14 February 2009

mawidge, dat bwessed awangement, dat dweem wifin a dweem

james announced earlier this week that he would be boycotting valentine's day this year. i though that a little silly since neither of us have ever cared that much about v-day. we don't love it, but i, for one, couldn't muster up the energy to hate it, much less boycot it. you have to care about it, ya know?

so i laughed when he pretty much changed his mind, asking little bekah-boo to be his valentine, hugging me at the kitchen sink wondering if i'll be his valentine too, and most of all, writing all about twoo wuv on his blog. that's not boycotting even a little bit.

i myself happen to enjoy any opportunity to be silly and celebrate. and of course i'm going to live it up with the kids. daniel and i stayed up late making valentines for his kindergarten class on thursday night. we've been shooting pretend cupid arrows at each other all morning too. and the kids even had toomuchcandytummyaches this morning. i kind of like the eat it all up and let it be gone approach to sweets.

and now i feel inclined to write about james like he wrote about me, or rather Us. so i'll use the same questionaire he did. if you want to read his post, as i refer to it here as if you have, see it here.

How long have you been together?
i'll just leave james' answer here, since it's the same as mine "Almost ten years. We started dating at the end of April 1999."

Where did the two of you meet?
we were missionaries for the lds church in southern chile. as our families only lived a forty-minute drive apart, i find it amusing that we travelled hundreds of miles to meet someone that was so close.

What was the first thought that went through your head when you first met him?
i don't recall a particular thought. he hadn't stood out as any different from the rest of the sea of elders until he asked to borrow my guitar for a talent show. i remember her played a chilean song i hadn't heard before ("quien es la que viene ahi") and "who's gonna ride your wild horses" by U2, which i approved of. but if somone had told me i was meeting my future husband i would have raised my eyebrows.

Do you remember what he was wearing?
missionary garb: white shirt, tie, slacks.

Who asked whom out?
he surprised me by sending me a letter before i was home from the mission telling me he had always been "in love with (my) voice" and that we should "get together" when we were both back in utah. as james mentioned, he had called my parents before i arrived, so my dad teased me about the boy who had already called at the airport on friday. i didn't want to seem too eager, but after that i decided to wait only a couple of days (sunday) before calling him. our first date was a week after my arrival. and he asked me out.

When was the first time you realized you liked him?
the moment i read his letter. i had always admired him as a missionary, but hadn't spent much "extracurricular" thought on him until that moment.

Where was your first date?
i'll correct him here, i didn't drive up, he drove his dad's suv to my parents place and picked me up. we drove to his house where we waited for his chilean friend, who never showed, then went to the mexican restaurant, then hung out with doug, his best friend, who also tagged along when james drove me home. they spent the whole drive home talking about how much they loved U2.

How long did you know each other before you started dating?
about a year, as acquaintances i guess.

Where was the first time you kissed?
in my car outside of the jordan river temple, right after we decided to get engaged.

How long did it take to get serious?
not long enough. we'd dated for two weeks when he opened up the "i like you do you like me?" conversation. two weeks later we were engaged. whew!

How did he propose to you?
well, first he wrote me an email telling me how he felt about me. i don't remember exactly what he said (though we have all our emails saved somewhere) but i'm pretty sure he conveyed the idea that he felt our relationship could lead to marriage. i reciprocated in kind and we agreed to go to the temple to contemplate it together. as we were sitting on the loveseat in the celestial room, looking at the upside-down reflection of our feet in the mirrored coffee table before us, he said these words: "so, when should we get married?" to which i replied something along the lines of "august sounds pretty good" (a date which i had rejected earlier as being "too soon"... i was right, but things have worked out anyway. ;) ) james followed this conversation by romantically suggesting he suck a whole in his altoid to make an engagement ring for my finger.

and you know, i have never wished for things to have gone differently. i love it that our engagement, like so much of our marriage and life together, was somewhat reckless and spontaneous... and not romantic in a traditional sense. his silly idea for the altoid ring absolutely charmed me at the time. so, which of us is goofier?

Do you have any children together?
for two regular looking people, we have made two exquisitely beautiful children so far. a boy and a girl.

Pets?
well, james wants a black lab and a german shepherd and a cat. i also want a dog and a cat, but not the same kinds. i am fond of really big dogs that don't bark too much. i don't know enough about dogs to really say what kinds would suit me the best, but i fantasize about a st. bernard or a great dane (i meant it when i said really big, you see). i also think beagles are really cute. my only specification for a cat is that it be a cuddly nice one, not a mean neurotic one like the one we had a few years ago, which is now thriving at my in-laws' house. i also would like to have other pets, though not all at once: fish, finches, hermit crabs, and guinea pigs.

Did you go to the same school?
one. i went to lots of schools, but we graduated from the same school: brigham young university. i with my bs and he with his ba and ma.

