Simply Julie

Rings On Her Fingers

2012-01-29T21:23:00.000-07:00

Big rings are "the thing" right now and, of course, Abby is on top of her fads. So, after making this fabric flower, topping it with beads, and locating a paperclip in my desk drawer, her creation was immediately turned into a ring.

Two years ago we turned great grandma's old clip-on earrings into trendy bobby pins? (You can see that post here.)

This year we turned them into rings with bling.

"With rings on her fingers and bells on her toes

She shall have music wherever she goes."

A Toy for the Scientist

2012-01-18T20:17:00.000-07:00

Brian was absolutely no help in offering up his wish list for Christmas this year so I decided to peruse our local upscale toy store for a creative gift of some sort. I remember reading about Buckyballs on C. Jane's blog so they were on my radar of possibilities. I found Nano dots instead. (I wonder which brand is the original.) They were pricey, but I had to get SOMETHING fun for Brian to accompany the boring shirts and ties I had already purchased.

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Ironically, they were the very last present we opened at our house on Christmas day. They had fallen beneath a chair almost lost and forgotten. Brian opened them in the usual cheerful and grateful manner, but I sensed a bit of indifference.

The kids were the ones who found them the most entertaining over the next few weeks. I left them out on our kitchen counter to encourage creativity and to deter the kids from their usual down time activities of TV and computer games. I had a bit of success.

Among other things, Abby made a mouse

and Travis made an elephant.

One evening last week I forced the Nano dots into my husband's hands and told him to "play" while I finished up dinner.

Suddenly, his indifference turned to curiosity and amazement.

"This is really interesting!"

"The minimization of energy is so different than what I expected."

"No wonder the lattices have dislocations."

HUH?

On and on it went. I laughed at him and then wrote it all down. He was hooked. A successful gift--appreciated a few weeks late, but appreciated none the less.

I love that scientist of mine.

Poster Child

2012-01-05T17:01:00.000-07:00

We were quite surprised when Travis informed us this poster was hanging in his high school band room advertising BYU's bands and percussion. Do you recognize our daughter, Rachel? I wonder how many other band rooms across the state and country have Rachel posted on their bulletin boards.

Pretty awesome we think.

Nativity by Abby

2011-12-22T18:38:00.000-07:00

Abby sketched Mary and baby Jesus one night after she was tucked into bed. I had to share.

Merry Christmas!

Dear Rachel (#5)

2011-12-19T08:11:00.000-07:00

Dear Rachel,

Your sister is now officially a teenager. Thanks so much for the book you sent her. She's heard it's a great read. Of course, she also loved the crazy-fun hat from Grandma Stoker. Her friends can't decide if it's a monkey, a giraffe, or a zebra. What do you think?

These cute cupcakes were delivered to our door this week--Reindeer at the North Pole!

I can't believe it was 70 degrees in Atlanta when I called you this week. It's been so cold here in Utah that I'm breaking out all the soup recipes. I made your Stoneless Stone Soup recently--love that one. This time I used spicy sausage and it warmed are bodies from the inside out. (I even posted it on my Salads and Such blog which has been ignored a bit lately.)

Since you weren't able to come to Travis' Christmas Concert this year, I've brought it to you. Enjoy your brother and the rest of the Percussion Ensemble playing Trepak from The Nutcracker. It was my favorite.

Love,
Mom

Popcorn Balls

2011-12-16T09:11:00.000-07:00

Making popcorn balls as a family is a tradition we TRY to keep each December.

While the syrup reaches "soft ball" stage, we pop a huge bowl of popcorn with our ancient air popper. It really is a group effort when it's time to pour the hot syrup over the popcorn and stir to coat each piece. Many hands dig in to form the balls. (Cold wet hands work best.)

Of course, the best part of the process is the eating. They are delicious!

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My dad is the one who started this tradition. When he was a boy his family would make popcorn balls, wrap them in red or green cellophane and hang them on their Christmas tree. When friends or neighbors stopped by during the Holidays, they each would receive one of the homemade treats to enjoy.

We miss my dad very very much, but luckily, my kids have sweet memories of making popcorn balls with their grandpa.

Here is his recipe:

Popcorn Balls
2 c. sugar
2/3 c. white corn syrup
2/3 c. water
1/2 lb. butter
1 1/2 tsp. salt
1 1/2 tsp. vanilla or maple flavoring (We actually used both.)

Cook all ingredients except the flavorings until the mixture forms a soft ball in cold water. Add vanilla and/or maple and pour over popcorn. (If you only use one type of flavoring, make it maple.)

Coca-Cola Crate Advent Calendar

2011-12-09T14:03:00.014-07:00

I acquired this Coca-Cola crate when Brian and I were first married. I really have no idea how old it is--perhaps vintage 1960s or 1970s? The crate was left alone for a couple years until a friend suggested I turn it into an Advent calendar to count down the days until Christmas. I jumped on that idea since I have quite a fascination with Advent calendars.

There were, coincidentally, 24 compartments, which would take us through Christmas Eve. It was quite a fun treasure hunt finding small Christmasy knickknacks that were just right the size for the cubbyholes.

Each trinket is concealed within a square of red or green tissue paper until it is "opened" on the appropriate day. The fat plaid ribbon has adorned the box for years. I suppose I could change it up, but my kids might rebel at the thought of altering our traditional holiday decor.

There it is. A snapshot of Christmas at our house. Happy Holidays!

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Dear Rachel (#4)

2011-12-06T22:36:00.000-07:00

Dear Rachel,

I can't believe it's been a month since my last blog letter to you. Did you get your Christmas tree all adorned Monday night? If so, I need pictures, please. Most of our decorations are up. Travis will work on setting up the train this weekend.

What do you think of this centerpiece? I already had everything so I was pretty happy.

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Now that I am finally starting to feel better, here are the pictures of Thanksgiving I promised:

It was so wonderful having BOTH grandmas with us AND Renee & Haley, AND Kirk & Beverly & kids. A rare Thanksgiving gathering indeed.

(Renee, Kirk, and Beverly)

There was lots of cousin time:

(Haley, Abby, Emmeline, Seth, and Isabelle)

(Haley and Abby straightened Emmeline's hair)

(before church)

(Abby and Isabelle)

We missed you a TON, but SO glad you were able to have Thanksgiving with Harold and Barbara. Have a good rest of the week.

Love,

Mom

Connecting the Freckles

2011-11-29T20:57:00.000-07:00

Ever feel so sick that all you can do is lie in bed and stare at the freckles on your arm?

I have. I am.

I started connecting those freckle-dots in childhood during my numerous strep throat infections. The habit reappeared for the first four months of each of my pregnancies. This week the visual exercise returned due to a cold that is perhaps the worst I have had in my 47 years.

You'd think that by now I would have already entertained all the cold viruses out there, but noooooo. This one had to introduce itself on Thanksgiving night. I ignored it the best I could. Family was in town for one thing!

Monday, however, it tackled me hard and once again I lie staring blankly at those freckle-dots feeling like I was going to die.

A few rounds of solitaire is just about the only thing I can muster in between freckle staring.

My sick bed companion doesn't have freckles. Trying to find something to count on him gives me an even greater headache.

Come on antibodies. Do your thing. I'm sick of being sick.

All Tucked In

2011-11-20T08:05:00.000-07:00

There is a certain 12-year-old at my house who still insists on treating our cats like her own personal dolls. One morning before she left for school she tucked them in all nice and cozy at the foot of her bed. She must have done a good job because they actually stayed put and snoozed away.

After taking a quick peek to see what I was up to, Lucy resumed her sweet slumber. Linus, of course, wasn't phased in the slightest.

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The Art of Asking

2011-11-15T19:00:00.000-07:00

He'd already gone to bed on his 16th birthday when there was a knock at the door. No one was there. Yet, the doorstep was not empty. Attached to two green helium balloons was a small white Cupcake Chic take-out container and a note.

An embarrassed yet happy grin appeared on his face the next morning when he discovered that he had been asked to the Sadie Hawkins dance. Clues written on the balloon strings were quickly deciphered as he figured out who his date would be.

"How are you going to answer her?" his mom queried. "I don't know. That's why I have sisters," he replied.

The next night his reply found its way to her doorstep--a red velvet cupcake from The Sweet Tooth Fairy complete with homemade "YES" flag.

Luckily this asking/replying interchange was relatively simple (not to mention delicious.)

Do they do this where you live?

Often the "asking" can be quite elaborate in these parts, and it really is only done for the bigger school-sponsored dances like PROM, MORP, Homecoming, etc. The concept was foreign to me until I came to BYU as a college freshman. Once again I live in Provo, and the practice is as strong as ever.

Anyone know how and when this even started?

"Curiouser and Curiouser"

Dear Rachel (#3)

2011-11-04T06:33:00.003-06:00

Dear Rachel,

What does Fall look like in Atlanta? Take some pictures and post them on your blog when you can. Here's a peek at our yard this year. You know I love all the red. :)

(Our apples are few, but the ones we do have are big and beautiful.)

(burning bushes in the backyard)

(Too many leaves! We are waiting for a windstorm to blow them into the Ogden's yard--just kidding!)

