One of the favorite things about my marriage is that almost each night we ask each other if we have confessions. These are not heavy, "I have a secret credit card and we're in financial ruin" type of confessions. They are cooky, random and usually funny. Here a few favorites.
-When we were first married, I got really sick and thought I was running a fever. I went to the drug store and bought a thermometer and some plastic thermometer covers. I got home and took my temp. Nathan saw the plastic covers and was very interested. He wanted to take his temperature too. I said he shouldn't waste those covers.
A few nights later he confessed... he'd taken his temperature, WITH the plastic covers. Not once, not twice , but THREE times.
- Both of us confessed that we were secretly buying candy bars at work/school. Not that either one of us would have been upset by the other buying candy bars, I guess we just both felt guilty of it. We even made sure the wrappers were hidden from each other :)
- One of us confessed to crying, kind of a lot, at the end of the movie Legends of the Fall for some strange reason.
- One of us confessed to having a dream to one day wrestle a bear.
- One of us confessed to having a favorite student at school (I guess that gave it away who it was) :)
- One of us confessed to using the last of the milk in the morning before work and NOT caring that the other wouldn't have any for their breakfast.
- One of us confessed for being responsible for the foul odor that came out of nowhere earlier that day...
- One of us confessed that we wished that we could call our dogs while we're away on vacation to see how they are doing
Anyone have any confessions they want to get out there??
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Monday, April 6, 2009
Cookin with fire
*This is a story from my college days. I wasn't feeling inspired to write anything of my recent life*
The day was just like any other. I'd gone to my classes at UT, studied and then made my way home. That night I decided I was going to make chicken parmesan. My roommate was upstairs studying for some important tests and interviews that were coming up. I thought maybe the smell of some good dinner would force her to come downstairs and take a study break with me.
After I put the chicken into the oven, I stayed nearby and read a book. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a flash. I glanced at the oven and noticed... it was on fire! Well , what it really was was that the coil that heats in the oven was sparking and on fire. I froze. Was this really happening?? I ran over and turned off the oven. Nothing happened. The coil was still sparking and my poor chicken parmesan was, I was realizing, never going to be enjoyed.
All the lessons you learn about safety as you grow up somehow just boiled down to "call 911". So I did. The call went something like this:
Operator: 911 emergency, what is your emergency?
me: (thoughts in my head. "My chicken's on fire!" "My dinner needs saving!" ) Hi, um, I don't know if this is really an emergency but the coil inside my oven is on fire... I was trying to cook my dinner. It just happened. It wasn't my fault...
Op: I'll transfer you to the fire department
FireMan: Fire department what's your emergency
me: Hi, I don't think this is an emergency but my coil is on fire.
FM: Your what?
me: oh, uh ,the coil that heats up inside the oven. It's on fire.
FM: Have you turned the oven off?
me: yes sir
FM: alright. I'll send someone over
me: um, ok, but like I said I don't think it's really an emergency, I just wasn't sure what to do. I was trying to cook dinner and it just happened.
FM: (chuckles) No problem. We'll send someone over to check it out
me: ok thanks
I hung up and at that point paced around. I decided I should probably go tell my roommate that some fire men were coming over. On the other hand, she was really busy. I'll just tell her later about it all.... All of a sudden, sirens. LOUD sirens.
"oh crap" I thought. "They didn't need to turn on the sirens!" I ran out to the balcony and sure enough, there was the fire truck complete with sirens, lights, and firemen hanging on it. I thought I'd made it clear this was no emergency.
I decided I'd better go out the front door and guide them to the right place before they banged in someone elses door.
A gaggle of firemen in full dress, and yes don't worry- carrying AXES, ran up the stairs to my apartment and in a minute were in my kitchen. I showed them the problem area and they agreed it was a problem. They pulled the oven away from the wall and unplugged it to see if that'd help.
I explained what had happened leading up to the fire. One fireman asked what I'd be been trying to cook. "Chicken parmesan", I said defeatedly, "I was really looking forward to it." He chuckled. Then he said I'd done the right thing to call the fire department.
They busied themselves in the kitchen and I remembered that I had a roommate upstairs who still didn't know what was going on. I ran up the stairs to go tell her, but half way there I thought that I shouldn't bother her. I'd just tell her later. So I went back down the stairs. Then I thought she would probably like to know and wouldn't mind being bothered. So I went back up. Then I felt embarrased that it had taken me this long to tell her. So I went back down.
At that point the firemen said things were looking better. One said he'd like to check the smoke detectors to make sure they were in good working order. I absent mindedly told him "oh sure, it's just at the top of the stairs."
At that same moment my roommate,Sarah, realized there were a bunch of guys' voices downstairs and thought that I must have had some gentlemen friends over. It was at this point that she thought she should take a study break and come downstairs to meet our house visitors.
Sarah took about a step down the stairs and came face to face with a fully uniformed fireman. I heard her yelp. Then I heard "Uh, Janae?"
