Sunday, June 19, 2011

Cliffton's Papa Jay's 10K

We interrupt this regularly scheduled moving blog story to bring you details of the best 10k EVER. Okay, it was my first 10k. But really, this race could not be topped. I hope I can do it justice....


A few weeks ago Amanda told me that her mother-in-law had read in the Preston Citizen that a 10k was being held in Cliffton (we assumed she had seen an add of some sort, not so...we found out later someone had written it up under the "Rural Route" portion of the paper. "Rural Route" is where people write about who's grand kids have come to visit and such) and would I like to run with her? Well, sure. Cliffton is a little community north west of Preston It is beautiful, I actually have roots in Cliffton. We didn't know what the occasion for the race was...thought maybe it was Cliffton Days or something? So, she called the number to register and found out that it was sponsored by Papa Jay's. Papa Jay's makes jerky. Really good jerky, by the way.


Amanda and I recruited some more participants: her friend Tawna, our sister Sara, and Sara's husband Todd.
Let me start by saying this....when we showed up with our 5 runners, we nearly doubled the racers. We found the park by the church just down the street from the gas station (where Papa Jay's is located) with no trouble. There was very few people and a card table set up. We went over and started talking with the Papa Jay lady in charge, come to find out she is going on the Trek this week and needed to go for a 6 mile walk, so she thought she would just go ahead and make a party of it and have a race. She told us to write our names on a label and pin it to our shorts and don't forget to write our names on a slip of paper for the drawing too.

When the appointed time arrived, 7 AM, all 17 of us lined up at the start line. There were 3 divisions: Biking (2 people), Running (9 people), and Walking (6 people)...oh and a dog that ran the race with us. The instructions we received were THE best. First she gave us the race route.

From the park we head out and make a right, then go a little bit til we cross the highway...now, we don't have any police escorts so watch for cars and don't get hit...there's usually no cars, but just be careful. Same thing when you come to the train tracks--watch for trains. So then you go along siphon road, well it's not really named siphon road, but there's a big pipe line that runs next to it, so that's what it's called. Cross over the train tracks and take a left. Then head north til you come to the hill, it's just a little one, we have a water stop set up there (her elderly mother was running it), then go up the hill and run next to the lakes for a while till you see the turn around. So, then you turn around and come back down the hill--feel free to take advantage of the water stop coming and going-- then come back and turn down and go down the first road til you come around next to the church, go around the church and back to the start/finish line.

Now, she went on to tell us, they'd marked the course with orange spray paint and inspirational quotes along the way. If we were to get tired, Handsome Bob would be coming around on a 4 wheeler to offer assistance...well, assuming there's no police around because the 4 wheeler's not registered. When we crossed the finish line, Dallas would be calling out our times and we would need to listen and remember them because we would then need to go back to the table, write it on our label and then stick it on the poster. Then go over to the the pavilion for some muffins and watermelon, pick up some jerky out of the basket and coupon (good for today only) for some beef jerky and see if you won the drawing. To start us off Handsome Bob has made an illegal fire work...ready Handsome Bob? Okay, have fun!

Once we took off Todd made the comment he felt like we were in some kind of Napoleon Dynamite sequel....you can't make this kind of stuff up, People. These things only happen in Small Town, USA.

The run was beautiful. Really, really nice. Perfect weather, great scenery, fantastic company. I was a little worried about how I would feel. I've been fighting a cold and had only gone on one 2 mile run since the move. 6.2 miles felt a little daunting. Glad I had my peeps with me. They kept me going strong. Final time 1 hour 5 minutes 22 seconds. None too shabby.

After we finished we enjoyed our watermelon and muffins. We all collected our beef jerky and we each won something in the drawing. Todd won a flashlight, Sara won a water bottle, Tawna won a bottle of pop, Amanda won a candy bar and a little train full of candy and I won a book light.


So, we headed over to Papa Jay's and picked us up some jerky.
That's Papa Jay's, World Headquarters. Don't forget.

P.S. If you run a race with Amanda, you WILL be doing jumping pictures.

She's fun like that.
However, you may want to review the pictures the very nice lady took for you...
I'm not exactly sure how high she thought we were all going to jump....eh, well.

In the infamous words of the "Rural Route":
A good time was had by all.
:)

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

HELLO WORLD!!