Are you from the same home town?
no, but the same home state, a few cities apart.

Where do you eat out most as a couple?
probably a little mexican restaurant close to our house: el rodeo. we also frequent the loveless cafe, the cracker barrel, wolfgang puck's, and a family owned italian place: caeser's. carrabas is a romantic favorite.

Where is the furthest you two have traveled together as a couple?
don't know which is actually the furthest, but we have traveled back to southern chile together; sao paolo, brazil; portugal; and madrid, spain together.

Who has the worst temper?
we just have different things that light our fuses. so i ignite quicker than he does on some issues and vice versa with other issues.

Who does the cooking?
mostly we don't cook, which is kind of lame. nobody should have to survive on cereal alone. we go through phases of cooking. we both really like it under unpressured circumstances.

Who is more social?
probably james, because i need alone time a LOT more than he does. but we are both really social in different ways. we complain about the other's lack of interest in activities we want to do.

Who is the neat-freak?
neither of us. we live like slobs. i crave cleanliness but can't keep up with the mess produced by the four human beings in our family.... but i suppose i do the most cleaning between the two of us.

Who is the more stubborn?
again, we're stubborn in different ways about different things. i am quietly stubborn unless james pushes me too hard. he is vocally stubborn... and i don't push him nearly hard enough.

Who hogs the bed?
james.

Who wakes up earlier?
with no obligations or alarm clocks, james, hands down. but currently i have earlier obligations than he does, so, me.

Who has the bigger family?
james, by one.

How do you spend the holidays?
together in semi-planned chaos.

Where do you see each other 15 years from now?
i see us still together, fighting over some of the same things, probably making some of the same jokes, living in a home that we own, developing hobbies that haven't occured to us yet along with the old ones, and hopefully able to travel.

we better have been to barcelona by then.

07 February 2009

aw man!

can you believe i already missed january?

what a bummer.

oh well. here i am again, inspired by someone who inspires me. my sister k just started a blog. :)

and i'll give you a snapshot of my day instead of promises about what i might be doing here in some vague future.

the kids snuggled and climbed on me until i was awake and decided to reenter the vertical world for yet another day. i said something to daniel as he hugged me and he wretched and spit into the trash can, complaining that my stink had gotten into his mouth and he had to spit it out. morning breath. oops.

the rest of the house, especially james' office, was unusually quiet. rebekah kept insisting that dad had gone to school, to which i kept replying, "it's SATURDAY rebekah". after calling (getting his voicemail) and texting "where are you?" i learned that he had gone to kentucky for the day to help with some winter storm damage cleanup for some church members there.

after breakfast the kids played outside while i got caught up on my email. (it's a beautiful not-too-cold day out there.) then we added a bajillion kids movies to my netflix queu together and decided to go to the library and park (a sometimes saturday morning tradition).

they climbed into the wagon (which i carried from the playroom to the door, to daniel's amazement. i explained, "well, i'm a big strong mama" to which he replied in a way that somehow negated me, "but i'm as strong as superman!") and we headed off. we walked down our street, around the corner, across the big street and to our destination. we whispered our way through the library, picking out dvds and books and then rushed to the red caboose park.

ahhh: sand and swings and slides and lots of kids and running and getting windier! and people with their dogs and hide and seek and tiny kids and big kids and sharing the swings and climbing around and by 12:03 it was time to go home for lunch after which (bribe) we could eat ice cream cones in the back yard.

after lunch i scooped strawberry ice cream into three cones. we sat around the batman table for a few bites. the wind picked up and we agreed it was clearly time to eat over a towel in the living room instead.

and that brings me more or less to the present. rebekah is singing in a nice warm bath and daniel is savoring that last little bit of his ice cream. and i'm going back and forth to the computer to write this.

and the day's only half over!

hooray for saturday!

31 December 2008

last day of 2008

well, maybe a good goal for my blog would be to write at least once a month. that would be an improvement from last year, right? and now that i have my own little laptop setup in the dining room, i think i might even succeed!

well, i've been standing here for a few minutes now (yes, i stand at my computer) and discovering that maybe i don't really have something to write about at the moment... just the enthusiasm for writing got me to open this post.

hmm

what would be perfect right now would be to post pictures... i have a bunch of knitting projects i haven't documented at all, maybe i'll go take some pics and come back later.

YO-HO!