I ran up the stairs and tried to pretend like this was all perfectly normal, she had no need to worry. I'd taken care of everything. She didn't buy it.She and I came down the stairs and she saw even more firemen. I had to explain everything. I went through the whole saga. At the end of it, she laughed at me and said that I should have just told her. She concluded with "I mean, you really didn't have to call the FIRE DEPARTMENT."
At the same time all six firemen, in unison, said, "She did the right thing!" Well that cleared up any doubts she or I had had about calling them. After everything was checked out and deemed safe (my chicken didn't pass inspection) the firemen left. We thanked them for coming. I promised I'd never cook again. I shut the door and noticed a huge fireman's axe right by our door.
As if I didn't feel ridiculous enough for the evening I picked up the axe and ran outside and yelled "You forgot your axe!" The forgetful fireman came up and took his axe. No doubt thinking that a lady who couldn't handle her own chicken parmesan, had no business with an axe!
We said goodbye again. I went back inside and laughed and laughed with my roommate. I think I ended up eating cereal that night.
EPILOUGE
Since this fiasco I have made this same dish again. The next time I made it was after I got married. In fact it was the day that Nathan and I got our first puppy, Kya. I threw it up. That was the end of my chicken parmesean making.
My roommate Sarah survived the shock of her life and continued to live with me a few more months until she graduated from the business school. She's been very successful in her career and I just found out that she is getting ready to go to Stanford for her MBA.
No one was hurt during the course of this fiasco,chickens or otherwise.
The day was just like any other. I'd gone to my classes at UT, studied and then made my way home. That night I decided I was going to make chicken parmesan. My roommate was upstairs studying for some important tests and interviews that were coming up. I thought maybe the smell of some good dinner would force her to come downstairs and take a study break with me.
After I put the chicken into the oven, I stayed nearby and read a book. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a flash. I glanced at the oven and noticed... it was on fire! Well , what it really was was that the coil that heats in the oven was sparking and on fire. I froze. Was this really happening?? I ran over and turned off the oven. Nothing happened. The coil was still sparking and my poor chicken parmesan was, I was realizing, never going to be enjoyed.
All the lessons you learn about safety as you grow up somehow just boiled down to "call 911". So I did. The call went something like this:
Operator: 911 emergency, what is your emergency?
me: (thoughts in my head. "My chicken's on fire!" "My dinner needs saving!" ) Hi, um, I don't know if this is really an emergency but the coil inside my oven is on fire... I was trying to cook my dinner. It just happened. It wasn't my fault...
Op: I'll transfer you to the fire department
FireMan: Fire department what's your emergency
me: Hi, I don't think this is an emergency but my coil is on fire.
FM: Your what?
me: oh, uh ,the coil that heats up inside the oven. It's on fire.
FM: Have you turned the oven off?
me: yes sir
FM: alright. I'll send someone over
me: um, ok, but like I said I don't think it's really an emergency, I just wasn't sure what to do. I was trying to cook dinner and it just happened.
FM: (chuckles) No problem. We'll send someone over to check it out
me: ok thanks
I hung up and at that point paced around. I decided I should probably go tell my roommate that some fire men were coming over. On the other hand, she was really busy. I'll just tell her later about it all.... All of a sudden, sirens. LOUD sirens.
"oh crap" I thought. "They didn't need to turn on the sirens!" I ran out to the balcony and sure enough, there was the fire truck complete with sirens, lights, and firemen hanging on it. I thought I'd made it clear this was no emergency.
I decided I'd better go out the front door and guide them to the right place before they banged in someone elses door.
A gaggle of firemen in full dress, and yes don't worry- carrying AXES, ran up the stairs to my apartment and in a minute were in my kitchen. I showed them the problem area and they agreed it was a problem. They pulled the oven away from the wall and unplugged it to see if that'd help.
I explained what had happened leading up to the fire. One fireman asked what I'd be been trying to cook. "Chicken parmesan", I said defeatedly, "I was really looking forward to it." He chuckled. Then he said I'd done the right thing to call the fire department.
They busied themselves in the kitchen and I remembered that I had a roommate upstairs who still didn't know what was going on. I ran up the stairs to go tell her, but half way there I thought that I shouldn't bother her. I'd just tell her later. So I went back down the stairs. Then I thought she would probably like to know and wouldn't mind being bothered. So I went back up. Then I felt embarrased that it had taken me this long to tell her. So I went back down.
At that point the firemen said things were looking better. One said he'd like to check the smoke detectors to make sure they were in good working order. I absent mindedly told him "oh sure, it's just at the top of the stairs."
At that same moment my roommate,Sarah, realized there were a bunch of guys' voices downstairs and thought that I must have had some gentlemen friends over. It was at this point that she thought she should take a study break and come downstairs to meet our house visitors.
Sarah took about a step down the stairs and came face to face with a fully uniformed fireman. I heard her yelp. Then I heard "Uh, Janae?"
I ran up the stairs and tried to pretend like this was all perfectly normal, she had no need to worry. I'd taken care of everything. She didn't buy it.She and I came down the stairs and she saw even more firemen. I had to explain everything. I went through the whole saga. At the end of it, she laughed at me and said that I should have just told her. She concluded with "I mean, you really didn't have to call the FIRE DEPARTMENT."