I'm Back!
I have rejoined the 21st century once again and have internet. WooHoo!
So, now that I have internet I need to find time to blog....
that could be a little twicky.
But, I WILL find the time. Promise.

Like....how 'bout now??
Okay, here goes...

I've never been much of a "catch-up" person when it comes to blogging.
I write it in the moment or I write it not at all.
But, for you, my dears readers a re-cap/catch-up it will be....


MOVING DAY.

....was brutal.

Saying good bye to some purty durn special people was tough.
Real tough.
No need to get all weepy now, so...
And that's all I'm going to say about that.


Shutting the garage door one last final time
and walking away from that house was really, really hard.
I sobbed, -SOBBED- I tell you, once the door was shut
and I knew I was walking away from my St. G life for good.
The sobbing only lasted until I climbed aboard the Beast
(the "Sweet Beast", for those who may not know,
is our beloved good 'ole -yet relatively new to us- 1999 suburban)

and started my long trek back to Cache Valley.

Mike had left an hour ahead of us, thinking it would be slow going in the moving truck.
We were wrong about that. Dead wrong.
Silly, sightless people...thinking the moving truck would be the slow vehicle.
That's crazy talk.


Good thing I was armed with some freshly baked blondies,
courtesy of Anne. They muffled the sniffling nicely.
I didn't share with anyone, just ate and breathed.
They got me all the way to the freeway, after that I just let the tears
roll down off and on until about Beaver.

Beaver is where we encountered our first set of tire problems.
One of the trailers--the big one--the 28 footer,
driven by Shawn (Mike's bestie and a super great guy),
needed four new tires.
So, four tires and an hour or so later off we went.

Onward and upward
(and by saying "onward and upward" I mean slowly--very slowly--but, surely. Top speed of 66 MPH.)
...until we reached Willard.
Willard is where we encountered tire set of problems numero dos.
So,
Two new tires on the trailer carrying Mike's beloved '48 Willies jeep that I was pulling
(YES, you heard that right, I was pulling..thankyou, thankyouverymuch--I know, I'm amazing)
and we were on our merry way.

By this point, my nerves were shot.
I was exhausted physically, mentally and emotionally.

And then....
we reached Sardine Canyon.
As I entered Sardine my spirits began to rise.
I was approaching my very favorite part of the drive.
Anyone who is familiar with the drive into Cache Valley knows exactly where I am talking about.
Just as you round a corner coming out of the canyon the entire valley magically opens up before you.
It is spectacular.
I love it.
And I knew we were getting OH SO CLOSE!
I was indeed going to make it.

So, a drive that usually takes us just over 6 hours took us very nearly 10.
But, we made it!

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Feeling Surreal.

Well, I'm here. We are Idaho people now.
I cannot believe it will be a week ago tomorrow that I left the St. G.
It is all a blur.
I will sort through it all....eventually....and give the moving story all the glory it deserves.

For now, I am still internetless...at my mom's right now doing laundry (speaking of which I am also laundry-less for the time being) so I thought I should pop in and let you all know that I am still alive.

Things are a moving and a shaking in our new abode. Lots of work being done right now.
Here's what I have to say about our new abode, besides the fact that I am already in love with it, it still doesn't feel real.
Mike and I have had the same conversation every night....we're here, our stuff is here, we are sleeping in our bed--in Idaho--and yet some how it feels like I am just visiting for the summer, that some how if we drove back to the St. G our stuff would somehow magically appear down there and we would just waltz on back into our old house.
Weird.

But, eventually it will feel not weird.
I feel like I am just coming out of about a 12 day time warp haze.
I am paying a price for all my worry, hard work, late nights and early mornings.
FYI if you can help it....don't do what I just did. It's a WHOLE LOTTA work and when the dust starts to settle you may find your body will only hold out for so long before you find your self catching a bit of everything going around.

Peace out for now...the laundry is done and the unpacking disaster awaits.

Tuesday, May 31, 2011

T-minus two days.

Here we are, Tuesday the 31st of May.
We are picking up the moving truck in the morning...
loading tomorrow and taking off on Thursday.

Wow! It has come fast and it has come slow.
At this point, my brain is a pile of mush and I still feel like there is plenty to do.
Mostly, I am excited right now.