(Virginia Creeper edging up the front of the house)

(Remember the little bird nibbling on the apple in my last letter? This blue bird is finishing the job.)

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Abby had the toughest time deciding what to be for Halloween this year. In fact, she wasn't even sure she was going trick or treating until the very last minute. She wore her poodle skirt from last year to school, but when she got home, she got to work on her original idea--a Rubik's Cube. She cut, designed, and painted it all by herself.

The kids' pumpkins were pretty spooky. Travis' toothy snarl was especially intimidating.

We love you and miss you--especially since it was the first year we didn't get to see you in your traditional "poor sailor boy" costume. Have a good weekend!

Mom

Startling my Mother Heart

2011-10-30T07:26:00.000-06:00

My mother heart caught its breath, stared, wondered, and smiled as I listened to their exchange, then witnessed it with my own eyes. Travis was successfully helping Abby with her Algebra homework!

These two have had quite a history. They can be the best of friends, and then . . . let's just say they know exactly how to "push each other's buttons." Travis' first attempt at helping Abby didn't go very well. Her frustration at not understanding took control and she was in no mood to be teachable. At that point I intervened and insisted she move to a different room and work on her Utah Studies homework for a while until she cooled down.
When that assignment was complete round two began. I sat quietly in a neighboring room listening to their interchange. I was utterly amazed at how well it went. Travis was calm, patient, and perfectly pedagogical. He asked Abby questions to gauge her understanding and rephrased explanations when she didn't get it. Abby did her part too, by listening and keeping her tone in check.

I peeked around the corner and snuck a picture. It was awesome. I love it when the rewards come.

Dear Rachel (#2)

2011-10-25T06:33:00.012-06:00

Dear Rachel,

I think it's time for another pictorial update. Abby followed your lead and has made a number of headbands since you left. The majority haven't been very successful, but this one made her very happy. She created it completely by herself. She did end up with a nice hot-glue gun blister on the tip of her finger, though, which she nursed for several days.

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Cross-country has officially ended for Travis. I had no idea what a cross-country meet entailed until this Fall. The number of runners in this invitational in Murray was particularly overwhelming. I tried to capture the scene with my iPhone.

Travis loves running now and has improved significantly over the season. He basically PR'd (set a personal record) at almost every meet. These pictures are from Regionals where he ran Varsity. It was a cold and rainy day, but he had a great morning.

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Guess what I saw outside our kitchen window today? I grabbed my camera and shot these through the glass and screen. It made me smile.

We miss you and love you lots!

Mom

Hello Halloween

2011-10-18T11:51:00.001-06:00

It's a good thing I still have children around here who want me to decorate for Halloween, otherwise, those boxes under the stairs might never see the light of day.

Here is my version of a Halloween centerpiece. I combined two ideas from my Pinterest Halloween board.

At first Travis was disgusted that I nestled perfectly good candy next to flower stems. When I explained that the flowers were in a vase within a vase, he eagerly reached in and stole a few. Over the past couple of days the top layer has gradually disappeared. I've replenished it a time or two.

Our entryway is the same as last year. I'm glad I took of picture of it so it could be replicated. It's too hard to be creative every year. I did find a free printable (here) which I printed and hung on the wall.

Hello Halloween!

Vatican City

2011-10-13T09:39:00.000-06:00

We spent our last day in Rome exploring the Vatican Museums, the Sistine Chapel, and St. Peter's Basilica.

(A Vatican guard)

The Vatican Museums were overwhelming. There was just too much to see. Mazes of rooms housed sculptures, paintings, tapestries, maps, ancient artifacts, books, and much more. The audio tour was a life saver, but we could have easily spend days there. Eventually, I had to just put my camera down and attempt to absorb it all with my own eyes.

(Rachel, this flutist is for you.)

(looking down)

(looking up)

(How would you like a bathtub like this?)

I can honestly say that the Sistine Chapel was my favorite place of our entire trip. As we entered the room, it was literally packed with people. Carefully we made our way to one of the side walls and waited a few minutes until a bench was available. It was a welcome relief to finally sit down. We entered the corresponding number on our audio player, gazed up at the ceiling, and were filled with awe.

There it was--right above me. That iconic image of the creation of Adam.

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I was so impressed with the shared truth between the Catholic church (as viewed through Michelangelo's frescoes) and my own church (The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints or Mormons). It was all there--the Creation of the World, the Creation of Adam and Eve, the Fall, and the need for a Savior and Redeemer in Jesus Christ.

For a few moments I was in my own world of wonder and inspiration. I knew and felt (once again) that God loved and knew me and that His plan was the way, the truth, and the light.

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Michelangelo's painting of The Last Judgement on the wall above the main doors is so complex, yet so symbolic of what I believe.

I have much to learn from these masterpieces. It was a true blessing to see them for myself.

As our day in Rome came to a close we lined up for a tour of Saint Peter's Basilica and Square.

(The remains (with mask) of pope Blessed Innocent XI)

(A baptismal font)

It was all quite magnificent.

Dear Rachel (#1)

2011-10-06T06:34:00.004-06:00

Dear Rachel,

You've recently asked for more pictures and for more news from home. This letter to you (and David, of course) is my solution. Perhaps this correspondence will arrive once a week, maybe less frequently, but hopefully it will help you feel like you are still connected to home even though you are 1500 miles away.

On Sunday we all heard the exciting news that the Provo Tabernacle would be rebuilt as the second LDS temple in Provo. When the announcement was made Dad was upstairs on the phone dealing with the insurance agency about his wrecked car. He thought for sure we had switched channels and were watching a football game instead of General Conference when he heard our shouts of joy.

I drove by the Tabernacle on Tuesday and took a picture for you. Here's how it looks this first week of October, 2011.

While there I ran into the "main man" who has been at the site since that fateful day last December when the Tabernacle burned. He told me the building has been shored up for the Winter and that he will be meeting with the temple architect this week. It looks like construction will start some time in the Spring. I will document the progress for you!

Someone posted this sign on the wall in front of the Tabernacle along with white handkerchiefs and balloons. The balloons had popped, but the sign and handkerchiefs remain along with a second message right next to the first.

We told you about Dad's accident on the way to the BYU game last Friday. It wasn't his fault, but it is, oh, so very sad. Even though his car is only a Honda Civic SI and not the typical midlife crisis car (like a Ferrari or Porsche) your dad adored it none-the-less. I learned to take deep cleansing breaths whenever he took corners or whizzed around a driver that was a bit too slow. Even when repaired, the car will never be the same.

Abby has taken a liking to wearing her hair in two braids whenever she plays soccer. No one else on her team does this, and I am certain that is why she enjoys doing so.

It seems to be a tradition now. Whenever General Conference rolls around (twice a year) Abby begs me to braid her hair in little braids all over her head. Day and night they "set" with the result being a head full of perfectly crimped and curled tresses come Monday morning. I think Travis was a bit bored because he took a turn combining them even further when my assignment was completed.

It obviously took some intense concentration.

It's Homecoming week on campus. The flags are flying and the Y on the mountain is lit up every night. It's definitely Autumn in Utah.

We miss you and love you lots!

Mom

When in Rome . . .

2011-10-03T07:11:00.001-06:00

take lots of pictures--

pictures of ancient buildings you'd never thought you'd see in your lifetime like the Colosseum

(Factoid: only 2% of the gladiators survived)

or the Pantheon.

Notice the fountains--

especially the Trevi Fountain.

Try to ignore the throngs of people doing exactly the same thing.

When in Rome . . . fit in as many sites as possible. The centuries and centuries of history leaves one in awe.

When in Rome . . . eat an authentic panini and a pistachio gelato, exhaust yourself thoroughly, and still end it all with a smile.

Glass, Glass, Everywhere

2011-09-29T06:40:00.000-06:00

The island of Murano (in Venice, Italy) is renown for its glass making.

I loved exploring all the shops and discovering unique artisans down random walkways.

I even took advantage of a photo op with a "Comet Glass Star" made by Master glass maker Simone Cenedese for Christmas 2007 in Murano.

Speaking of Christmas, we HAD to do the touristy thing and purchase an ornament depicting our travels this year. How could we not resist Santa on a gondola?

We actually toyed with the idea of purchasing a red glass chandelier for our living room.

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But, alas, I opted instead for a little glass-topped box to add to my collection. I was especially happy with the fact that we met and talked with the artisan herself.

Still . . . the chandelier would have been fun.

Marzipan and the Watergate

2011-09-20T07:37:00.000-06:00

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The Watergate to me meant Napoleons, cookies, and marzipan-shaped animals long before it was ever associated with Richard Nixon. My parents watched the Watergate Complex rise along the banks of the Potomac River in the 1960s and happily discovered the upscale Watergate Pastry on its lower level. Every family jaunt into D.C. would end with us begging my parents to visit the speciality shop. Occasionally they would relent. If we were lucky, one or more of us children would be dropped off with a parent, skip down the stairs past the saucer-shaped fountains into the cream and sugar-laden patisserie. The other parent would patiently drive around and around the block until we appeared at the curb white box in hand.

