Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Grandma's House and Cabin Part 1
Monday, January 11, 2010
Wedding and Reception
(All of the next 2,000 pictures will be backwards because of the way they uploaded, so if you want to head to the bottom of this post, feel free...I'm certainly not copying and pasting every single picture in the right order.)
Having said that, as we sat around waiting for our food, we discussed one of my only remaining phobias--hair. Lately, I've been on the receiving end of hair attacks! Only days before our Utah trip, I found a hair at the bottom of my salad at the "Melting Pot." Also, I was served another plate of food with a piece of hair from a good friend. Furthermore, mere minutes before arriving at Wingers, I was quite literally attacked by a 6-foot braided pony tail that wrapped around my person, causing internal panic and physical paralization. Okay, perhaps I'm slightly dramatic, but hair is NASTY.
Anywho, to tie this all together, sure enough, when the waitress came to deliver my food, I spotted a hair on my crispers. Yes, I know, the plate didn't even touch the table before I saw it. It's not because I wanted some sort of free or perfect meal. All I ask is for the bare minimum of sanitation. I almost lost my appetite. That, coupled with the waitress placing an entire pitcher of water in front of.....Kavella, served to make our Wingers experience unique. No, I didn't get a free meal, and they probably just pulled the hair off and returned the same chicken crispers to my table. Who knows.
I hope you all enjoy the next five posts because after this whole Utah trip, it's back to Kavella blog!
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Funny How Things Change....
As we enter into this new year, let us reflect a moment on how things were. No, not the obvious modifications of life such as lack of leisurely time, increases in financial responsibilities and alterations in social behavior that comes with growing up. We're talking about specific instances, which only reveal themselves once a person has endured, experienced and reflected on them. Although seemingly small, each of the subsequent examples prove an important piece of the "growing old" puzzle.
The anticipation of Christmas as a child is unmatched. Each day begins with a countdown of the hours--until that glorious moment when all the year's dreams come true. What will I get? Will I see Santa? Will it be the exact color, size, brand, toy (or any of the millions of other adjectives associated with an item) I wanted? Don't even get me started on Christmas Eve--what an unbearable night of curiosity, excitement and self-control. Finally, at seven in the morning, the culmination of an entire year's worth of good behavior is met with reward! Although a few disappointments have been endured, for the most part, Christmas was always the best day of the year!
Imagine my surprise, just this year, when I was awakened by the sound of Colleen tapping on the window...at 7:00 am....in order to open our presents. No, there weren't any kids. Just my adult siblings and parents. Really, 7:00? Now, I'm not insinuating that Christmas isn't a magical time, filled with family, service and love for our Savior. It has, however, developed into something.....well, different. I surely didn't call ALL my friends to inform them of my bounty and question their loot. I didn't play outside ALL day long with the toys that Santa delivered (only to abandon them shortly after the new year). I didn't devour the contents of my stocking before noon and I certainly didn't fall into a solid slumber in the early afternoon, content with my goodies and eager to show off my new gear at school the following week. No, none of that occurred. What DID occur was a greater appreciation for my family, a better understanding of Christmas traditions and their meanings, an increased joy of giving and profound respect for my Savior's sacrifice for me. What was once a tally of presents received has morphed into gratitude for my blessings and family. Funny how things change.....
Another experience that changed from when I was younger is running errands. Last week, I went to the grocery store in an effort to retrieve a weekend's worth of food. Ricky and Morgan were due to visit and I wanted to be prepared! Much to my chagrin, Albertsons was lacking a few of the key ingredients I needed. Ugh. In my younger years, I wouldn't have been annoyed in the least--what did I care? I mean, I could crank up my radio and enjoy the ride (I wasn't paying for gas and my time was my own!). Now, however, I found myself irked by the fact that I had to load up all my groceries, buckle Kavella in, drive across town (gas money), unpack Kavella (time) and search in a different grocery store for the missing ingredient. That's so weird how I wouldn't just enjoy the time and ability that I have to do such a task, huh? It's interesting how my focus went from enjoying music, driving and socializing to worrying about spending more money, using more time and exerting more energy. I should work on that. Funny how things change....
