60 Years

This past weekend I went to Utah to celebrate my parents' 60th wedding anniversary. Yes, sixty years. Six zero. Six decades. A silver anniversary plus another 10 years. We didn't make a huge deal out of it by inviting the whole world, but we did want to have as many of their children there as possible. All six of their children were there, several grandchildren, and about half of their great-grandchildren.

Even though all six of us were there, we were only all together for one evening, so we had to make the best of it and make sure we captured that moment on film. The meeting point was the rest home where my sister lives.

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And that, friends, was the most formal part of the whole shebang. I mean, that was really the only thing on the agenda. After that the weekend was pretty much a free-for-all. People got together when they could, various children and grandchildren showed up, and we just basically hung out together as much as we could. We got reacquainted with each other, and in some cases, met relatives we hadn't yet. I met my nephew's wife and their 6 (extremely intelligent, and it goes without saying, somewhat precosious) children and was charmed by their family. I got to know another a niece-in-law better and grew to appreciate her more. I hung out with another niece who I love but who lives too far away from me to for my liking. She's only a few years younger than I am, and she's just fantastic. And I hung out with my sisters as much as I could and we all grew to love each other more. At least, I think we did. I know I did, and I hope they did.

Family. Not the people you necessarily choose to be with during your mortal life, but they're what you've been given. It's taken me awhile to figure out that mine's better than most, so I'd better make the best of it while I can.

Seven

7 Things I want to Do Before I Die

1. Explore England (all British Isles)
2. Go to Australia
3. Go back to Chile. I think. Maybe. Not sure about this one.
4. Fly an airplane.
5. Learn to ride a motorcycle
6. Own another Jeep. Tour backwoods America in it.
7. Hang glide

7 Things I Cannot Do

1. Lick my elbow
2. Sing a solo
3. Read lips. Very well. Almost never.
4. Go into management
5. Run a marthon.
6. Get married (apparently).
7. Lower my standards just to get married.

7 Things That Attracted Me to My Spouse

1. His long eyelashes.
2. His fastidiousness.
3. The fact that he greets me every day when I get home from work
4. He never leaves the toilet seat up.
5. His adoring attention to me.
6. His beautiful coat of fur.
7. Huh? Oh, "spouse." I thought you said "cat."

7 Things I Say Often

1. Oh my Helena Montana!
2. Uhhh.....
3. Huh?
4. What'd she say?
5. What are you saying?
6. Oh, for crying in the night!
7. Whoops

7 Books I Could Read Over and Over

1. The Book of Mormon
2. The Old Testament
3. The Harry Potter series (there's six right there!)
4. Cheaper By the Dozen
5. Ella Enchanted
6. I read all the time. I don't know why I can't think of more.
7. But I'll come back to this.

7 Movies I Could Watch Over and Over

1. A League of Their Own
2. Ever After
3. Ferris Bueller's Day Off
4. Pirates of the Caribbean
5. Mean Girls
6. 13 Going on 30
7. Sliding Doors

7 People I Think Should do "7"

1. I'd say her, but she's already done it.
2. I'd say Linda, but she probably won't.
3. QWK, but I'll wait for her to post her results.
4. And after that, I run out of friends.
5.
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Ren Faire

(Because I'm not quite sure how to spell "renaissaince," and am too busy to look it up.)

We went to the Ren Faire on Saturday. It's always fun to see people dressed up, even though many of the costumes make me shake my head in wonder. Some people think it's an excuse for a big costume party regardless of era, so there's all sorts of different things that shouldn't be there. Those are the ones who started off for the SciFi/Fantasty convention and made a wrong turn.

It was bigger this year than it has been in the past, or at least, it was less circular, so the beginning to end route took longer because you either went all the way and saw everything, then saw it again on the way back, or .... you didn't. We found that out the hard way when we wanted to go see the Queen's jousting tournament at 2:00. It took us about 20 minutes to make it through the crowds of people all the way to the end, because of course the jousting arena was at the very END of the whole thing.

