Archive for the 'They're just my friends' Category

In which I don’t hike to the top of Mt. Rainier, but I get pretty close

Wednesday, March 10th, 2010

As a teenager every Easter weekend was spent camping at Zion National Park.  My family had a favorite camp ground and a favorite camp spot (near the water, under the shade, close enough to walk to the bathrooms/showers).  Yep, that’s how we camped; toilets and showers were a must.  (It must be noted [...]

In which I was this close to the 2010 winter Olympics

Wednesday, February 17th, 2010

I moved out of Utah in 2000.  The winter Olympics were there in 2002.  I was always disappointed that I missed out on all the excitement of actually being at the Olympics.  (That being said, I don’t know a single person in Utah that actually attended any of the events.  That totally baffles me to [...]

In which I can’t be the only person who doesn’t know what fried okra is

Friday, February 12th, 2010

It seems like January came and went in a flash, right? We actually had a pretty busy January, which is odd because we are usually pretty boring. (Seriously….the dreary weather needs to stop so that we can go outside and enjoy the sun.)
I’ve realized that I haven’t updated the interweb (or people I [...]

In which we geocache

Friday, November 6th, 2009

Since we are only working on half of our usual income around our house right now we were forced to find cheap family entertainment.
Enter geocaching.
It’s the perfect way for my little family to spend time together, in nature, having fun. And the best part is that it’s 100% FREE. (Minus the GPS you’ll [...]

In which things get Craftastic around here

Wednesday, October 28th, 2009

I’m away in Albuquerque this week (I’ve perfected the spelling of Albuquerque, BTW). In case you don’t know it, New Mexico is pretty darn close(r) to Nevada (then Seattle). And in case you don’t know it, my BFF currently resides in Nevada. And speaking of my BFF (AKA: May), who is talented [...]

In which we mingle with rock stars

Wednesday, September 9th, 2009

At the height of the Seattle Music Scene I was getting ready to graduate from high school in some podunk town in Utah. Like most people I owned a couple Nirvana albums, the “Singles” soundtrack, and Pearl Jam’s “Ten”. Naturally I also owned about three flannel shirts and a glorious pair of Doc Martin boots. [...]