinner as a mutual activity. So we had one on Wednesday night. I was surprised at how well it turned out. (The pumpkin pie, in particular, was phenomenal!)
02 December 2008
Then, much to my surprise, I learned of his passing this morning. I'm grateful that he was able to give his most recent address, and that I was able to read and ponder it just before learning of his death.
My favorite quote was this:
How can we love days that are filled with sorrow? We can't--at least not in the moment. I don't think my mother was suggesting that we suppress discouragement or deny the reality of pain. I don't think she was suggesting that we smother unpleasant truths beneath a cloak of pretended happiness. But I do believe that the way we react to adversity can be a major factor in how happy and successful we can be in life.