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The flavors and scents of the delicacies within this parcel will forever evoke happy childhood memories.

One of the most significant ways my dad showed his love to us was through gift-giving. Occasionally (usually around the Holidays) he would arrive home from work bearing sweet little marzipan animals for us children. It was an utter delight. Not only were they adorable, but to me they were delicious.

My dad never forgot how much I loved marzipan. Even as an adult living in Northern California with my own little family, he hand-carried a special white box all the way across the country containing the precious figurines from the one and only Watergate Pastry.

Marzipan sculptures will forever remind me of my father.

This explains why, on our recent trip to Venice, I literally gasped when I passed this store window. Incredible! I had never seen marzipan creations of this size or type before.

The fish and the artichokes really caught me off guard.

It was fabulous!

The Doors of Venice

2011-09-18T09:11:00.000-06:00

The doors of Venice fascinated me--the colors, the shapes, the ornamentation. Each one seems to have a story to tell.

Bright Burano

2011-09-15T07:04:00.000-06:00

I've never seen a town more colorful than Burano, Italy.

It takes about 40 minutes by water bus to get to this small island from Venice. Upon approach one can't help but notice that Burano has its own leaning tower.

Italy reminded Brian a lot of Argentina where he served a mission for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. In addition to the milanese, rolls, and bidets, architectural elements like the tiled floors, shutters, and the fabric or bead-covered doorways all took him back to his days as a young missionary. His Spanish actually helped us converse with the Italians, which was especially helpful at mealtimes.

I'm not sure which color was my favorite. I loved them all. But, I will always have a fondness for purple.

Views of Venice

2011-09-12T07:03:00.003-06:00

To be honest, I was a bit disheartened when I stepped off the train in Venice, Italy. Sauna-like conditions greeted my travel-weary body, and as I viewed the throngs of people I was momentarily blinded by all the humanity. My romantic expectations were instantly dashed by reality. Dragging my heavy bags, we joined the crowd pushing towards the water bus, boarded, and collapsed onto plastic seats.

I oriented myself towards the open window letting the cool ocean breeze calm my stress and my humor. At first all I saw was the cruise ship--the mother of the masses--and the stark, almost treeless, city. Brian sensed my mood and with his optimistic wisdom reminded me how blessed we were to actually be in Venice together.

I knew he was right. Slowly, I forced my perspective to change as we motored down the Grand Canal. My eyes gradually began to see and appreciate the unique opportunity, the history, and the extraordinary beauty that is Venezia.

After settling into our hotel room, hand in hand, we began to explore.

We took in the usual tourist spots, of course, but our goal was always away from the crowds. Passage through the "streets" of Venice is done via canal or pedestrian walkway. Some are wider than others.

I enjoyed discovering where the real Venetians live.

There seemed to be a church on every corner.

It was easy to get lost navigating the numerous streets, but with map in hand we criss-crossed the city. Next up: the islands of Murano and Burano where the colors are absolutely brilliant.

Geneva, Switzerland

2011-09-09T06:21:00.001-06:00

My passport received its first stamp in Amsterdam, but our final destination of the day would be Geneva, Switzerland.

The Jet d'eau (water jet) is one of the most famous landmarks in Geneva and one of the largest fountains in the world.

Geneva reminded me a bit of New Orleans. It was the French influence of course.

I couldn't resist snapping these photos of perfectly formed and decorated petit fours and macaroons in a patisserie window. (Rachel, this was for you.)

While Brian was busy with meetings all day I bravely explored the city alone. I headed towards the old part of town and happily came upon Cathedrale Saint-Pierre (Saint Peter's Cathedral).

I had no idea this church was so important during the Reformation. Here John Calvin began his ministry and preached his inspiring sermons. They even have his chair on display.

I was duly impressed with the organ in this cathedral. The pipes are a bit bigger than the ones at my church.

The architectural elements of this building captured my attention as well.

I climbed the north and south towers and discovered a beautiful view of the city.

The almond croissants in Geneva were heavenly, and I regret that I didn't buy more chocolate. But, after two nights in that historic city we were on a train bound for Venice, Italy. Ever the optimist, Brian assured me it would only be a four-hour trip. Hmph. It took seven, to be exact. I attempted to entertain myself by photographing the countryside as we whizzed by.

Our adventure had only just begun.

Rich Irony

2011-08-26T06:37:00.000-06:00

The irony lies in this poster advertising the BYU/Utah women's soccer game we attended earlier this week. See that cute #7 on the right? That's my Kellie.

The irony is that this gal is now a BYU Cougar (at least in all aspects but soccer--in that sport we are still a house divided.) Last Fall she made the toughest and most painful decision of her life--to leave a Division 1 collegiate athletic team after 2 1/2 years and transfer to BYU. The reasons are complicated and personal, but she just knew it was the right thing for her to do at this point in her life. In December she moved back to Provo, found an apartment, and began an interesting transition.

Soccer will ever be a deep and abiding love for Kellie. In March she pursued and obtained a National D Coach's license. Her soccer fix is now partly met by assistant coaching an awesome U13 Celtic Storm team.

They took State Cup this year!

Kellie proudly sports her Utah apparel on the BYU campus, and just smiles at the stares and comments. (They have no idea.)

Intramural athletics is a new love as well, and of course, her Utah shirts are ever-present--be it an ultimate Frisbee, soccer, or flag football game.

Tuesday night was tough; really tough. In a sea of blue fans Kellie proudly sat with her Utah shirt and scarf watching her friends and former teammates battle it out on the soccer field without her. She made her choice, and she is very happy at BYU, yet the look on her face. . . what I see behind her eyes. . . what I know about my daughter. . . is . . . I don't have the words.

Forever a Ute. Forever a Cougar. And, that's OK.

Vintage View-Master

2011-08-23T06:40:00.000-06:00

It was a Sunday. The role of "mean mom" fit me perfectly as I tried to make the Sabbath different from the other days of the week. I suggested an electronic-free afternoon, and the moans that followed were pitiful. I was not deterred, however, and encouraged a peek into the depths of the toy and game closet to find something that had, perhaps, been forgotten or ignored in the recent past.

Peace returned as a plastic bin was brought upstairs. The objects were studied and after a brief moment of confusion, figured out. She took my advice and turned towards the light.

I thought nothing more of it as I prepped in the kitchen. A glance in her direction captured my attention and made me smile.

Each and every slide was carefully viewed, read, and discarded. She experienced a picture tour of the Apollo Moon Landing, Carlsbad Caverns, and New Orleans Square in Disneyland. Casper the Friendly Ghost, Popeye, and Woody Woodpecker danced before her eyes. There were even a few reels of The Christmas Story--biblical version!

For a good 20 minutes she was content as she ventured back to the early 1970s and her parents' childhood. Perhaps not vintage, but definitely dated.

Next Sunday we're pulling out Francie and Skipper.

Stewart Falls Hike

2011-08-20T09:22:00.001-06:00

Hiking to Stewart Falls on Mount Timpanogos has been my favorite hike of the summer (so far). Why? It was beautiful and kind on my knees.

My sister and nieces were in town from Virginia so along with my mom and Abby we began by taking the Sundance ski lift to the trailhead.

I love love love riding this ski lift in the Summer and Fall. The views of Timp are spectacular. I think it (along with the hike) would make a most romantic date.

The trail to Stewart Falls from the top of the ski lift is clearly marked (about 1.5 miles), but we thought we knew best and went the wrong way for a little while. Because of this wrong turn I did, however, get a picture of the girls (those three dots) frolicking in a meadow.

Here they are up close:

The best part of the journey was crossing a stream of snow runoff.

Once we arrived at the Falls the girls had fun playing in the water. Abby thought that the best way to deal with the slippery rocks was to travel on all-fours.

When we had our fill of the waterfall, we took the trail (another 1.5 miles) down the mountain back to Sundance.

Great day in the mountains with my family!

I get to use my passport!

2011-08-17T07:08:00.003-06:00

Finally after 13 years of having one, I get to use my passport in a few weeks!

I originally obtained a passport to travel to England with Brian, but then I became pregnant with Abby and was sick, sick, sick. Last year I almost got to use it to go to Japan, but then Rachel became engaged and that trip (scheduled a week before the wedding) was no longer feasible for the mother-of-the-bride.

This time Brian has meetings in Geneva, Switzerland and I am going with him! He has wanted to take me to Italy ever since he traveled there a few years ago so we are venturing to Venice and Rome as well. We'll be in each city two (maybe three) days each.

I don't know how to DO Europe. What do I pack? What do I wear? What MUST I eat? What MUST I see? Any and all tips are needed.

I DO know that I won't be packing this guy along:

The Smile

2011-08-14T08:39:00.001-06:00

I love Kellie's smile. I captured this one during some type of animated story telling on the soccer field this week. There's something about my "child's" smile (even if said child is 21) that just brings joy to my heart.

Sigh. . .Yawn. . .Sigh

2011-08-09T20:56:00.000-06:00

I'm feeling lazy, and idle, and melancholy. What is the deal? I have PLENTY to do, yet I have no motivation to do it.

