tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72362031917217332712024-03-13T09:34:54.286-07:00Call Me StarlaIf you want to see pictures of my cute family go to my family blog. If you want to know more about me read on...Call Me Starlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03296765674684276970noreply@blogger.comBlogger251125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7236203191721733271.post-44772084335894472782013-02-07T08:46:00.001-08:002013-02-07T08:46:16.637-08:00Banjo<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
The other day Farrah, Rand and I met Blythe's preschool class at the library. This guy was in charge of reading to and doing activities with the kids. He was quite entertaining and the kids loved him. He also played the banjo for them. I realized that this was the first time I had seen someone play the banjo live, and I liked it. The End</div>
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<br />Call Me Starlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03296765674684276970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7236203191721733271.post-49558256871480674802013-02-06T08:03:00.000-08:002013-02-07T08:29:20.880-08:00Instagram Challenge<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My sister in law Candice tagged me on instagram to write 5 things about myself you might not know. Read on and you might learn something... or you might not. I have a big mouth and I've probably already told you all of this and more! </div>
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<span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; color: #444444; font-family: proxima-nova, 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Speaking of overcoming #1 I will say that I am very grateful that I met and married the love if my life at a young age. There were times I wondered why we were so drawn to each other because we are SO different, but over the years I have come to believe that he is perfect for me. There is no way I would be he person I am today (the good parts:) if I was with anyone else. I love him more everyday (even when he drives me crazy:) and I kind of don't like to think about it too much because it makes me feel emotional which I don't like... Are you sensing a pattern to my dysfunction here???</span></div>
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Call Me Starlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03296765674684276970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7236203191721733271.post-23858396127176234872013-02-05T07:54:00.000-08:002013-02-07T07:54:38.533-08:00Fall in January<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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After the big freeze a couple of weeks ago all the leaves on the trees finally died off.</div>
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We came home from a weekend away to find that the wind had blown them all off.</div>
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The driveway was covered and the kids wanted photos.</div>
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Now that I think about it this is how it is most years. The leaves don't really give up until January. Funny how it is so different from most places in the US. </div>
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<br />Call Me Starlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03296765674684276970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7236203191721733271.post-63621158645430678392013-02-04T07:11:00.002-08:002013-02-04T07:11:22.263-08:00Like it, love it, can't live without it<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Baby finally decided to walk!!!</div>
<br />Call Me Starlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03296765674684276970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7236203191721733271.post-52553876333331406052013-01-31T17:32:00.002-08:002013-01-31T17:32:32.741-08:00Sick Days<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
Everyone has been sick...</div>
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They look like this...</div>
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I am sick of sick kids!</div>
<br />Call Me Starlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03296765674684276970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7236203191721733271.post-84362358978836041692013-01-30T17:56:00.001-08:002013-01-31T17:27:50.270-08:00Today... check<div>
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*Nick home from work (today and tomorrow too:)... check</div>
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*The beginnings of a sinus infection... check.<br />
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*Nick asked to cover a sick coworkers shift tomorrow on his day off... check<br />
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*Finding out Nick's scout activity for tonight is moved up 2 hours and I won't be able to ride... check</div>
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*Trouble dealing with disappointment over the fact that because of Nick's extra shift and activity change I won't be able to ride and will miss my mileage goal for January:(<br />
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*Errand to get the wood for bunk bed project... check<br />
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*Head pounding, pressure, feeling horrible... check</div>
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*Lunch out with Nick and ONLY 2 kiddos... check</div>
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*Errand took less time than anticipated and I can still fit in a ride... ensuing happiness... check</div>
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*Arrive home, medicate, medicate, medicate... check</div>
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*Go on a pretty good ride even though its ten miles shorter than I planned... check</div>
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*Rush home and send Nick off... check</div>
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*Decide to abandon kids chores: just for tonight it's homework only:)... check</div>
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*Kids mostly cooperate with me and each other, hallelujah!... check</div>
