Summer?

Work. Is. Exhausting.

Leaving for green, open spaces in big sky country in a week.

So excited for Canada! Here's hoping I decide to come back. 

2000 Miles of Adventure

I picked up Jenni and her kids, and we drove to visit the Fifield family in California.  We went to the park, the Santa Monica Pier, the LA Zoo, and the Channel Islands beach (after picking up Grandma Janica from the airport). Matthew and I also went to the driving range somewhere in there, and I think I'm just not a golfer. Too much softball.

We drove back to Utah, stayed in a Condo in St. George, and then headed to Nephi for Scott's graduation from high school. Yay! The last one in our immediate family. No kids anymore (don't cry, Mom).

Here are some of my favorite pictures. Quite a few!

 

The Way it Is

I want it to be Spring forever. I absolutely love this weather. Perfect in the day and breezy in the evening. It's the perfect time for rolling down the car windows while driving.  Is there a land of eternal Spring? Flowers, butterflies, rainbows, and happy places? Ha.

I need to take up yoga or pilates or maybe just meditation. Something that can be calming and relaxing without that doesn't lead to an IV because I'm dehydrated or the doctor for pulled muscles. Maybe a massage? Yes, I think so. I'll definitely have to look into that.  Maybe just a nice chair to relax on the porch.

I'm going to Canada. Sometime in July when I have three minutes to breathe from work. I've always wanted to go to Canada. Something to look forward to. My passport hasn't seen the light of day in a few years, so it's time. Here's hoping I want to come back.

Yes, I realize this post is full of randomness and all that. Sometimes that's how my brain works. I was going to blog about something that I had neglected, but backblogging is just so hard. Missed opportunity, at least for the moment.

A thought to leave you with:


“One day you will do things for me that you hate. That is what it means to be family.” 
― Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything is Illuminated

To be Continued . . .

What have I been up to lately? Obviously not blogging.

I'm going to try and make a goal to post more often. Here's a quick list.

Making good foods. I have some new recipes, and they have been wonderful!

Quilting.  I go through phases of quilting and not quilting, but I've finished a wedding quilt for a friend and a baby quilt for another. Woot! I'll post pictures of my quilts someday.

Working. Yep. Back to that. I love it, but it's freaking exhausting.

Traveling here and there. Still haven't written about California.

Taking some cute pictures of babies and nieces and nephews.

New hair. It's short, and I love it. Well, not too short, but in the last four months, I've cut off 8-9 inches.

I was going to paint my piano. I tried the bench first. Hated it.  Rethinking that plan. 

Saw the movie Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close. Go see it now. Or rent it.  Some of my favorite quotes from the movie (some from the book, too, which I'm reading):

“Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I'm not living.” 

“You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness.” 

“I like to see people reunited, I like to see people run to each other, I like the kissing and the crying, I like the impatience, the stories that the mouth can't tell fast enough, the ears that aren't big enough, the eyes that can't take in all of the change, I like the hugging, the bringing together, the end of missing someone.” 

Anyway, anyway. Here are some pictures of kids I've been hanging out with (and practicing my photography skills with)  and quilts I've finished. Some of these are from awhile ago, but I'm not sure I posted them. I've been machine quilting the tops of all my quilts, and I love it. It's a lot of work, and I'll probably get carpal tunnel, but it's rewarding. 

The end for now.

Free

Free at last.

This last nine weeks has been the hardest time ever. Work has been draining the life out of me.

I'm so glad I have a break. Three weeks of no work. And that is why I keep this job. 

Wicked

I've been wanting to see the broadway musical Wicked forever.  FOR-Ev-ER! I finally just decided I was going to make it happen. So, when I knew that I would probably be going to visit the Fifield family in December, I called my sister Kristin to see if she wanted to go along. Of course she did! I think Kristin is pretty much my musical buddy. In 2010, we went to see The Lion King.  Anyway.

Kristin and I went to dinner at Olive Garden before the show and enjoyed their delicious soup, salad, and breadsticks. We also picked up some new socks across the street while we were waiting because who doesn't love new socks?! 

