When my brother Allen came to stay a few visits ago, Adam asked him, "Do you know what happened to Bobby Dunbar?" And I was like, "Yeah. Don't you know what happened to Bobby Dunbar?" And Allen's mind was officially boggled. He hadn't yet heard the story of Bobby Dunbar because he hadn't yet heard of This American Life. If we still had radios in the house, we'd hover around it every Sundee night to have a listen. They're stories that make you cry (like the story I listened to on the way home from work today on my iPod - driving with an iPod - is that bad?), stories that make you think twice, stories about types of people you didn't know existed, stories about the common threads that bind us. Get the free download every week here and let me know if you think.
Monday, April 28, 2008
Where is Bobby Dunbar? Introducing TAL
When my brother Allen came to stay a few visits ago, Adam asked him, "Do you know what happened to Bobby Dunbar?" And I was like, "Yeah. Don't you know what happened to Bobby Dunbar?" And Allen's mind was officially boggled. He hadn't yet heard the story of Bobby Dunbar because he hadn't yet heard of This American Life. If we still had radios in the house, we'd hover around it every Sundee night to have a listen. They're stories that make you cry (like the story I listened to on the way home from work today on my iPod - driving with an iPod - is that bad?), stories that make you think twice, stories about types of people you didn't know existed, stories about the common threads that bind us. Get the free download every week here and let me know if you think.
Sunday, April 27, 2008
We Found It!
We've been perpetually celebrating our anniversary all week long, eating out and staying out and doing all manner of expensive things but probably the most exciting part was finding OUR sushi place. We've been searching for awhile now - others have been too loud, too expensive, menus too confusing, sushi too gross - but on Tuesday we found IT. We felt good upon arrival. It was nice, quiet, had enough people to make you think "hey, this is place is popular enough." The servers, all 4 of them, were nice, with painted on smiles. You know those painted on Asian smiles that say: "Save face no matter what! Even if the customer spits wasabi in my eye." They brought out our rolls and we were in heaven. Mmmm, raw fish. THAT was my favorite anniversary present.
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
RED Hot
Today's post is brought to you by the color: RED. And the temperature: 90 degrees. This is what last Saturday was all about. By 7:30 am we were in the sun and sweating. This is us at the MS Walk with my co-workers and boss. The ol' boss puts together a team every year called Ruby's Raiders, in honor of her mother, Ruby, who died from MS.
We chowed on some muffins and tons of fruit during the race, during which I was going for a PR (personal record): walk really slow while eating everything you see. I ate 3 muffins (mini), 1 orange, several grape bunches, 2 bottles of juice, 1/2 a bottle of water, 1/2 a banana and at the finish line I had pizza and chicken....at 9:30 am. I really regretted setting - and reaching - that PR.
On the drive home from the MS Walk, windows down and still panting, it was apparent that the day was not cooling down anytime soon, and that's when we knew we had to do something about it. After checking a phone message from my mom that said, "Martha, we are picking up trash along the highway. What are you doing?" it was decided: since we live in California, we will go to the beach. It's that simple. When you live here, you go to the beach. When you live in Roosevelt, Utah, you do your duty. Good riddance, duty.
Our friend James grew up in a little place called Emerald Bay. When he said his house had a view...the guy was NOT screwing around. His entire front balcony is the ocean. Rough. This is us at Emerald Bay Beach. Again: Rough.
Adam coaxed me into my first swim of the season in a FRIGID ocean. There's only one way to coax M-Ware to take a swim in a frigid ocean: yank her from her beach chair and slap her booty all the way down. Ok, he didn't have to do that. I actually ran my own booty all the way into the ocean and didn't stop til I knew salt and sand boogers were going to be a part of my life for the next few hours.
Next red exhibit: I re-did my kitchen/dining room walls. Not terribly exciting but it's something I can finally live with. The left wall is my Christmas present to Adam: his favorite poems, framed. And the red stuff is a combo of some of my favorite things: sailboats, buildings and...red. Tell me if this combination works. The jury is still out for me and I need your opinion. REDdy, GO!