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*Get kids showered, fed & in bed... check</div>
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* Long, hot, much needed bath while I wait for Nick to come home... Check</div>
Call Me Starlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03296765674684276970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7236203191721733271.post-28591791556356654522013-01-29T17:07:00.001-08:002013-01-29T17:09:03.528-08:00photo regretsThis weekend Nick and I took my dad & MaryAnne out to dinner to celebrate his birthday. My sister watched the kids and it was nice to get out with just adults. We had good food, good conversation, and it was nice to catch up. But I regret that I didn't take a picture of us together. <br />
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Later that night Nick stayed at my dad's to put the kids to bed and I went out with a couple of my oldest and most cherished friends. It was an amazing time and I left them feeling refreshed and inspired as always. I love those girls so much! But I regret that I didn't take any pictures.<br />
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I have learned my lesson, and I won't make that mistake again. Call Me Starlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03296765674684276970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7236203191721733271.post-82363760587484241202013-01-28T16:24:00.004-08:002013-01-28T16:24:30.384-08:00Like it, love it, can't live without it<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The fact that Nick has decided to build something similar to this! </div>
<br />Call Me Starlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03296765674684276970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7236203191721733271.post-4667425801028610082013-01-15T15:11:00.001-08:002013-01-15T15:11:38.768-08:00Winter Wars<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
It has been pretty cold here for the past few days. It's no big deal compared to most places, but here in the desert we are definitely not used to these temperatures. This morning it was 14 degrees when I took my kids to school! </div>
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The problem is these children of mine don't quite know how to handle this crazy weather. I have one who majorly over compensates. For example, this morning he dressed in 5 jackets and sweaters and he doesn't start school until noon. The we have those on the other end of the spectrum. The others refuse to wear anything more than a hooded sweatshirt! No matter how much I nag they will NOT dress warmly. </div>
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Its been kind of funny. I keep putting warm things in their backpacks, but I'm pretty sure they aren't using them. Oh well, hopefully their teachers don't think I'm a neglectful mother:) I guess the old saying is true... You can lead a horse to water, but you can't make him drink! </div>
Call Me Starlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03296765674684276970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7236203191721733271.post-1859797168905428832013-01-14T12:46:00.002-08:002013-01-14T12:46:23.898-08:00Like it, love it, can't live without it<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
Bagging a summit...</div>
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and finally breaking my South Mountain curse! </div>
Call Me Starlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03296765674684276970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7236203191721733271.post-20628865213853254202013-01-10T13:46:00.002-08:002013-01-10T13:46:24.242-08:00Mt. Lemmon<div style="text-align: center;">
The week after Christmas we went to check out the snow. </div>
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Trip sponsored by my dad...</div>
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Call Me Starlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03296765674684276970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7236203191721733271.post-17941037795450672082013-01-09T18:32:00.000-08:002013-01-09T18:32:52.076-08:00Puppy Genius?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
When my oldest two kids are around they tend to hog the dog:) Rand has been so excited that school started up again because now he gets more alone time with little Blitz. Today he was in my room have "his turn" when I heard him calling me. I was kinda busy so I continued my chores as I said "What do you need?" Then he would yell "Just come here!". Eventually I figured it was in everyones best interest for me to check out the situation:) I walked onto this scene. </div>
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Rand then told me that he had crawled in the kennel to see how big it was and Blitz had locked him in. Even after I expressed my disbelief he persisted saying that "Blitz is a really smart dog mom!" This kid cracks me up sometimes. Now I'm thinking maybe I can hire the dog to babysit.</div>
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Call Me Starlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03296765674684276970noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7236203191721733271.post-78747264540461619742013-01-08T13:40:00.001-08:002013-01-08T13:40:43.893-08:00Holy Mackerel Charlie <div style="text-align: center;">
That is what my Grandpa used to say when he was amazed by something. </div>
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I am amazed by something today and so that little phrase popped into my mind and I decided to share it.</div>
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Well it is the fact that I am so VERY far behind in posting about some of my very favorite things that have happened in the last few months.</div>
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Call Me Starlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03296765674684276970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7236203191721733271.post-33866949687742303912013-01-07T13:19:00.000-08:002013-01-08T13:19:57.933-08:00Like it, love it, can't live without it<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Our new little puppy "Blitz", which is short for Blitzen:) </div>