Could it be the summer heat? Could it be the reality of midlife that is settling upon my soul? Could it be that half of my children are now adults and "on their own"? Could it be the thoughts of a dear friend (my age!) whose mortality may soon be coming to a close? Could it be the realization that the long Utah winter is fast approaching and that I will no longer be able to lounge in the grass on a fine summer evening?

Yes, I know I must pull myself together soon. I can and will do it. But, for now I'm just gonna

Sigh . . . Yawn . . . Sigh

Stubble and Stuff

2011-07-31T07:53:00.000-06:00

This was the highlight of my week--getting Brian home--stubble and all. I didn't even mind (too much) kissing those prickly things when he walked in the door.

He and three other leaders had just spent a week in the Uintas with eleven 14 and 15 year-old boys, and I missed him!

These captures from Brian's iPhone show how absolutely gorgeous it was. They camped at Island Lake.

(Travis is 6th from the right and Brian is behind the "camera".)

They hiked, played games, jumped off the cliff into the lake, caught fish with their bare hands, weathered thunderstorms, and had a GREAT time. Brian is convinced he needs to take me there next month--just the two of us. He has it all figured out.

As for me, I'm just glad the man is home--stubble and all.

Heaven in a Box

2011-07-23T22:49:00.000-06:00

Light

2011-07-21T07:13:00.003-06:00

My heart has been heavy with sadness this week. I need it to be light.

The Hors d'oeuvre Party

2011-07-14T07:03:00.008-06:00

Last week the newlyweds (how long can I call them that?) packed up their belongings and drove 1900 miles to Atlanta where David will start graduate school in the Fall. Before they left Rachel insisted on throwing us an Hors d'oeuvre party.

This gal loves to cook. She has made her own birthday cake every year since she was 12--not because I refused, but for the pure joy of it. The more complex the recipe, the better, in her eyes.

For three days Rachel toiled in my kitchen--heating up the house and producing mounds of dishes. The results were extraordinarily delicious.

Served warm:

(Leek and Ricotta Tart)

(Pigs in Blankets)

(Bacon and Onion Tartlets)

(Bruschetta)

Small bites:

(Cheddar Cornmeal Icebox Crackers)

(Gruyere Thyme Icebox Crackers)

(Crudites with Canelli Bean & Roasted Red Pepper Dip and Homemade Ranch Dip)

(Parmesan Puff Pastry Straws)

Crunch and munch:

For dessert:

(Chocolate Dipped Strawberries)

(Glazed Lemon Cakes)

(Chocolate Pretzels)

(We also had fruit kabobs with cheesecake cream dip, but for some reason I didn't get a picture of those.)

Abby made the signage, menu, and place tags. She had carefully painted clothespins to resemble each invited guest.

We had an abundance of food that lasted for days.

It was fantastic!

Fledgling

2011-07-10T09:07:00.000-06:00

The baby woodpeckers have left their nest. We miss them.

Beach Combing

2011-07-03T09:16:00.000-06:00

One of my favorite mornings of our vacation was when Kellie, Travis, Abby, and I walked along the beach. Our destination was Kahuku Point. We started out in a light rain so the only camera I brought along was my iphone tucked safely into a plastic bag. It was low tide and the tide pools were teeming with life.

Abby found a crab.

Sea urchins were plentiful. A live one is on the left and a lifeless one is on the right.

We had never seen a sea cucumber before, but they were everywhere.

When we rounded a corner, a terrible stench greeted us. It only took a few seconds for us to discover this shark. Kellie and Travis poked at it a bit. They were disappointed it had no teeth.

We took our time reaching the Point and gathered treasures along the way.

(sea urchin shells)

(sea glass)

A Perfect Morning

We Did Eat

2011-06-28T18:29:00.000-06:00

The best quote of our trip was offered up by Brian when he said,

"It's not fat. It's vacation swelling."

Our favorite restaurant on the North Shore is Haleiwa Joes. Brian and Travis ordered the Fresh Whole Hawaiian Fish (sea bass that night.) Kellie almost ordered it, but when she realized that whole fish was indeed the whole fish--head and all-- she passed. Travis and Brian thoroughly enjoyed it.

We also made a run (or two) to Giovanni's shrimp truck where we always order the shrimp scampi. Yum! We smelled like garlic for hours.

(Our family right before the luau)

One night we enjoyed a traditional luau at the Polynesian Culture Center where we had the most amazing coconut pudding (haupia) which we must replicate. Does anyone have a good recipe?

One of the perks we had at Turtle Bay was having our bed turned down each night. A little package was always left on our pillow. These were by far the most delicious coconut macaroons I have ever tasted.

On our way to the airport the day we flew home we stopped at Leonard's in Honolulu for their famous malasadas. Oh my goodness! Melt-in-your-mouth bliss! Even the birds found them an addiction. As we sat on the benches outside the bakery, the little things brazenly flew to our hands and attempted to snatch the delicacies away.

Yes, we did eat!

Playing in Hawaii

2011-06-25T15:17:00.000-06:00

How did we play in Hawaii?

We practiced soccer.

We swam in the pool, relaxed in the hot tubs, and took a ride down the slide.

We sipped virgin pina coladas, worked on our tans, and perused our books of choice.

We brought kubb all the way from home and played in the sand.

We played volleyball, boogie-boarded, snorkeled, and built sand castles.

But, mostly we just relaxed.

Aloha!

2011-06-23T07:13:00.003-06:00

Our family vacation this year was a week in Hawaii at the Turtle Bay Resort on Oahu's North Shore. It was only possible because Brian was the chairman of the Calorimetry Conference here, and, as a result, we were given the royal treatment. We love this location away from the hustle and bustle of Waikiki. It is billed as "True Hawaii" and is indeed beautiful.

(Abby and David)

(Kellie)

One of our favorite things to do is to hike through the nearby "jungle".

Our first stop is the old bunker with lots to discover along the way.

(Travis)

Next up is the Banyan Trees (where some LOST episodes were filmed.)

Finally, we make it to "our" private beach.

Eventually we were all out there treading water. And, I must say it was heavenly having everyone old enough to enjoy the ocean at the same time and in the same way. As luck would have it, though, both Kellie and Abby were stung by something as they neared the shore.

(Abby and Brian)

It's still a bit of paradise.

Vacationing

2011-06-18T08:30:00.004-06:00

We've been vacationing this week, but we'll be home soon. Here are two iphone photos taken from our balcony for a clue as to where we've been:

A stormy morning

A sunny morning

A Beach on my Mantel

2011-06-15T07:37:00.005-06:00

I love to vacation at the beach. Gathering shells and other treasures is still a favorite past time. This year I was in the mood to decorate my mantel with finds from both the Atlantic and Pacific Oceans. A beautiful beach is my idea of relaxation and calm.

The Woodpeckers Return

2011-06-11T08:30:00.001-06:00

The woodpeckers have returned to their nest in our Aspen tree. Last year what I thought were baby woodpeckers actually turned out to be chickadees. This year, however, I am certain I captured the real thing.

I had no idea there were so many different species of woodpeckers, especially ones residing in Utah. These look like Downy Woodpeckers to me. (Sally, am I right?)

They were tricky to photograph. The male, in particular, was quite elusive.

The female appears to stay close to the nest. I assume there is a nest hidden within that knotty trunk. We shall see.

Even though their home isn't that far off the ground, Linus is oblivious, and that's just fine with me.

Heart-Shaped Rocks

2011-06-08T06:27:00.004-06:00

I have a heart-shaped rock collection. It started when Brian and I were engaged. We were a continent and half an ocean apart when I received a package of wood roses from him one summer afternoon. Tucked inside that box was a tiny heart-shaped rock. (He doesn't recollect putting it in there, but I know it must have been fate.) I had found it and a tradition was born.

My collection has grown over the years--gathered with help from children mostly. Perhaps one of my very favorites was found just last week on our family hike.

I think it is practically perfect. It's been added to the grouping we keep in the back yard amongst the ivy.

Smaller versions are kept inside in my grown-up treasure box.

The top one in this set is one of my favorites. I think I found it at Myrtle Beach. The last tiny one was discovered at Carnelian Bay in Lake Tahoe. I suspect it is the real deal--the semi-precious gem, carnelian.

I hope I never get too old to have a fondness for simple, beautiful things.

Slate Canyon Hike

2011-06-02T06:07:00.004-06:00

We live at the mouth of Slate Canyon. On Memorial Day we ventured into its vertical depths for a family hike.

Here is the group at the outset minus me. (I'm behind the camera.)

There were many a stream to ford. (Love how Rachel carries her water bottle.)

Kellie got a bit creative with her river-crossing skills.

Travis was the trailblazer and grew tired of waiting for us to catch up.

Everyone worked together and when we reached snow. . .

the snowballs were flying. Travis ended up being white-washed, of course.

Our goal was a meadow at "the top", but after a good two hours the middle-aged folks and Abby were worn out. Our shoes and socks were soaked clear through and Abby had one too many encounters with the rocks. The last quarter mile or so she got a ride from a VERY kind soul.