We chowed on some muffins and tons of fruit during the race, during which I was going for a PR (personal record): walk really slow while eating everything you see. I ate 3 muffins (mini), 1 orange, several grape bunches, 2 bottles of juice, 1/2 a bottle of water, 1/2 a banana and at the finish line I had pizza and chicken....at 9:30 am. I really regretted setting - and reaching - that PR.On the drive home from the MS Walk, windows down and still panting, it was apparent that the day was not cooling down anytime soon, and that's when we knew we had to do something about it. After checking a phone message from my mom that said, "Martha, we are picking up trash along the highway. What are you doing?" it was decided: since we live in California, we will go to the beach. It's that simple. When you live here, you go to the beach. When you live in Roosevelt, Utah, you do your duty. Good riddance, duty.
Our friend James grew up in a little place called Emerald Bay. When he said his house had a view...the guy was NOT screwing around. His entire front balcony is the ocean. Rough. This is us at Emerald Bay Beach. Again: Rough.
Adam coaxed me into my first swim of the season in a FRIGID ocean. There's only one way to coax M-Ware to take a swim in a frigid ocean: yank her from her beach chair and slap her booty all the way down. Ok, he didn't have to do that. I actually ran my own booty all the way into the ocean and didn't stop til I knew salt and sand boogers were going to be a part of my life for the next few hours.Next red exhibit: I re-did my kitchen/dining room walls. Not terribly exciting but it's something I can finally live with. The left wall is my Christmas present to Adam: his favorite poems, framed. And the red stuff is a combo of some of my favorite things: sailboats, buildings and...red. Tell me if this combination works. The jury is still out for me and I need your opinion. REDdy, GO!Wednesday, April 09, 2008
Touch My Cupcake
Right after I read that Mariah surpassed Elvis in #1 hits I've been her biggest fan again, watching all her old YouTube videos, marveling at the wonder she used to be. Which also lead me to watch all of Whitney Houston's old music videos and then Beyonce's ... and soon I was feeling all girl powered out. 
Until I met these cupcakes today. It all came flooding back. The sensuosity (?), the high notes, the old school delight. Irreplaceable came on the radio and I sang to my cupcakes in the passenger seat. I picked up Adam from work and started telling him an animated story about my day while taking my first bite of the Red Velvet. Everything stopped, I fell silent and, in so many words, said Give Me One Moment In Time.
On our after dinner walk, Adam started gushing about the cupcakes and I agreed with some gushing of my own. Made me Wanna Dance with Somebody.
Somehow we're saving the Dark Chocolate and Peanut Butter Chocolate for tomorrow. They're a Vision of Love sitting on my countertop til I Can't Help Myself.
Until I met these cupcakes today. It all came flooding back. The sensuosity (?), the high notes, the old school delight. Irreplaceable came on the radio and I sang to my cupcakes in the passenger seat. I picked up Adam from work and started telling him an animated story about my day while taking my first bite of the Red Velvet. Everything stopped, I fell silent and, in so many words, said Give Me One Moment In Time.
On our after dinner walk, Adam started gushing about the cupcakes and I agreed with some gushing of my own. Made me Wanna Dance with Somebody.
Somehow we're saving the Dark Chocolate and Peanut Butter Chocolate for tomorrow. They're a Vision of Love sitting on my countertop til I Can't Help Myself.
Sunday, April 06, 2008
General Lounging and a Flashback
This weekend, as is no surprise, was all about eating, sitting, sleeping, reading and general lounging. General Conference weekend is so great for that, plus a filling up of the ol' spiritual reserve. This morning we had the Elders over for the traditional General Conference breakfast of German pancake. Elder Shin (from Korea) and Elder Cunningham (from Sacramento) both had never tasted of it. Nothing delights me more than introducing amazing food that should not be lived without.
Sometime between all the naps and Conference watching, we went on a beach walk. Salt Creek Beach. I had a picture-taking escapade involving these three palm trees.
Let's see how many times I can get these palm trees in a picture.