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First, I need to remind myself that I still haven't blogged about the Grand Canyon. It was just such an intense trip that I am lacking the energy to tackle it right now. I'll get to it sometime, just not sure when.</div>
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Speaking of that trip, I am still suffering from a knee injury I got when I was in the canyon. My knee issues are putting a considerable damper on my Tour de Tucson plans and just bumming me out all around. Never again will I do a marathon hike this close to a big bike race.</div>
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We've had some interesting ups and downs in getting Blythe immunized. Here she is at her last appointment. So glad she is up to date, at least until the next school year. It has truly been a pain, no pun intended</div>
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This little lady is growing up fast and is turning out to be quite the drama queen:)</div>
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This week has been a sick one. Starting with Channing last weekend a sore throat/ fever/ cough has slowly been working its way through the household. We've all had symptoms to some degree or other. Quite a bit of school has been missed and this weekend we are taking it easy, and hoping some rest and relaxation will do the trick. </div>
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<br />Call Me Starlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03296765674684276970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7236203191721733271.post-69207800638673402992012-11-08T09:37:00.000-08:002012-11-10T10:05:16.486-08:00Alien socks<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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There are SO many other more interesting topics I should be blogging about today. I could write about my adventure in the Grand Canyon last month, or about my birthday, or Nick's birthday, or Halloween. <br />
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The list is long and attractive. Instead I am going to bring up something unattractive: The socks you see pictured above. <br />
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Those are Nick's new cycling socks, for real, and totally seriously. I will try to explain by making three points.... <br />
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1. When Nick finds an article of clothing that makes him more comfy his devotion is instantaneous. <br />
2. He loves (and I mean loves) a good bargain. <br />
3. Combine this product devotion with a bargain price on ebay and we have a recipe for alien/ sunburst/ racing flag cycling socks. <br />
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I thought I would be able to sway him to abandon the idea of wearing them in public by giving him a hard time. I teased him, and bugged, him and told him how ugly the socks were. I said that the guy who sold them on ebay was probably laughing right now at the poor sucker who actually paid money for these socks. <br />
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I should have known better. I had momentarily forgotten who I was talking to. If I had given even a tiny bit of thought about the way Nick's mind works I could have foreseen that my plan would backfire. As anyone who knows him well you have probably already predicted that my arguments only strengthen his resolve to wear those ugly socks with pride.<br />
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Needless to say, he has now decided to wear the worst of the worst (aliens) at the Tour de Tucson next week. I don't know who is more excited, him to simultaneously show off his ugly socks and irritate me, or the socks to ACTUALLY be worn for the first time.<br />
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It should be an interesting conversation piece to say the least:) Call Me Starlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03296765674684276970noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7236203191721733271.post-13117896849397759682012-11-07T18:07:00.000-08:002012-11-07T18:08:43.257-08:00I sure like these guys.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
I thought about writing that I am bummed out today about the way the election turned out. Then I decided not to because I don't want to think about it right now. If I write about it then I AM thinking about it. Also I prefer not to talk about politics very often, and also not on this blog.</div>
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So instead I will think about my cute baby. That guy she's sitting on is not a bad thought either. I leave you with that.</div>
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Call Me Starlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03296765674684276970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7236203191721733271.post-82265935658139934802012-11-06T17:57:00.000-08:002012-11-07T17:57:58.885-08:00Funny Fear<div style="text-align: center;">
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You put a blob of goo on the end of the straw and blow it up into a strange kind of plastic bubble. </div>
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I never trusted myself to blow a bubble. I was too afraid that somehow I would involuntarily inhale at the worst possible second and get the goo in my mouth or worse suck it into my lungs. In terms of irrational fears I think this may take the cake! </div>
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The other day Nick and I were at dinner with some friends and my irrational fear of these came up. One of our friends found it highly amusing. In the course of the conversation he brought up something else that freaks me out. It is called a blow dart. I don't think I need to elaborate here, do I?</div>
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A few days later I was walking through the grocery store when I spotted (and took a photo) of B'loonies. I thought it was pretty ironic that after not seeing any for probably 20 years I ran into some that same week.</div>