We left this group to forge ahead. The meadow ended up being only about 3/4 of a mile further, and it was covered with a foot of snow.

Abby's adventurous attitude returned as we descended the canyon where she searched for treasures amongst the mounds of slate.

A Perfect Day!

Lark Rise Winner and Blog Guidebook Giveaway

2011-05-31T23:46:00.003-06:00

I loved hearing about all of your favorite things. Thank you for sharing them and for giving me new ideas of things to see, do, and enjoy.

The winner of the Lark Rise to Candleford; The Complete Season One DVD is

Ginger!

I wish everyone could receive a copy of this DVD. We just watched another episode tonight--still and ever will be a favorite.

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For more giveaways check out The Blog Guidebook. They are having 30 Days of Giveaways--a giveaway each day this month! Click here.

Reaching Out

2011-05-30T09:43:00.000-06:00

Yesterday I spoke in Sacrament Meeting and shared this story:

(Jane Sutherland as a young woman)

My great grandmother, Jane Sutherland, grew up in a small fishing village in Scotland. As a young woman she chose to leave her home and accompany her sister and her sister’s three small children to Vancouver, British Columbia where they would meet up with her sister’s husband and another young man from their village, Daniel Davidson. While they were in Canada Dan introduced Jane to the Mormon Church. She read The Book of Mormon and gained a testimony of its truthfulness. For 10 months she studied until (in her own words) she was “thoroughly converted” and desired to be baptized. When her sister and brother-in-law discovered that she was investigating the Mormon faith, “they were simply furious and did everything they could to make [her] unhappy.” Jane’s brother-in-law even threatened to kill Dan if he didn’t stop preaching the Gospel to her. This did not deter Jane, however. She wanted to be baptized and felt that the only solution for her was to go to Salt Lake City, Utah. Dan told her that if she was going, he was going with her.

(Jane and Daniel Davidson on their wedding day, June 21, 1905)

With continuing bitterness against the two, they secretly left Vancouver and arrived in Salt Lake City very early one cold snowy November morning. With no place to go, no friends, no job, and very little money, they waited for the gates of Temple Square to open.

That day Jane met up with a prominent Mormon family who hired her as a live-in housekeeper. Her first Sunday in Salt Lake Jane wanted to go to church. She still had not yet been baptized. The family, however, told her that she could not go until she finished her morning work. When the dishes and other chores were done she hurried off to church. Jane arrived during the passing of the Sacrament. The chapel was packed, but there was one lone seat up near the front. Jane made her way to that seat and sat down. After the sacrament was passed and the Priests and Deacons returned to their seats, one fellow came up to where Jane was sitting and made it perfectly clear that Jane had taken his seat and he wanted it back.

Can you imagine how Jane must have felt as she got up and walked slowly back down the aisle searching and searching for a place to sit? She passed row after row—no room. She kept walking and walking and as she neared the back of the chapel, a woman suddenly reached out, grabbed her hand, moved over, and invited Jane to sit down. My great grandmother said that if it wasn’t for that woman, she would have kept right on walking—all the way home to Scotland.

(Jane Sutherland Davidson)

I, personally, am so grateful to that unknown woman who reached out to my great grandmother. She joined The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints soon after. Today she has over 1000 descendants—most of whom enjoy the blessings of the Gospel of Jesus Christ. My life wouldn’t be the same without it. I am so grateful for my faith and for my knowledge of God and his plan.

A "Favorite Thing" Giveaway

2011-05-27T11:19:00.001-06:00

I've been distracted from blogging lately due to the discovery of a new "favorite thing." The blogging community actually brought it to my attention so it only seems fitting that my involvement therein has suffered a bit.

Have you heard of the BBC series Lark Rise to Candleford? Oh my my my. . . love it!

Almost every night after the kids are in bed Brian and I watch an episode. At first, all Brian could say was "This is such a chick flick!" But, now, HE is the one who insists we turn it on. We just finished season two, and we are definitely hooked.

I love this new "favorite thing" as much as I love blogging so I am giving away a Lark Rise to Candleford; The Complete Season One DVD to one of my blog friends.

To enter:

1. You need to follow my blog with Google Friend Connect (see my sidebar to follow if you don't already) and
2. Tell me one of YOUR "favorite things" in a comment on this post.

I will randomly select a winner Sunday night, May 29.

Have a great weekend!

Linus and Kellie

2011-05-25T06:27:00.001-06:00

It's Wordless Wednesday.

Surviving Spring

2011-05-18T06:03:00.002-06:00

We're two weeks into a broken arm.

Travis

I aged a bit.

Julie

We've been serenaded with beautiful music.

Rachel

Kellie was bitten by this dog while cycling with a friend--luckily no rabies, just a tetanus shot needed.

deceptively cute canine

We're in the midst of Soccer State Cup

Abby

and BYU intramural Ultimate Frisbee.

Brian

Kellie

A few of The Deprotonators (an intramural team consisting of chemistry students, faculty, their friends and family)

It's been quite the Spring at our house.

Dirt Clod War

2011-05-11T06:04:00.002-06:00

As nine-year-old Travis entered his piano teacher's door six years ago he jealously told her,

"You're so lucky. You can have a dirt clod war!"

His teacher, Susan, and I stood confused for a moment until we realized that he had admired her freshly aerated front lawn as he approached the door. We chuckled quietly to ourselves as we caught a glimpse of the world through childlike eyes again.

Lawn aeration was foreign business to me when I moved to Utah. I initially thought the plugs of dirt were the result of an over-active dog doing its "business."

I liked Travis' interpretation better. Why hadn't I seen them as potential ammunition for one amazing dirt clod war?

A lesson was reinforced that afternoon. Look for the positive--the simple joys. Don't let "life's dirt" mar my attitude. Be a bit more carefree and whimsical.

Let the dirt clod wars begin!

Love Note

2011-05-08T06:49:00.001-06:00

There's nothing like a spontaneous love note from a 12-year-old to make a mom smile.

Happy Mother's Day!

The Kitten That Started The Love

2011-05-04T07:27:00.000-06:00

It's Wordless Wednesday.

Sisters

2011-05-01T10:26:00.000-06:00

I have two sisters. I'm the oldest, followed by Charlene, then Renee--each three years apart.

Julie, Renee, Charlene circa 1972

Miles separate our adult homes so we don't get together as often as we like. I'm in Utah. Charlene lives in Virginia, and Renee has settled in Washington (state). Yet, we are bound by shared memories, our faith, love for our parents and brothers, the East coast, and all things sinfully sweet.

Julie, Renee, Charlene

Younger days found us dressed alike in outfits masterfully sewn by our mother. Here we are sitting on our Stoker grandparents' back step in one of my very favorite dresses. The pink eyelet on the sleeves and hem made this toothless little girl feel so pretty.

Last week, we each left our homes and four kids in the care of our awesome husbands and reunited for Women's Conference at BYU. We briefly met up with our mother and sister-in-law (who was there with all her sisters as well.)

Despite the childhood fights, teenage squabbles, and adult disagreements, we still love each other, forgive each other, and understand each other. It dawned on me that these two are my very oldest friends. So glad we could spend a few days together this week!

Have we changed much?

The Graduates

2011-04-25T06:00:00.001-06:00

The newlyweds have graduated from Brigham Young University!

Last week Rachel received her Master of Music degree in Flute Performance and David received his Bachelor of Science degree in Mechanical Engineering (Magna Cum Laude).

Commencement exercises took place in the Marriott Center following the Academic Processional that even Cosmo (BYU's mascot) was a part of.

The Marriott Center is huge, but thanks to Rachel's pink hood we were able to spot her in the crowd of graduates. She wasn't too far away.

Here she is in the middle of the photo standing beside the white-haired usher.

David was clear across the arena. I zoomed in as far as possible to get this shot. He is the one standing, waving his program, and talking to his mom on the cell phone. Thank goodness for cell phones otherwise we would have never located him in the sea of graduates.

Brian was not too difficult to spot with my telephoto lens since he was seated with the other faculty on the floor.

Brian is in the middle of this photo (actually facing the camera). From the woman with the flaming red hair count down the row 7 people and there he is.

Rachel's hair was exceptionally red that day, and yes, it is her natural color.

It was a great day despite the fact that Rachel pulled an all-nighter! She had a big research paper and another flute project due the day of Commencement. She had been awake at least 36 hours without ANY sleep--a symbolic way to end HER academic career, I suppose.

David, Rachel, and Brian

Rachel, David, and Layne (David's mom).

I couldn't resist taking a picture of Rachel and her daddy in their robes.

David and Rachel are heading to Atlanta, Georgia this summer where David will pursue a PhD in Biomedical Engineering at Georgia Tech.

Rachel is so relieved and happy to be done with school. She is now "free" and enjoying every minute of it. She is, however, looking forward to having her own flute studio after they move.

Rachel and I

It is such an exciting time for these two. I am almost jealous of their new adventure.

I am especially proud of Rachel for working so very very hard and never giving up despite a tough tough road.

Congratulations you two!