Oh, I guess they didn't make it into ALL the shots. Anyway, Salt Creek was cool because the ocean came with a beach AND a lawn. The perfect combination, if you ask me, because when I get tired of sand getting into the crevices of my book pages, I need a refuge not far from the ocean. The answer? Grass. Oh, and a multi-million dollar beachfront home. But let's not get ahead of ourselves.
While lounging and wasting time and wondering when Priesthood session was going to be over, I came across these pictures A-Ware's mom recently sent:
Adam has always spoken fondly of the crazed night of dancing that occurred at his friend, Kurt's, wedding in the days before I knew him. Until now I had only HEARD of this night. 
SEEING this night made me wish we hadn't ditched out on chaperoning the stake dance last night. These are moves not to be kept within the confines of our home. His innate awesomeness really comes through, and I just wanted you all to enjoy this rare look into his real abilities and strongpoints.
Sometime between all the naps and Conference watching, we went on a beach walk. Salt Creek Beach. I had a picture-taking escapade involving these three palm trees.
Let's see how many times I can get these palm trees in a picture.Oh, I guess they didn't make it into ALL the shots. Anyway, Salt Creek was cool because the ocean came with a beach AND a lawn. The perfect combination, if you ask me, because when I get tired of sand getting into the crevices of my book pages, I need a refuge not far from the ocean. The answer? Grass. Oh, and a multi-million dollar beachfront home. But let's not get ahead of ourselves.
While lounging and wasting time and wondering when Priesthood session was going to be over, I came across these pictures A-Ware's mom recently sent:Adam has always spoken fondly of the crazed night of dancing that occurred at his friend, Kurt's, wedding in the days before I knew him. Until now I had only HEARD of this night. SEEING this night made me wish we hadn't ditched out on chaperoning the stake dance last night. These are moves not to be kept within the confines of our home. His innate awesomeness really comes through, and I just wanted you all to enjoy this rare look into his real abilities and strongpoints.Saturday, April 05, 2008
Family Biznass
Well, babies are getting older and engagements getting shorter so without further ado I bring you the March happenings of my cousins who are blogless. 
Carrie No-Show Warner birthed her first child March 16. Don't ask me height and weight, as these are details that don't register automatically and translate very little to me. For instance, say you had a 54 inch baby and you told me over the phone. If I never saw the baby, it would never translate that that is a tall baby. Baby stats just don't make it into that part of my brain that figures things out. Anyway, Baby Ruby came fashionably late, following directly in the footsteps of her mother. Go here for more pictures. I have yet to hear from the mother on the progress of the 54 inch (?) child, as she and her husband moved to Washington and may never be heard from again.
And here I bring you Greg "Just When You Had Lost All Hope" Giles. Debuting on my blog in his Macho Man Randy Savage Halloween costume, here he is with the maker of the costume herself.
The lovely Kristen. He found his 'match', and gave her the 'ring' and now they make up a beautiful 'tag team.' His best comment about her: "She is so legit it makes me cry." Wedding in Mesa on April 16, where I'll be doing my own crying, seeing Ruby for the first time and the championship belt up close.
Carrie No-Show Warner birthed her first child March 16. Don't ask me height and weight, as these are details that don't register automatically and translate very little to me. For instance, say you had a 54 inch baby and you told me over the phone. If I never saw the baby, it would never translate that that is a tall baby. Baby stats just don't make it into that part of my brain that figures things out. Anyway, Baby Ruby came fashionably late, following directly in the footsteps of her mother. Go here for more pictures. I have yet to hear from the mother on the progress of the 54 inch (?) child, as she and her husband moved to Washington and may never be heard from again.And here I bring you Greg "Just When You Had Lost All Hope" Giles. Debuting on my blog in his Macho Man Randy Savage Halloween costume, here he is with the maker of the costume herself.The lovely Kristen. He found his 'match', and gave her the 'ring' and now they make up a beautiful 'tag team.' His best comment about her: "She is so legit it makes me cry." Wedding in Mesa on April 16, where I'll be doing my own crying, seeing Ruby for the first time and the championship belt up close.
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