Monday, February 27, 2012

Channeling Our Inner White Trash

Sometimes it’s just fun to go somewhere you wouldn’t normally go to do something you wouldn’t normally do just for the experience, which is what we did last weekend.  The kids loved hearing the roar of the engines and seeing the monster trucks fly into the air at this year’s Monster Truck Jam


“Grave Digger” was one of the kids’ favorites to watch.  Wyatt is now a fan.  He cheered his little heart out because he wanted to win a t-shirt. 


I have to admit it was kind of fun attending an event where washing my hair first would have been a vast waste of time. 


Thursday, February 23, 2012

Go Jazz Go!

My “seat snob” husband has definitely spoiled me.  Because of him, I have become accustomed to great seats at any event we go to.  We both agreed that sitting in the upper bowl gave us both vertigo, but it was all in the name of sacrifice so we could take our family to see the Jazz and the Spurs go head to head for family night.  Matti learned that she needed to wait until the other team had the ball to yell “de-fense”.  Although the Jazz lost by 3 and the kids never received a few seconds of fame on the jumbo screen from holding up their posters, the night was a huge success.  They enjoyed the cheering, hot dogs and soda so much, they suggested to us that we go every year.  It looks like we have found ourselves a new family tradition!  


Thursday, February 16, 2012


So do you have that one friend that you can’t ever remember not being friends with?   I do.  This is Tiff.  She and I have been best friends since we were toddlers.  My mom and her grandma were also best friends.  We both even moved away for a year in first grade and ended up at the same elementary school!  What are the odds of that happening?  When she was 14, she moved to California, but the distance didn’t stop our friendship! 

Here we are on our baptism day on November 2, 1985.  I can’t believe I still remember the date 27 years later!


My mom let me fly out to Cali at the end of my senior year.  I was only 17.   Tiff and I toured Alcatraz and Pier 39 in San Francisco all by ourselves and hit the beach in Santa Cruz. 


We lost touch for a few years (my fault because of all my life-changes), but picked up right where we left off when she and her hubby brought their 4 kiddos to visit Christmas 2010.


I had one of the best Christmas presents so far this year when Justin surprised me with a plane ticket to see Tiff.  He had contacted her, unbeknownst to me, planned a whole weekend visit and she was in on the surprise.  We hung out, ate out, talked non-stop all while visiting the Oakland Temple, Santa Cruz and San Francisco (for old times sake) and Monterey Bay.  I enjoyed being a part of her family life and seeing her beautiful children.