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This one's for you Neal! I don't really think you read my blog. That's ok, because your wife does and she will tell you about it. Then you will get to laugh again at my irrational fears. Enjoy:)</div>
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This dude, cause he is pretty awesome!</div>
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These little beauties are a major staple in our house. The world isn't right unless Blythe has her "princess shoes". The bad news is we left one of them at Grandma's house almost two weeks ago. It was tough news to break to her when we got home with only one, but she has managed to make do with her pink crocs. The good news is that we are headed back up there tomorrow so we can finally get it back! </div>
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Saturday is my little brothers 18th birthday!!! I can't believe it. I mean really, seriously, I can't believe it. It seems like just yesterday he was 4 and embarrassing the heck out of me in front of my friends. Who would have though he'd turn out so great;) I'm excited to go and celebrate with him. I am gonna take him on a bike ride and pound him into the ground. We will follow that up with a nice big birthday breakfast, my treat, to make him feel better about letting a girl half his size beat him! At least I hope that's how it goes down... otherwise I am going to feel really stupid for writing this:)</div>
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In other news we have been watching the debates and rooting for our candidate. We like to call him "Mittens". </div>
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I also plan on reporting on my Grand Canyon trip next week. The Canyon beat me up a little bit this time, but I still remain faithful and dedicated. That's saying something given the way I felt the last two miles. You'll see!</div>
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This year we had yet another great Labor Day weekend at Apache Lake! Now that the kids are getting older they spend a lot more time out on the water. Their current favorite lake activity is knee boarding. </div>
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My brother and sister joined us and they were awesome company and amazing help with the little kids! I just love having those guys around:)</div>
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It was a nice relaxing weekend. In fact I think this year will go on my favorite's list as far as these labor day trips go. Now we're already counting down the days until next year:)</div>
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After I finally made my first successful trip all the way to the top of Madera Canyon I made it a goal to do this ride at least once a month. I did it myself the first time, and the second time with a local friend. For my third trip up I invited my sister in law Candice. </div>
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Bathroom break and she's still smiling:)</div>
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Here I am waiting at the top. It felt so nice to sit down and give my legs a break. </div>
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I am finally getting around to posting about my trip to Utah back in July!</div>
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Driving through a dust storm to get to my Dad's. We spent the night there and then everyone headed out the next morning to make the BIG drive.</div>
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Passing Lake Powell along the way</div>
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Our first morning there was Blythe's birthday. Grandma Homer is the best party thrower around so of course she went all out for Blythe and she was in heaven:)</div>
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The weather was beautiful and the kids had a blast playing outside. They also loved having Great Grandma & Grandpa out there with them:)</div>
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When we came back to the place where we could have to cross the main street again we found we were locked in. We were a bit confused since this gate was open a few minutes ago and we had just entered through it! Then I remembered seeing a maintenance truck to the side of the path when we came in. Apparently the gate we entered is usually locked but we happened to come at prime time and sneak through without realizing it:) When the maintenance worker left he locked the gate behind him. Now we were on our own to find a different path out. I decided this was getting crazy and we were going to brave the water under the tunnel. It turned out not to be deep at all and we were berating ourselves for not using it in the first place and saving ourselves a load of trouble! We started to ride towards my dad and we were on our way. We were almost there when I made a navigational error that took us way out of our way and things spiraled down from there. Eventually we just pulled over at a fast food place for a bite to eat and called my dad to come get us. I guess I should know better than to read the map on my phone while pedaling through traffic at 15 mph! Lesson learned. We still managed to get in 25 miles but it was definitely not the ride we were hoping for.</div>
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They have some great parks near my Grandparents house and we took full advantage</div>
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My awesome sister who spent all day hanging out at parks with me and the kiddos:)</div>
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We decided to ride the light rail into to Salt Lake City and take the kids to see Temple Square. The train ride was interesting. It was super crowded because it was the 24th of July and our car was filled with college kids. There was literally standing room only at some points. The highest point (or lowest depending on how you look at it) of the ride was when Rand and Blythe started having a huge fight over who was going to hold on to what hand hold. The argument culminated in Rand yelling as loud as he could "Blythe you better let me hold on here or I am going to kill myself!!!" It drew the attention of pretty much everyone on the train. Talk about embarrassing! </div>
