Saturday, March 27, 2010

He's going to. . .

Teresina, Brazil!!

Friday, March 26, 2010

Pure Torture

George has earned himself the title of "Ultimate Torturer". His mission call came on Wednesday and he has saved it to be opened tomorrow at 5 PM. When he first broke the news of his plans, I thought he had to be joking, but no, George has gotten all responsible on us. He had three major tests this week and worried that actually knowing the when and where would be distracting and damaging to his grades. I say good on ya George. Well and then the very prevalent, curious side of me says "Boy, you are absolutely crazy! And I'm pretty sure I'm going to die." But only 21 more hours to go. I think I just might make it. Don't worry I'll update you, in a rapid fashion.

Tuesday, March 23, 2010


And no trip to Capistrano would be complete without several visits to Disneyland and vice-versa. Oh and if you ever want to have the best taco you've ever had in your whole life, I'll tell you about a little place called El Molino de Oro. Wow it's good.

Monday, March 22, 2010


It's definitely not the most gorgeous, picturesque or highly sought after beach, but I love Capistrano. I love it because I used to live there for one week, with my family, every year. I felt at peace there, sitting, listening to the waves, figuring out my life. The ocean has a strange power over me. I love being in it bobbing around, riding the waves, chatting with my family in its saltiness. It's the one place I distinctly remember feeling like this was truly what heaven would be like. If I could only have my friends living next door.

A little over a week ago Russ, Genevieve, Hannah and I partook of this little piece of heaven.

P.S. I really think I need to live next to the beach.

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Customer Diservice

I seriously spent four hours of my life haggling with multiple, obviously fakely-friendly, non-native English speakers. All of the crap I went through emotionally and what-not was all because I couldn't let them take $56.00 that wasn't theirs. The thing that made me so upset was I could tell that every thing they said and did was completely scripted to get me to give up and concede and just figure it wasn't worth it. Really, I feel like so many people are out there trying to screw you over because you either aren't persistent enough or you don't know how to stand up for yourself and say no, or that's not right. I never buy from the door or over the phone because I don't care what they are selling or if it's the best deal ever, because I just HATE sales tactics. I'm immediately turned off from buying anything if I can tell you are trying to sell it to me. So the idea of having to deal with someone who I can barely understand and I know is paid and trained to get me to give up is my idea of Hell. Priceline I love the deals I get from you, but your "customer service" is dishonest and it absolutely sucks!

Saturday, March 6, 2010

Friday, March 5, 2010

Thursday, March 4, 2010

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Fan Fam

Well we've done it. We've become a fan fam. And I'm loving it. I always wanted a fan, even when I was twelve, I was a nerd, and thought fans were awesome. When everyone else wanted a suburban in MASH, I was rooting for the van. One difference, I always thought of vans as cars for people with 3+, but here we are with only two kids. But I love it and it makes my life SO much easier even with only two kids. Gen and Hannah are huge fans and I'm pretty sure Gen could sell a few hundred given the chance to give her schpiel to that many people.

Monday, March 1, 2010


I love spring! I want to live somewhere where spring lasts longer than anywhere else in the world. I'm not sure where that is, but I want to be there. Some of our first flowers are showing up and I can't wait to be in mild, green, crisp days.

I love where I grew up. I'm so happy my parents decided to buy a little old white house in the hills. That house was so yucky, but my mom and dad sacrificed so that we could have a wonderful childhood and grow up in an awesome neighborhood and ward. One of the best parts of where I grew up was the spring. Directly behind our house was a huge field where I spent so many hours wandering, make-believing, building forts and skiing. In the spring I would go on walks where I would lie down in baby, bright green grass and dream about my future and find myself.

Sometimes I worry that my kids won't have the kind of childhood I had. I want them to have places to find themselves and wildness that inspires make-believing. I worry that there aren't many places like that anymore. Even my neighborhood has had many of those old fields and lots replaced with houses. Where will we find great space and great people?