Let's get this party started.
The farmgirl fam's new adventure is about to begin!!

I'll save feeling sad for Thursday, right now I am happy.
This is a good thing and we are excited.

Wish me luck...these next two days are going to be a doosey!!
:)

Monday, May 23, 2011

Okay, fine. I'll admit it....

After giving my talk yesterday
and listening to Mike give his talk yesterday
and knowing our days are really numbered
and fighting a headache all day
and REALLY, REALLY starting to empty the house
and packing up the last of the things that can be packed at this point
and looking at my bare walls and rooms beginning to empty---
I am ready to agree with Robyn and Anne.....

My House is Depressing.

The flood gates are getting weaker.
I keep telling people it's not time for me to be sad about leaving yet,
there's still too much to be happy about.
We still have time.
Well, with only a little over a week left I'm starting to feel it.

Please excuse me whilst I go have a good cry.
Probably the really ugly kind.

Okay, not really.
I still have to be a mom for a few
more hours.
I'll suck it up for a wee bit longer.
Cuz that's the kind of
responsible parent I am.
:o}

Thursday, May 5, 2011

And thus began the beginning of the end...

I have given my last Sharing Time in Primary...
Last Thursday I hosted my last book group...
Sunday was our last first Sunday of the month...
There's discussion of who will fill my place in the Primary...
My running buddy is scouting out new partners...

All these things are just as they should be...and thus began the beginning of the end.

Things are beginning to wind down, well, not things so much as time.
We are running out.
People are telling me things I never knew.
I've always known how great Mike is, how amazing he is with the boys--his scouts--I have watched him influence lives and known that he is making a big difference.
But me? I'm just the supportive wife.
I've never thought I was anything nearly as amazing as sliced bread.
Maybe I never saw it in myself.
Maybe I wasn't looking.
Not really.
Don't get me wrong,
I know I'm good.
I know I'm good at a whole lot of things.
But, now that time is winding down and people are telling me things I never knew, I am realizing that maybe I am something pretty special too.
And it's nice.

That is something for me to work on...tell people things. Really tell them.

This whole beginning of the end thing, it's tough.
We are so happy about our decision to move.
It is absolutely the right thing for us and we are excited.
But...this whole beginning of the end thing, it's tough.

I am moving back to my home ward, but in so many ways I feel like this is the ward I have done the most growing up in. I was just a young thing, with two itty bitty kids, when we landed here. It was the first place we ever lived that I knew--for sure--that we wouldn't be picking up and moving again any time soon. We were putting down roots.

I feel like this is where I learned how to live life.
Sometimes good, sometimes bad, sometimes happy, sometimes sad, sometimes just blah...life is, well, life.
"My life has been a good one, with just enough heartache to make me really appreciate all the good and happy times that have come my way." These are the words of a lady I once knew, written in her journal.

I think that's how I feel about my St. G life.
It certainly hasn't always been easy, nor has it always been hard.
But, it has been a good one with just enough heartache to make me really appreciate all the good and happy times that have come my way.


For the record,
it's getting harder to
stick to my
'no crying until the middle of May'
rule.

Monday, May 2, 2011

The new other woman.

My husband is a passionate man. He loves fierce and he loves deeply.
While I will always be his number one squeeze, over the years his attention has wondered.
Rhiannon has a place in Mike's heart that I fear I will never recover.
Meet Rhiannon.I wouldn't get on board with naming one of our daughters Rhiannon, so Mike created this work of art and got to use the name...

Rhiannon is Mike's electric guitar. He built her from scratch. They have a special bond...something a wife just can't understand, I suppose.


I have referred to Rhiannon as "the other woman" since the day he finished building her.

Well, my friend Rhiannon, there's a new girl in town...and I'm afraid she's gonna win out over both of us for a time.

I am pleased to introduce you to my hubby's latest and greatest love affair...
Over 1,000 square feet of burnin' love, his new shop.

I'm not kidding.
He is in love.
He thinks about "the shop" a minimum of 15,000 times a day.
I think he dreams about "the shop" at night.
He is so excited to set up shop in "the shop".

But first, to give you a real appreciation of how amazing and how far "the shop" has come,
please allow me to show you before and after pictures.
We took a trip to Idaho in March to check out the new abode and finalize the decision.
This was "the shop" then....