Last, when we were kids, my brothers and sisters and I used to love going to arcades with my dad! There was one in Tulsa that afforded all the usual token-eating fun--skeeball, mini basketball, horse races, Wheel of Fortune, car races, etc. Even though the manner of currency has changed (to preloaded cards, which suites me well considering how disgusting those tokens made your hands smell), the rides have remained relatively the same. Having received a bunch of "tokens" from Dustin's work, Ricky, Morgan and I trekked down to Dave and Busters for an evening of adult arcades! For the first time in my life, I didn't worry or even think about how many games I could play, tokens I had left or time I had to use them! As a kid, we would keep careful track of how many tokens we had left. "Hmmm, is this game really worth 4 tokens?" we'd wonder. Beyond that, we'd map out the entire room, the quality of each game, the cost of each game and calculate the allotted time in which to expend our glorious tokens. It was a science that could only be mastered with generosity from our Dad, wisdom of my older siblings and word-of-mouth affirmations of the quality of each game. The disappointment of a wasted token was almost unbearable. At Dave and Busters, we went on ANY game we wanted to, played each game multiple times, spent a goodly amount of time in the gift shop and never once thought about tokens or time! It was quite enjoyable! Funny how things change....
The anticipation of Christmas as a child is unmatched. Each day begins with a countdown of the hours--until that glorious moment when all the year's dreams come true. What will I get? Will I see Santa? Will it be the exact color, size, brand, toy (or any of the millions of other adjectives associated with an item) I wanted? Don't even get me started on Christmas Eve--what an unbearable night of curiosity, excitement and self-control. Finally, at seven in the morning, the culmination of an entire year's worth of good behavior is met with reward! Although a few disappointments have been endured, for the most part, Christmas was always the best day of the year!
Imagine my surprise, just this year, when I was awakened by the sound of Colleen tapping on the window...at 7:00 am....in order to open our presents. No, there weren't any kids. Just my adult siblings and parents. Really, 7:00? Now, I'm not insinuating that Christmas isn't a magical time, filled with family, service and love for our Savior. It has, however, developed into something.....well, different. I surely didn't call ALL my friends to inform them of my bounty and question their loot. I didn't play outside ALL day long with the toys that Santa delivered (only to abandon them shortly after the new year). I didn't devour the contents of my stocking before noon and I certainly didn't fall into a solid slumber in the early afternoon, content with my goodies and eager to show off my new gear at school the following week. No, none of that occurred. What DID occur was a greater appreciation for my family, a better understanding of Christmas traditions and their meanings, an increased joy of giving and profound respect for my Savior's sacrifice for me. What was once a tally of presents received has morphed into gratitude for my blessings and family. Funny how things change.....
Another experience that changed from when I was younger is running errands. Last week, I went to the grocery store in an effort to retrieve a weekend's worth of food. Ricky and Morgan were due to visit and I wanted to be prepared! Much to my chagrin, Albertsons was lacking a few of the key ingredients I needed. Ugh. In my younger years, I wouldn't have been annoyed in the least--what did I care? I mean, I could crank up my radio and enjoy the ride (I wasn't paying for gas and my time was my own!). Now, however, I found myself irked by the fact that I had to load up all my groceries, buckle Kavella in, drive across town (gas money), unpack Kavella (time) and search in a different grocery store for the missing ingredient. That's so weird how I wouldn't just enjoy the time and ability that I have to do such a task, huh? It's interesting how my focus went from enjoying music, driving and socializing to worrying about spending more money, using more time and exerting more energy. I should work on that. Funny how things change....
Last, when we were kids, my brothers and sisters and I used to love going to arcades with my dad! There was one in Tulsa that afforded all the usual token-eating fun--skeeball, mini basketball, horse races, Wheel of Fortune, car races, etc. Even though the manner of currency has changed (to preloaded cards, which suites me well considering how disgusting those tokens made your hands smell), the rides have remained relatively the same. Having received a bunch of "tokens" from Dustin's work, Ricky, Morgan and I trekked down to Dave and Busters for an evening of adult arcades! For the first time in my life, I didn't worry or even think about how many games I could play, tokens I had left or time I had to use them! As a kid, we would keep careful track of how many tokens we had left. "Hmmm, is this game really worth 4 tokens?" we'd wonder. Beyond that, we'd map out the entire room, the quality of each game, the cost of each game and calculate the allotted time in which to expend our glorious tokens. It was a science that could only be mastered with generosity from our Dad, wisdom of my older siblings and word-of-mouth affirmations of the quality of each game. The disappointment of a wasted token was almost unbearable. At Dave and Busters, we went on ANY game we wanted to, played each game multiple times, spent a goodly amount of time in the gift shop and never once thought about tokens or time! It was quite enjoyable! Funny how things change....
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