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This is a bad picture but we stopped by City Center to check things out and it was pretty cool. Next time we're up there I want to go back when we have more time.</div>
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Trevin and I decided (actually I kind of roped him into it since climbing isn't his favorite) to ride up Little Cottonwood Canyon. It is known as one of the best (or worst depending on how you look at it) climbs in the US. My dad dropped us off at the fork in the canyon and we started our uphill grind. This ride gains 3500 feet in elevation 8.4 miles. </div>
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It was pretty tough but also beautiful and I just kept plugging along. I was slow and steady, actually super slow and steady:) My brother started out ahead but gradually lost momemtum. I think he started out too fast for a climb like this. He is still learning to pace himself:) I eventually passed him on the side of the road and he seemed pretty done. He didn't want to climb anymore so I told him I was going on to the halfway mark and then I would turn around. I thought about leaving him there but I had probably another hour of climbing and I felt bad leaving him to bake on the side of the road:(</div>
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I continued on to the halfway point and when I turned around he was still sitting on the side of the road! I was really hauling now so I yelled that I would meet him at the bottom. After I reached the bottom he still hadn't shown up so I started climbing again until he came down. We decided to just ride the rest of the way to my Grandma's instead of calling my dad since we skipped out on half the climb up the canyon. We rode down Wasatch Boulevard back to Sandy and I put in an even 20 miles. This was by far my favorite descent I have done on my bike and I can't wait to go back again and do it right!</div>
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Later that afternoon we drove up to the Logan area to visit my other Grandma and my Aunt's family. I took this photo because I think they have cool front door:)</div>
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Leisel painted the girls nails and they were in heaven! My kids loved all the attention they got from my aunt and cousins. Rand fell in love with Brielle (17) which created many hilarious situations. Bryce (14) was a great sport to entertain the kids and let them basically crawl all over him for three days.</div>
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Grandma Great and Farrah. We were so glad to visit and catch up and we hope they survived us. We can be a pretty intense bunch to host when your not used to having little ones around. </div>
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After this we headed back to Sandy packed up and drove home the next morning. We had a fun trip but we were all glad to head home and see Nick! </div>
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Being poked in the eye by a baby who is simultaneously nursing and do acrobatics! </div>
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Grand Canyon baby!!!</div>
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Is anyone else sick of hearing me talk about the Grand Canyon? You are? Well get OVER it, or get used to it because that's just how it is!!!! <br />
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This Sunday I am turning 29 years old. Deep down I kind of want to cringe a little bit since I am getting so close to 30. After all I still feel like I should be 20! But I won't complain about it here. I'll save that for the people that have to see me in real life this weekend:) <br />
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There are actually some benefits to getting older as I see it. I am happier and more fulfilled now that I have lived a little bit more of life and experienced some things that have given a perspective I didn't have 10 years ago. I am actually in better shape now than I was 10 years ago. Don't get me wrong 5 babies are not a bodies best friend, but they have made me appreciate my body in a way I never could have at age 20. Nothing is as smooth or tight as it used to be but I have more strength and stamina and I am healthier too. I look at myself and I honestly cant help but think that for an almost 30 year old mom of 5 I'm not doing too badly:) I can hike and bike and run and tone and it all still works even on an old lady like me! <br />
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I love being a mom of older kids too. I love the babies, but the day to day work of having tiny ones can be draining in a way that's so hard some days. So I am beginning to see how having a 5, 6, and 8 year old and on beyond is awesome. They are such neat little personalities and its like a new parenting challenge everyday. Life is throwing me something harder than teething and poopy diapers and as much as I complain when he who will not be named gets sent to the principal's office, it is quite an interesting challenge that brings me a lot opportunities for personal growth;)<br />
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I also appreciate my parents, and other important adults in my life, more the older I get. I know you begin that "wow my parents are people too" at the end of high school/ college, and then it gets clearer again when you have your own children. But I still feel like each year I grow wiser from the things they taught me and continue to teach me. It's kind of like I'm <u>seeing them</u> and the lessons they gave <u>through a different set of eyes</u>. The eyes of an old person... just kidding... but there really is something to this aging thing ok. That's the point I'm trying to make.<br />
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Anyway this isn't at all what I thought I was going to write when I sat down here but there it is. I am going to leave it at that and end on the note that I am so happy that I get to be at the Grand Canyon on my birthday. Maybe someday when I'm even older and wiser I will stop attempting crazy torturous things like R2R2R in under 24 hours... but judging from my father in law's example probably not! Call Me Starlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03296765674684276970noreply@blogger.com0