The Antique Window

2011-04-22T06:00:00.009-06:00

My mantel provides a decorating dilemma--at least for me, the design challenged. I know what I like when I see it, but I rarely know how to get there. A touch of Spring and Easter was needed in this room. Here is my attempt:

With family portraits flanking both sides of the fireplace I didn't want to put a picture on the mantel as well. I like simplicity and contrast so I figured some type of architectural piece would do the trick.

I really wanted an antique window, and I had searched unsuccessfully for months.

Finally, on the way home from a basketball game this Winter I spied several old windows for sale in the front yard of an American Fork home. I passed them at first, but my curiosity and longing took hold. My son groaned in the front seat as I maneuvered a U-turn, but when I promised him a fast food dinner he sighed and reclined his seat.

This old window was salvaged from a cabin. It is beat-up and heavy with peeling old paint and caulk. Nevertheless, I love its lines and nontraditional window panes.

My husband thinks it looks silly resting there on the mantel. In his mind windows belong where windows belong.

Hmph!

Nevertheless, I've paired it with Suzanne's April plaque attack,

Easter eggs my girls wish were real,

and blooms from my neighbor's tree.

I do love the window even though its current weathered state is a bit too distressed for my taste. Eventually I would like to turn it to the other side (where all the wood is still in tact), sand it down and paint it--white, of course (the color of the trim in my home.)

I can see its potential to be transformed with every season and holiday. I just wish I knew how to do it.

What do you think? I'm open to constructive criticism, and I'll try to be thick skinned. :)

Happy Easter!

Beehives

2011-04-18T23:00:00.001-06:00

Beehives are prolific in the State of Utah. They are the state's emblem symbolizing "industry" which of course, is Utah's official state motto. A honeybee is even the state insect.

I am NOT feeling productive or industrious as of late--many reasons, I suppose. So in an attempt at obvious subliminal messaging (yes I am aware that is an oxymoron) I am filling my mind and eyes with symbols of what I am not.

At a recent Spring break family excursion to the Utah State Capitol in Salt Lake City Abby and I decided to hunt for as many beehives as we possibly could. This is what we found:

Isn't she the bees knees?

I'm not sure this exercise has turned today's attitude into a hive of industry, but at least it has my mind racing with bee cliches.

Linus and Lucy

2011-04-13T08:57:00.000-06:00

It's Wordless Wednesday.

The Red Stool

2011-04-08T17:05:00.000-06:00

This stool wasn't always red, and it didn't always reside in my home. It has a history. For years it was stored away in my mother-in-law's garage. It was almost tossed during her last move, but I snatched it up--loving its petite shape and lines.

It used to have scaly white paint (yellowed with age) that dropped to the ground with the slightest touch. The dirty peeling paint relegated it to MY garage. I had hopes of refinishing it myself, but in reality I had no clue how to do it and no real desire to learn. So, when we remodeled a year and a half ago I had Telisa do the job.

I love this stool's present, but I also love its past.

Hazel and Clementina

Memories of this stool began in the 1930s when Clementina (my mother-in-law) was a little girl. Her mother, Hazel, kept it in the bathroom of the Wilmington, NC home that they shared with another family. The house was on Front Street and backed up to the Cape Fear River.

Here is the home in 2002. It was white when Clementina and her family lived there.

Like every dutiful mother, Hazel supervised the bathing of her children. Here she would sit and scrub and scrub. This stool, in particular, is associated with scrubbing behind the ears. For some reason, this hygiene act was most important to Hazel. As they got older and did their own bathing, her children would always be confronted with the question of, "Did you scrub behind your ears?" If their response and inspection proved unsatisfactory, they would be marched back to the tub and receive a thorough behind-the-ears scouring. My mother-in-law is certain that she and her brother had the cleanest ears in town.

Clementina and her brother, Marty

I really do love this stool and not just for it's aesthetic. It's at least 80 years old with a slightly whimsical past. It has traveled far, and I'm so glad it's found a home with me.

(I wonder how well my kids clean behind their ears.)

The Robin

2011-04-03T08:18:00.002-06:00

The robin has returned.

I awake each morning to her song.

Such hope she brings of REAL Spring.

Wrapping Paper Bows

2011-03-29T06:21:00.006-06:00

Have you ever had a strip of wrapping paper leftover after you've wrapped a gift? Don't toss it in the trash! Turn that scrap into a beautiful EASY bow in just a minute or two.

This technique is very inexact. Start by folding the scrap of paper "hamburger" style with the printed side on the outside. (My daughter came home from Kindergarten years ago and told me about "hamburger" folding and "hot dog" folding. "Hamburger" means width-wise and "hot dog" means lengthwise.)

Fold it again, but this time "hot dog" style. Cut through the newly folded edge (on the right side in this case.) If your paper is still too wide, fold it again (also "hot dog" style) cutting through all the vertical folds. You should only have a fold at the top (which is your original "hamburger" fold.)

Next, cut vertically up to (NOT THROUGH) the top folded edge. I cut up to about 1/2 inch from the folded edge. Again, this does not have to be perfect. Guesstimate.

The finished bow depends entirely on the width of your cuts and the length of your scrap of paper. I can never make the same bow twice. Experiment. Don't worry about cutting straight lines. You want a messy look.

CAREFULLY curl the wrapping paper (like you would curling ribbon) by quickly pulling a strip between the blade of your scissors and your thumb. Turn the bow over as needed to make sure the back side of your paper is always inside the curl.

Don't worry if you accidentally cut off several pieces. I do it all the time and it doesn't make a bit of difference in the finished product. (See the strips laying on the table?)

At this point the bow will look something like this:

Fold it in half one more time and give it a little shake.

Tape it onto your gift and arrange the curls as needed.

Here are a few others:

This is my kind of crafting--quick, easy, and inexpensive.

A Simple Thing

2011-03-27T07:32:00.000-06:00

Winter in Utah is gray.

Spring is green, hopeful, awakening.

These globe willows never fail me.

They are the first deciduous trees to burst free each March.

Green, hopeful, awakening.

A simple thing.

A joyful thing.

Jimmered

2011-03-24T00:04:00.001-06:00

On Monday I was "Jimmered" and "baptized by Jimmersion" all in one day!

All I had was my lowly cell phone camera.

After a morning of shopping, my mother-in-law and I stopped at Magleby's Fresh in Provo for one of their fabulous Steak & Bleu salads. Who should we spy, but BYU's famous Jimmer Fredette!

It was pretty awesome. I wanted to take his picture, but I was hesitant and uncertain. Would he be annoyed at my intrusion? As I debated whether or not to be the paparazzi I texted my family and shared my excitement. My 15-year-old son texted back begging me to get Jimmer's autograph. Quickly I tore a page from my planner (that was all I had) and proceeded to get in line. (By then several fans had gathered around his table.)

He was having lunch with his girlfriend and they were both extremely gracious. They didn't seem to mind the interruptions, and I was impressed at how very kind and humble Jimmer was.

It's been 30 years since BYU men's basketball has made it to the Sweet 16. They play the Florida Gators today in New Orleans.

Go BYU! Go Cougars! Go Jimmer!

(And, thanks for letting me have my picture taken with you.)

Chinatown

2011-03-21T06:18:00.003-06:00

No trip to San Francisco and the Bay Area is complete without a jaunt through Chinatown.

To get here from our hotel I walked through one of the largest shopping districts in the United States. It was almost overwhelming. High-end stores like Prada, Gucci, and Kate Spade abound. I wandered in and out of many, occasionally feeling like quite the "frumpster" in my Gap jeans and cardigan.

There were stores that intimidated and stores that beckoned from within. Banana Republic, Crate and Barrel, Williams-Sonoma, and Ghiradelli knew my name! Did you know that Williams-Sonoma's flagship store is in San Francisco? It's FOUR floors were packed with irresistible goodness. Luckily the one carry-on rule was my deterrent. (Brian insists we never check baggage.)

Yet, who can resist the colorful trinkets and Asian vibe that is Chinatown? After all, it "is the largest Chinatown outside of Asia as well as the oldest Chinatown in North America." (Source) Sadly, I didn't make it to the fortune cookie factory on this visit, but I was satisfied nevertheless.

I'm so grateful for this get-away opportunity. I came home a better spouse and a better mother. Suddenly life is a bit more cheery and I actually look forward to my everyday routine.

But, really, when can we do it again?

My Turn

2011-03-17T06:00:00.003-06:00

Once a year I try to accompany Brian on one of his numerous trips. The location of our get-away is completely dependent on the conference locale. Traveling "alone" is much easier now that the kids are older and Grandma lives close by. Plus, grown up siblings are easily cajoled into helping (if we make it worth their while.)

We were planning on traveling to Japan last August, but the wedding of the summer sent Brian there alone. We opted for a weekend trip to Eager, Arizona instead. Previously we have enjoyed Boston and New Orleans together, and this year did not disappoint as we traveled to Berkeley and San Francisco.

This shows only about 1/3 of the Expo.