Even at this point he was super excited, couldn't wait to get the place spiffed up.
We made plans to go back up over Easter break to paint "the shop". Between our visit in March to our visit over Easter those AMAZING people that we will soon be calling neighbors (not just family) emptied THE ENTIRE THING.
W.O.W.!!!
That was a whole lotta work!
But, all their hard work made it possible for Mike to accomplish this, over the weekend....



Are you amazed? Cuz you should be.
He has drawn up floor plans as to where all of his tools will be placed.
He is planning on putting the little fridge and microwave he used to have at his office in "the shop".
Once we move up there, he may never set foot in the house again.
The children and I will have pack a picnic and visit "the shop" in order to have a family dinner.
That is, of course, if we are privileged enough to cross the threshold....

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Potato Salad Prep Discovery


Idaho is calling to me...


We both thought it was amazing.


Tuesday, April 19, 2011

The Realist

T-minus 3 minutes to departure for school this morning Elsie's face lights up and she yelps,
"Oh, oh, oh!! Mom! Mom! Mom! Can I have a quarter? I want to get one of the raffle baskets at school!"

Quick side note:
For those who may not be aware,
the elementary school
here does raffle baskets every spring.
There are many choose from and
I think it's a fairly successful event at the school.

To which Lucy replies, with a roll of the eyes,
"Yeah, Mom...could you give Elsie a quarter? She would like to buy a little tiny slip of paper for twenty five cents."

Friday, April 15, 2011

3 -in- 1

Times'a ticking....the kiddies will be out of school in less than an hour--I just LOVE early out Friday! So, you get the 3 -in- 1 super duper blog post. I know, you are all so excited. Try to control your selves! Here you go...3 very random things all in one post:
Blog post segment 1---

PREPARE TO BE AMAZED!

I've made no secret of my limited sewing abilities. We are talking limited, People.
Well, remember when I said I had another project I wanted to do??
Yes, it was sewing.
I did it.
And by saying "I" what I really mean is my sister-in-law came over last week, I put my big girl panties on and she baby stepped me through the entire thing
....okay, okay, and she did a lot of it for me.
Anyhoo...
Are you ready??
It was...
....drum roll please....

Ta Da!!! A bean bag chair!!
Are you SO amazed and SO impressed?!?!
Well, you should be.
Sometimes I amaze myself.

Thank you, thank you, thank you!!
You are all too kind!!


Blog post segment 2---

PROOF POSITIVE..

Just in case you might of thought I was kidding about the room formally known as the laundry room, now known as Packed Boxes Central, being a bit of a death trap...
I give you exhibit A:

I even put my own flesh and blood in the danger zone to give some reference, sure he is the smallest member of the family...but also the only one home with me to pose for my picture.
The pile of boxes wraps around the corner there to the right of Grant.
Lots of boxes, lots.

And last, but certainly NOT least..
Blog post segment 3--

SOMEBODY HAD A BIRTHDAY!!!

Audrey is Officially a teenager.
*help*
Here she is in all her birthday morning glory.

Why, yes, if you were lucky enough to be in our family
then you too would get the most beloved and coveted
birthday crown and sash courtesy of the two smallest lady members of the house.
Doesn't she look amazing folks?
What a beauty!

Here's a question:
What happens when your child requests Angel Food Cake for her birthday
(which she has done for as long as she has been speaking),
you whip out the old Angel Food Cake pan (which you inherited from your husband's grandma nigh unto 15 years ago), notice it is kinda bent, but figure it'll be fine, go ahead and make that birthday cake late Saturday night (knowing the next day is the Sabbath), think it has all worked out just dandy, until you turn the cake over to cool and realize everything isn't all just dandy, and the cake starts falling out and ripping into pieces due to the bent pan and the fact that it didn't stick in the pan like it was supposed to???
Hmmm....whatcha gonna do?
Well, if your me then you just go ahead and let that cake cool, rip it the rest of the way into tiny pieces and make an Angel Food Cake trifle.

Voila!
I do believe a new birthday tradition has been born.
And, yes, that is just one candle on the cake.
*some one* forgot to check to make sure we had candles..
okay, okay it was me.
ooops.

Happy Birthday to my Sweet, Crazy Girl.
Life would be oh so dull without you.
:o)

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