13 November 2008

ninja crickets

ha! it's been over a month.

oh well.

these are the things that i blogged about in my imagination in the meantime:

the ninja crickets that live, hide, and ambush me in my laundry room. they have skills, man.

then i blogged about eat, pray, love, which i read for bookclub and loved. related to that i blogged about my interest in learning to meditate for realsies.

i blogged a little bit about how much i adore obama and why, complete with photo of my obama action figure. (i even mentioned my 6 year-old neighbor who, son of pro-mccain people, asked me about it and protested, "but obama doesn't even know how to fight!")

most recently i started blogging about the book that i picked up at the library in preparation for standing in a voting line, which i didn't even have to wait in (go early voting), and which book i started reading when i got home.

and so today, since i've written about all that other stuff, i'm going to write about my best friend and our endeavor to create a space to nurture our creative selves in.

it sort of started with get crafty, the aforementioned library book about creating rather than consuming and living even the details of our lives deliberately.

ooh, i'm going to be cool and put links on the books i mentioned. just a sec.

ok, there ya go.

so anyway, i have these little things i dream about and work towards in my life. most of the time i fall miserably short of what i would like to achieve or be. so when the author (jean railla) of get crafty started talking about "girl groups" i initially rolled my eyes. but i kept reading and as she described the changes that each member of her own group made that led them away from the group but into positive movement in their own lives i suddenly felt a longing for the kind of support they shared that allowed them to move forward like that.

i thought of the many half-finished, half-begun and un-begun projects or endeavors i have taken on over the years. (or not quite taken on but merely thought on wistfully).... and how often i have felt that just a little encouragement might have helped me stick with it. on one hand i am sadly dependent on others for confidence (i can't quite put the "self" there in front of confident, since that's what's lacking, but knowing, dear reader, that it's there may clarify the sentence for you). on the other hand, maybe i'm just a normal self conscious human, deserving of a little support here and there. know what i mean?

in my head i began forming my own ideal group. and i found that most of the women on my list didn't know each other, and only two or three of them lived close enough to participate in an actual gathering.

i naturally called my bff to talk about it. and our new blog is in gestation.

i'm so excited that i even blogged about it!

01 October 2008

Blogging Schmlogging

James has been blogging for over a year now. One of my best friends has been blogging since before most people even knew what it was. My other best friend has been blogging for a couple of years. I've tried it a little before too... without consistency or success. But I enjoy so much what they do that I often think wistfully of being as cool. And then I keep doing dishes or reading or knitting or sighing lazily about in my perpetually messy home and don't do anything about it.

I actually thought I posted a blog last night. Don't know where it went or why I thought I'd succeeded because maybe it was part of a dream. But in my dream post I said something cool like this (but phrased more eloquently... another clue that I may have dreamed the whole thing):

I've been pregnant with the idea of blogging for months and months now. Maybe I'm beginning to have labor pains.

Maybe just braxton hicks.

False labor?

I guess we'll see.


I ended dramatically right there. Sure feels like I've typed that before.

But the fact that I came back tonight to write my second post of the year (yes, in October), or at least in my dream it would have been the second post, says that maybe the labor was genuine. Do I have a baby yet?

I was about to type, "Not sure yet" with the same dramatic-type pause surrounding "I guess we'll see," but I think the metaphor is losing it's relevancy here. You're usually sure when the baby is out instead of in.

I guess I'm feeling non-commital about this. No need to get your hopes up (by "your" I mean "my") I'll most likely kill you in the morning, I mean, I'll most likely wait another year or so to post again.

But maybe not. See, right now I really want to talk about the books I'm reading. I like to read at night until I fall asleep. Addicted to it in fact. Watch me try to fall asleep without a little novel and my mini reading light and you will see me toss and turn with worry for hours. There are worse dependecies out there. The good thing about this little habit is that it has taken me back to the kind of voracious appetite for books I had as a girl. I still like a fantasy fix every few books, but I've been introduced to a lot of other things (including real literature as well as teen candy fiction) through my book club and James' assignments (James only assigns me real literature though...Latin American, he scoffs at candy fiction. The book club girls, however, understand that both are okay).

So right now I'm reading Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert. We are discussing it tomorrow night at book club. I've read most of the books but only attended twice this year. Rather silly of me. But this month I am determined to fight my sleepiness and spend a night with the girls discussing this book. I've read the Eat section and just finished the Pray section tonight. I'll start the Love section as I fall asleep in the next hour or so.

Perhaps I'll write more about it tomorrow, but for now suffice it to say that I want to take up meditation. Don't know if I'll ever make it to India as the author did, but I'm pregnant now with the idea of beginning that practice. I might be pregnant with it for a couple years, like blogging, who knows how long my gestational period might be (sometimes I'm drawn out like an elephant with this sort of thing) but maybe I'll even tell you about it, dear reader.

20 August 2007

Pictures from our recent trip to Chattanooga, TN:











Daniel and Rebekah at the touch and feel pool at the aquarium. We also took a ride on a real Chattanooga choo-choo.

28 April 2006

surprise! i might only have 2 friends that might even visit this... but here i am anyway! (and they are my best friends...)