San Francisco was the site of this year's National Science Teacher's Association Conference and Expo at the Moscone Center. Brian's Virtual Labs (licensed to Pearson by BYU) take him to this annual event. He gives formal presentations as well as mingles with teachers in the Pearson booth. The Expo is HUGE. Science teachers abound and even Bill Nye the Science Guy makes an appearance. This year I spied him in the lobby of our our hotel. My kids would have been thrilled if I had run up and had my picture taken with him, but Brian would have been mortified. As for me, I just tried to capture his image with my cell phone, but alas, he was too far away. Maybe next year.

There's Brian behind the guy in the camel jacket. See him in the red tie?

While Brian worked I wandered around the city and explored the environs of our hotel (the Marriott Marquis). The art near Yerba Buena Gardens was fun to discover.

How appropriate TODAY that St. Patrick's Catholic Church was just around the corner.

Next up: CHINATOWN!

If you're looking to add a little green to your day, you'll find some at Salads and Such.

Grown Up Now?

2011-03-14T07:27:00.001-06:00

As a spouse of a graduate student at UC Berkeley years ago there were two local establishments that were particularly symbolic to me of having "made it". For 6 1/2 years I would wistfully peer out the window of our VW Rabbit and wonder if I would ever partake of their grown-up glory.

This week, I finally did.

The Claremont Hotel is a magnificent architectural presence in the Berkeley hills whose interior is as stunning as its exterior. Brian and I stayed there for two nights this last week!

While Brian was "conferencing" I explored the resort and grounds and browsed the shops on College Avenue.

Food is always a high priority for us when we visit California and our taste buds were tingling at all the possibilities. As we contemplated our options, it suddenly occurred to me that perhaps we could eat at Chez Panisse. (Our trip was childless and we actually could afford the unusual extravagance.)

Should we? Could we actually get a reservation for that very night?

We did, and it was pure heaven!

We dined upstairs in the Cafe, of course. (Downstairs requires a reservation at least one month in advance.) I ordered and delighted in

Blood oranges and avocado with ginger dressing

Wood oven-roasted spicy shrimp with white polenta, leeks, tomato, and green garlic

Creme caramel with candied kumquats and biscotti

It was fabulous!

Even though society defines me as middle age, I don't always feel like a grown up, like I really am the adult, like I've made it. Perhaps it is because the older I get the more I realize I don't know--so much to learn, to experience, and to explore.

It doesn't seem all that long ago that I pumped my own gas for the first time or took my first ride in a taxi cab, but grown-ups do those sort of things.

Grown-ups also get to benefit from the fruits of their life-long labors and enjoy a rare night at The Claremont or a delectable dinner at Chez Panisse.

Enjoy it I did. Relished and savored it, actually.

Being a grown-up really isn't so bad.

Lucy

2011-03-09T06:00:00.001-07:00

It's Wordless Wednesday.

Owl Pillow

2011-03-04T06:00:00.004-07:00

Most of my kids' outgrown clothes are happily handed down to neighbors and friends, but one particular owl shirt was simply too beloved to give away. Abby couldn't be convinced to part with it, for owls are her latest "thing". Abby's overly dramatic pleas were so humorous that I relented and told her I would try to turn the shirt into a throw pillow for her bed.

For months the shirt sat in my "to do" pile; out of sight, but not quite out of mind. This week I finally picked up some fabric and began the transformation attempt.

I have a short attention span for sewing and crafting projects. They must be quick and easy--immediate gratification a must.

I started out just fine then frustration slowly crept in as I realized my math skills had failed me. In figuring out cutting dimensions I completely forgot to take the owl panel into account. The result did not fit the 14" pillow form I had, and I just wanted to get it done. . . today!

Forget about the nifty removable cover I had planned. This pillow would simply be stuffed with poly-fil left over from my last pillow project. Abby wouldn't care, and at that point I certainly didn't care either.

In the end Abby was very happy. She paid me the best compliment by saying, "It doesn't even look like you made it, mom."

Lyra

2011-03-02T08:32:00.000-07:00

It's Wordless Wednesday.

Bookishness

2011-02-28T06:00:00.004-07:00

Books and I are friends again. This week, in particular, has cemented our relationship. Brian traveling, snowy weather, and a miserable cold have found me cozied up with a good book more often than not. My books of choice have left me crying and laughing and yearning for the companionship of the characters long after the last page was read.

My friend, Jenny, recommended These is my Words and, *sigh*, I loved it. It is the next book I will recommend to anyone who asks.

Brian has wanted me to read Papa Married a Mormon for years. I finally humored him and was glad I did. The author, John Fitzgerald, wrote the Great Brain series which Brian read aloud to each of our kids at bedtime. I remember hearing them laugh and laugh at the antics of "the Great Brian" and his siblings and they begged me to read the books for myself. I will. . . some day.

Audio books are something I have only recently taken advantage of, and this one (The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie) is fantastic. I mostly listened in the car, but at one point I brought the CDs inside and listened while I cleaned bathrooms, folded laundry, and started dinner. It made these chores actually tolerable. I loved the voice of Jayne Entwistle. She has the perfect British accent for this story.

I was excited to discover that there are two other Flavia de Luce novels. (Flavia is our heroine.) Hold requests at the library are in the works.

I just finished The Pioneer Woman: Black Heels to Tractor Wheels--A Love Story. It was a fun, easy read. A nice escape.

I've exceeded my "goal" of one book a month, but what to read next? What to read next?

A Game of Tag

2011-02-25T08:58:00.000-07:00

Lesa tagged me so now I'm "it". This is a 4x4 blog meme that reveals some insights about me.

1. Four places I go

to the high school and back
to the soccer field and back
to the gym
to the church to practice the organ

2. Four favorite smells

lavender
Jergens original scent lotion
freshly baked homemade cinnamon rolls
real Christmas trees

3. Four favorite TV shows/movies

The Sound of Music
Price and Prejudice
Ever After
A Walk to Remember

4. Four recommendations

If you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all.
Be grateful.
Ask yourself, "does this REALLY matter?"
Feel the moment, enjoy the moment, be in the moment.

Hmmm. . . I wonder who will play along.

The four friends I tag are:

Popsicle Sticks and Toothpicks

2011-02-22T06:00:00.007-07:00

I love when my 15-year-old unplugs himself from the PS3 and the TV and hones his creative skills.

All week the bar in my kitchen has been littered with artistic debris. I surprised myself with my tolerance and pushed the mess aside whenever we needed the space.

Note the satellite dish and missiles.

Engineering is now his career of choice. (In years past Travis' aspirations included being an architect, an orthopedic surgeon, or a pilot.)

In the meantime, however, we have plenty of popsicle sticks and toothpicks to keep him occupied.

Almost a Nightmare

2011-02-18T13:19:00.000-07:00

I originally recorded this experience as a guest post on Notes About Music Notes last Fall. I am currently practicing for another musical number with my daughter and each time I sit at the keyboard I relive this memory. I thought it was time to post it on my own blog.

I was nervous. I’m always nervous when I play the piano in public despite numerous occasions to do so. This musical number needed to be perfect. My daughter (a flute performance major and talented musician) was playing “A Poor Wayfaring Man of Grief” during a Sacrament Meeting and I was her accompanist. It is my mother’s favorite hymn and we were playing it for HER prior to her leaving on an LDS mission to Germany.

I wanted the piece to be flawless—no jarring moments from my anxious fingers. Just let me be the beautiful background music that no one notices, I prayed. The piece was difficult and I felt fairly confident with it. BUT, I also knew that nerves could wreck havoc.

The pages were photocopied and spread out across the music stand. The flute began. The piano followed. “I can do this,” I thought as the music flowed through several stanzas. Gorgeous.

Enter The Nightmare: without warning my last two pages flew off the piano and onto the floor!

Oh No!

Help?

“Stay focused,” I told myself as I pleaded internally for assistance. The bishopric and flutist, whose backs were towards me, were oblivious to my plight.

Help?

I turned my head briefly towards the congregation with a look of quiet desperation—begging for someone to read my mind.

What was I going to do? I did NOT have the piece memorized. Would I just have to stop and pick the music up then join in again? Could we start over? But then, the spirit of the piece would be lost forever.

Focus. Stay focused. Keep playing. Closer and closer we edged towards the notes on the missing pages.

Nightmare Diverted: An attentive gentleman stood up and swiftly made his way to the front.

I was saved!

He picked up my pages, placed them carefully back on the piano and sat close until the piece was finished.

“Thank you,” I breathed quietly with utter relief.

Lessons learned:

Don’t be afraid to be THE ONE who takes action. Don’t think someone else will do it. Just do it!
Always back pages on cardstock to waylay errant breezes.
Be grateful for tender mercies and kind souls.

Linus

2011-02-16T06:53:00.000-07:00

It's Wordless Wednesday.

Valentine's 1984

2011-02-13T17:00:00.000-07:00

Do you remember Ziggy? He was big in the 80s, particularly 1984, the first Valentine's Day Brian and I shared together. Preparing for this holiday caused me great anxiety.

Brian and I had only been dating exclusively for less than a week. As the day of love approached, I didn't know what to do. I knew I wanted to get him something, but the symbolism surrounding Valentine's gifts was oh so significant!

I "liked" him, but I didn't really love him yet. I knew he "liked" me, but how much? How much should I spend? How would he interpret my present?