My purchases that day include a puzzle ring, a puzzle box and a cool custom-made medallion with the tree of life on one side and a representation of the north star from the Chumash tribe on the other. Yes, it was a costly day, but those were things I've been wanting, and I haven't been to a Ren Faire in a long time, so .... there.

We went to go see Ashes and Snow the other day (that's a story for another entry), and I brought my camera with me. On the way back to the car, we stopped to play on some adult-sized playground equipment. It was an opportune photo op. What I didn't realize was that my white balances were all out of whack from playing with the camera before. It was disappointing when I was uploading them to my laptop to see how washed out everything was, but I decided to see if I could salvage any of them, and this is what I came up with:


Not too shabby, eh? The original was awful, but by adjusting the brightness and contrast, I was pleasantly surprised at some of the effects I got. I love how it looks like she's walking on air. And I love how she's so unselfconscious about being photographed.

Swoop In Like a Seagull

I was having such a busy day on Monday, that it was beyond frustrating. There is only one me, but enough work on this project and in my regular duties to provide enough work for two or two and a half mes. Easily. The added workload makes it harder to leave work at work and is adding a fair amount of stress to my life.

So much stress, in fact, that I sometimes say things I shouldn't. Like the conversation I had with one of my more annoying consultants/contractors working for me on this project. He was there with his "team" supposedly to work, but since there were so many of them there, they were making more work for me, as opposed to actually accomplishing things. Or so it seemed at the time. I asked him when he was coming back to finish up their tasks, and he said not until Thursday. I said, "Wow, Russell. You're just like a seagull. You swoop in here, crap all over everything, and then leave."

I really need to master that whole "think before you speak" principle.

I Call Dibs!

So I'm talking to my good friend Kay this morning. She has two children, ages two and 6 months. Both of them are adopted, which usually isn't important, but does come into play, so you need to know the backstory.

It's been interesting watching her go from a mom of one to a mom of two. One child is okay, but two are more than a handful. She's pretty clear on the fact that two is all she's going to have, not just because of the home management issues, but also because the agency they went through has a two kid per couple limit.

While we were talking today, she said something again about two being all she could handle. But then she quickly said, "Oh, I need to be careful about about saying that though, huh?"

"Well, sure, because you might adopt again."

"Yeah, we might adopt again. But also, I need to be careful because someone I know might get pregnant someday. Like if you ever get knocked up that's an ideal situation for me."

She speaks rapid-fire fast, each word blurring and blending into each other, so sometimes it takes me a second or two to catch up to what she's saying.

"So, let me get something straight. If I get knocked up that's ideal for you?"

"Well, yeah. You're my friend, so you know, free baby."

"Well, if I ever did get knocked up, there's no way I'm giving the baby to you."

"Why not? YOu don't think you'd want to hear me on the phone all the time, 'Laura, stop hitting your brother! Laura, stop setting the house on fire! Laura, put your sister down and go to your room!' You don't think you'd want to listen to that all the time?"

"Well, right. I mean, no offense, I know you're a great mom and all, but, I'd have to give up my friendship with you if you're going to raise my kid, because I couldn't handle seeing it all the time and it wouldn't be mine anymore.

"Huh. (Making weighing motion with hands.) Give up my friendship with Laura or free baby. Friendship with Laura, free baby."

"Oh no, no, no my friend. You're not getting this kid for free from me! It'll cost you....thirty-thousand dollars."

"Thirty thousand! Man, for that much, you'd better be sleeping with Pierce Brosnan then."

Dakota, Christmas Kitty

Okay, I guess he can't technically be called my Christmas kitty since I didn't get him for Christmas, but my oh my, he did love the festivities. He loved having people over, he loved socializing, he loved the extra food, and he loved the Christmas tree. From the moment it went up, it became his personal playground.

Sometimes, he even stopped long enough for me to take a photo.