We drove to downtown Hollywood to the Pantages Theater.  I just have to say that Hollywood looks much more exciting at night! We were there a few months ago during the day, and it was just dirty and a little scary looking.  At night? Bright flashing lights, people dressed up, excitement in the air.  Wow. This is probably more true to what some people see in the movies or think of Hollywood.

We had pretty good seats, and we also had caramel popcorn, so I don't know how it could be much better.  The show was absolutely wonderful! My eyes were dying from lack of blinking because I couldn't take my eyes off of the show.  At intermission, I told my sis that I'd be happy if I had to leave now (not that I wanted to!). I'd listened to the music before, but seeing the whole show brought the rest of the story. I just loved it. I laughed and cried, and I hope to be able to see it again sometime in the future.  It was Wicked!

Missing

To be super short . . . .

One of my best friends growing up died this last weekend. For the longest time growing up, he was the peanut butter to my jelly. Just trust me on this one. I think that only a few people really understood our connection. That phone call from my sister took my breath away.

I am heart-broken. Even though I've only seen him a few times over the last few years, I miss his face. I think that we were soul mates, not the married kind, but definitely the connected kind.  In my heart, I think that when I get to the other side, he'll be one of the people that's there waiting.

Danny just had a love for life and his smile could light up a room. He was always fearless and adventurous. Whenever we did anything the slightest bit scary, daring, or crazy, he was behind it. He was the life of the party, and yet was a kind, caring, thoughtful, and gentle soul. Many years of my journals are filled with the silly things we did almost every day. Games, movies, puzzles, Lake Powell, dances, and just hiking up the canyon or around town. But mostly, we talked. About everything. He was a great listener and always had something to say. Always. For awhile there, we were pretty connected.

Walking into his viewing was the hardest thing I think I've had to do. Ever.  I felt so alone in my grief. I thought I'd be okay, but as soon as I got out of the car, loss hit me like a train. I was sobbing. (Grown woman sobbing. I'm positive it wasn't pretty.) I had to walk around the block before I could even go up the steps.  Seeing, hugging, and talking with his family was comforting but I couldn't get myself together at all.   The family prayer, funeral, and burial was more of the same. I just can't help but wear my emotions on my sleeve. It's just part of who I am.  I was grateful most of my family could be there too. I know they were sad also. Most of my feelings are in my private blog (You didn't know I had one, did you?! Surprise!), and that's where they will stay. Even though I have an eternal perspective, today, I am human. And I'm grieving a life lost. Suffice it to say, burying one of my dearest friends was and still is hard to endure.

The day after the funeral, I was sitting at the table with my nephew, Dante, making play dough cookies.  Nobody else was around, and I was just kind of lost in my thoughts as he was playing.  He said to me, "Michelle. Grandma told me that your friend died and it makes you really sad. I'm sorry."  I told him that it was true, and I was sad, but that it was okay.  Looking back, it would have been a wonderful time to talk with him more, but I just wasn't in the frame of mind. What a cute little guy--so sensitive to the feelings of others around him--who is so willing to tell it how it is.  I'd been trying to hide my sadness from them, and to have a three year old say that just touches my heart.  Love that kid.

I spent many hours the next day with Danny's family. Talking, laughing, reliving old memories, and catching up on life. It was good for my soul.  It was as if things had never changed; their family is my family. I think when you can not see someone for awhile, but it's like nothing has changed, that's something special.  They talked about how special our relationship always was and how much we meant to each other. In their grief, they opened their arms to me, saw my own grief, and gave me comfort. I'll definitely be stopping by more often.  I love them a lot.

Danny, I'll be missing you.

Daniel Dale Jenkins   Aug. 23-1982---Feb. 4, 2012

"We're meant to lose the people we love. How else would we know how important they are to us?"---from Benjamin Button

Jenni's Visit

At the first of December, Jenni and the kids came up for a visit over the weekend.  We went swimming to the Clearfield Aquatic Center, made dinner and some fun treats, did some stuff at school, and had a good time. Here are some pictures!

Corbin was so proud of himself for being able to reach that shelf. He knocked over the picture
frame and then tried to put it back.  He was really cute about it. 

Making cookies.

Best cookies ever. And making them was pretty fun and messy, too.

Tired after swimming!

After 3 or 4 bites he said, "Oh, I remember I don't like this."