It was agonizing.

I finally decided on candy. That was safe, right? I purchased an apothecary-type jar and filled it with sweets from the BYU bookstore candy counter. One thing I had learned in the month I had known him was that Brian loved coconut cream pie, so a layer of coconut flavored jelly bellys was an easy first choice. Red jelly bellys and other Valentine confectionery were carefully layered until the clear glass jar was filled to the brim. I bought a card, wrote a little note, and held my breath for his response.

front and inside of the card I gave Brian (minus my handwritten sentiment)

Little did he know how prophetic that Lucy card would be.

Brian gave me a GIANT card that I've saved for 27 years.

"Just think, Valentine! Once we were perfect strangers, but then fate stepped in, and through some miracle, out of all the millions and millions of people in the world, our paths crossed!"

inside of the card Brian gave me

It was perfect, and I ended up marrying him six months later.

Winter Project

2011-02-08T06:00:00.001-07:00

For me, Winter is a time to nestle into a comfy chair, tuck my legs under, and crochet. I first learned to crochet when I was about 10 years old in Primary. (Primary is the name of the children's organization of my Mormon faith.) At that time, the girls in my age group were called "Merrie Miss" and we met at the church once a week on Tuesday afternoons.

For years my crocheting skills lay dormant.

However, one humdrum afternoon several years ago, as I sat beside a child practicing reading "Flat Stanley" aloud, it hit me--a desire to create, to DO something with my hands, to be productive in a rather unproductive setting.

I started with scarves and then an afghan. That afghan turned out too small for my purposes and too "holey".
Luckily, my sister-in-law discovered a pattern that was just right. It is easy and repetitive enough that I can actually multi-task. The finished product is the ideal size to snuggle under with a design that toes can't poke through.

This first throw was meant for my dad, but he passed away before I could finish it. I gifted it to my husband instead, but Brian is never cold (unless he is sick), so I have happily adopted it as my own--for my occasional cat nap, of course.

Since then I have made one for each of my children: purple for Rachel, berry blue for Kellie, navy blue for Travis and turquoise for Abby. Everyone seems to love them--especially the cats.

I use Caron Simply Soft yarn which makes them soft, cozy, and washable. I'm working on my sixth afghan. This one is black. I wonder who'll be its recipient?

By the way, I DO take requests.

Improvements

2011-02-05T13:26:00.000-07:00

I am choosing to call my New Year's Resolutions "improvements" because I simply want to

(Gordon B. Hinckley)

I went against all goal-setting guidelines this year and didn't write down my resolutions or share them with anyone.

Perhaps I wanted to see if I could actually make the improvements I desired before I even acknowledged them to myself. That way, if I failed, even my conscious self wouldn't feel guilty because the "goal" was merely a passing thought. Right?

Now that 2011 is no longer in its infancy (and I have actually succeeded a bit at my attempts) I am ready to publicly share two of my "improvements".

Improvement #1: Read at least one book a month.

I used to belong to a book group that was just the impetus I needed to read quality literature. Since it's demise, however, I have lacked the discipline needed to read consistently from something other than the newspaper, email, and blogs. This is my attempt to change that. So far I am ahead of the game and have read

and

I highly recommend both.

Improvement #2: Plan and prepare real meals for my family.

The past few years my desire to cook has waned (perhaps due to kids' practices and games scheduled around and during the dinner hour.) Time is critical. My recipes are boring, and local eateries are sounding the siren call.

After creating, then deleting, then restoring it again, I am now also blogging at Salads and Such. This blog forces me to rediscover healthy favorites and test new ones. At least once a week I will post a "keeper" recipe, and hopefully my family will benefit from the process.

(My cousin introduced me to a fabulous Pear and Goat Cheese Salad. Check it out here.)

There they are--my first two "improvements" of 2011. There may be more. Or, maybe not. Either way I will just "try a little harder to be a little better" and not stress about the rest.

Mt. Timpanogos

2011-02-04T06:00:00.006-07:00

Whenever we drove "out West" to visit my grandparents I would gaze in awe at Mt. Timpanogos and search for the Indian Maiden sleeping there. Legend has it that if you look at Timp at just the right angle you will see the outline of her deathly slumber across the mountainous peaks.

Timpanogos this week (my neighborhood view)

There are several versions of this legend. The most concise one I found is from exploreutah.com.

"A Young Native American maiden, whose lover had to go to war, climbed to the summit of what is now known as Mount Timpanogos to await his return. But, alas, he was killed in battle and never returned to claim her for marriage. She stayed up on the mountain, still waiting, not knowing of his fate until she eventually died of a broken heart."

As a child I couldn't always tell her head from her feet, but this image from a Salt Lake City 2002 Winter Olympic pin clarifies the view:

Do my children know this story? Do they know the history of their home town? Do I?

I grew up surrounded by Mount Vernon, Williamsburg, Jamestown, and Monticello. My state's history was our Country's history!

But this state, this valley, this city, is my children's history, and I suppose, that after 13 years it is part of my history as well.

Embrace the local stories and legends, Julie. They are all yours now.

All You Need Is Love

2011-02-02T06:56:00.000-07:00

It's Wordless Wednesday.

Traveling Ritual

2011-01-30T07:11:00.000-07:00

Can you guess where he went this time?

Brian arrived home safely this weekend from his third trip in a month. The past several years he has been traveling A LOT due largely in part to his Virtual Labs.

Another clue to his location

Lately I have noticed a ritual we have acquired each time he flies away from me.

Long hug and final kiss
I stand at the door and wait as he gets into his car.
"Be happy when I get back," he says.
"Come home safely to me," I respond.
"Love you!"
"Love you!"

This one definitely gives it away

The ritual continues at the airport via text messaging. Often Brian texts me either that he is through security, at the gate, or boarding. But always, right before take-off, I receive:

"They are closing the door. Love you. Bye."

and I respond

"Love you more! Be safe."

I probably shouldn't be so anxious when he travels, but I am. My brother is a pilot and reminds me that it is much safer to travel by plane than by car. Still . . . I am very good at worrying.

For now, I need our traveling ritual because I really do love this man and I really do want to grow old TOGETHER.

What's For Lunch?

2011-01-26T06:16:00.000-07:00

It's Wordless Wednesday here and here.

Fixed Up for February

2011-01-24T06:40:00.000-07:00

The shelf in my front entry is great fun to change with the seasons. I don't have much Valentine's decor, but I do love red as evidenced in my living room. After taking stock of what I already had and moving things around, I came up with this vignette:

I found this plate a while ago for only a few dollars at either T.J. Maxx or Ross. (They are near each other and when I walk through one, I usually walk through the other.)

The photo of the Newlyweds spoke romance to me.

The wooden box belonged to my Dad--a gift from a coworker's trip to South America.

I also hung up my Amish quilt purchased several years ago in Lancaster, PA. The colors worked just right.

Click here for more February decorating ideas.

Our Winter Sports

2011-01-22T19:19:00.002-07:00

Rather than frequent ice and snow venues this time of year, I patronize futsal arenas and high school gyms. Winter sports in our family means basketball, indoor soccer, and futsal.

The seating is less than desirable on the back and bum, and often I find myself squirming to get comfortable, but cheering on my kids is recreation at its finest.

Capturing these moments for posterity is DIFFICULT. Being indoors means little light. Sports by definition means speed and movement. Stopping the action in low light is hard. Obviously, I have not mastered this photographic technique yet, but at least my kids will know I was there and I tried and they are awesome no matter what the outcome of the game.

Marinated Broccoli

2011-01-18T06:22:00.000-07:00

One of our family's favorite side dishes is marinated broccoli. It is simply raw broccoli cut into bite-size pieces and marinated over night in a vinaigrette. Quick, easy, and healthy. We always fall back to this recipe for company and family dinners alike.

Marinated Broccoli

1 lb. fresh broccoli--wash, cut into bite-size pieces

Mix together:
1/2 cup cider vinegar
1/4 cup oil
1 1/2 tsp. salt
1 1/2 tsp. pepper
1 1/2 tsp. sugar
1 1/2 tsp. dry dill weed
1 1/2 tsp. garlic salt

Pour over broccoli and marinate 24 hours in refrigerator. Turn a few times. Enjoy!

Julie's notes: Add grape or cherry tomatoes just before serving, if desired. Always use cider vinegar. Marinating this in a ziplock bag works really well.

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I had a few requests for the stuffed onions recipe Rachel made for Abby's birthday dinner. It is from Julia Child's The Way to Cook. I found a link here. Rachel omits the wine, and adds more cream to the stuffing. Stuffed onions take time to prepare, but they are fabulous.

Linking to Tasty Tuesdays.

Beauty in the Brrr

2011-01-14T19:05:00.000-07:00

My cousin inspired me yesterday. Hoping to cheer herself up, she decided to search outdoors for something beautiful. I understand that wintry need so I took her exercise to heart. This is what I found:

Climbing Rose

Burning Bush

Rose of Sharon

Apple Tree

It was gratifying to see that there really was beauty to be found in the deep midwinter.