At the same time all six firemen, in unison, said, "She did the right thing!" Well that cleared up any doubts she or I had had about calling them. After everything was checked out and deemed safe (my chicken didn't pass inspection) the firemen left. We thanked them for coming. I promised I'd never cook again. I shut the door and noticed a huge fireman's axe right by our door.
As if I didn't feel ridiculous enough for the evening I picked up the axe and ran outside and yelled "You forgot your axe!" The forgetful fireman came up and took his axe. No doubt thinking that a lady who couldn't handle her own chicken parmesan, had no business with an axe!
We said goodbye again. I went back inside and laughed and laughed with my roommate. I think I ended up eating cereal that night.
EPILOUGE
Since this fiasco I have made this same dish again. The next time I made it was after I got married. In fact it was the day that Nathan and I got our first puppy, Kya. I threw it up. That was the end of my chicken parmesean making.
My roommate Sarah survived the shock of her life and continued to live with me a few more months until she graduated from the business school. She's been very successful in her career and I just found out that she is getting ready to go to Stanford for her MBA.
No one was hurt during the course of this fiasco,chickens or otherwise.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Janae and the terrible horrible no good very bad morning.
-Woke up with a headache.
-I couldn't decide what to wear to church. It took forever but I finally got something on.
-Felt very bad in the car on the way to church. The sunglight seemed to hurt my eyes very much and then I felt dizzy.
-Late for church.
-Parked our car somewhat close to the other car next to it. So, when I had to squeeze between the two cars my blouse button got stuck on sideview mirror and ripped off. I'm now missing a button.
-Bent down to pick up said button and in the process rubbed against the side of the car. Skirt is now dirty.
-Made it through sacrament meeting. Then I went home. Some days you just need to.
-I couldn't decide what to wear to church. It took forever but I finally got something on.
-Felt very bad in the car on the way to church. The sunglight seemed to hurt my eyes very much and then I felt dizzy.
-Late for church.
-Parked our car somewhat close to the other car next to it. So, when I had to squeeze between the two cars my blouse button got stuck on sideview mirror and ripped off. I'm now missing a button.
-Bent down to pick up said button and in the process rubbed against the side of the car. Skirt is now dirty.
-Made it through sacrament meeting. Then I went home. Some days you just need to.
Miranda Rights
Have you ever been awakened by a phone call? Has it ever been a phone call from the police? Well I have. But before I get into that let's back track just a bit.
Just over a month ago, I got a terrible message on my phone. It was just after the kids had left school for the day so I finally had some time to myself.
I checked my phone messages and this is what I heard. "Hi this is Julie. I just found your dog Pepper on Manchac. I'm taking her to my groomer's who has a kennel so she'll be safe. Give me a call." I was instantly terrified and immensely grateful at the same time. On the one hand this nice lady had seen my dog on a VERY busy street about a half mile from our home and taken her to a safe place. On the other hand there was no mention of Kya and where she was.
I ran out of my classroom to the car and headed home. I called Julie and thanked her profusely for saving my dog. I found out where the groomer was located and said I'd head over there ASAP. But first I had to know about Kya. My entire drive home I was looking on the side of the road, hoping that I wouldn't see what was once my dog. I called Nathan who was at work, who called a friend who was not at work to help me look for her.
I finally got home, ran to the backyard and yelled for Kya. Nothing. I yelled again, choking back the tears... and then heard the sound of running- in the neighbor's yard. There was Kya running up onto the deck in the yard next to me. We made eye contact and at the same moment we both ran. She to the side of the fence, and I to get her out of the neighbor's yard and back home.
What happened was this. The two dogs had found a weak board in our other neighbor's yard and got in there. Nathan and I suspect very strongly that that neighbor "excused" our dogs from his yard without any concern (or conscience). My other neighbor, Vicky, happened to be driving on Manchac when she saw a dog that looked very much like ours get into a car. As she turned on our street she saw Kya by the mail boxes and knew right away they had escaped. Being a nice lady, she hollered for Kya to follow her home... which she did.
Nathan and I fixed up the fence as best as we could. We thought it was full proof. We were wrong. This is where the phone call comes in. It's 1 a.m. and my phone rings. I'm so disoriented and confused, I don't answer it. As I laid back down on my pillow I thought I had seen a light coming in our window (which faces the backyard). I must be dreaming. A minute later there it was again. A BRIGHT light that permeated our entire bedroom.
We were both out of bed in a split second. As Nathan turned on the bedroom light, I peeked out of the blinds. "Your dogs are over here." Shouted a voice. We went out to the deck and got the whole story. Kya and Pepper found another weak board. This time it was into the neighbor's yard we back up to. All the poor woman who lives there heard was what sounded like an intruder. Of course she called the police. The APD headquarters tracked us down and that is who had called my phone. After we went and picked up the dogs I checked the message. "This is the Austin Police Dept. The police have found your dog Pepper."
Yes, the two officers who responded to our neighbor's call laughed at us. But it could be worse. At least our dogs are back with us and not in the slammer.
Just over a month ago, I got a terrible message on my phone. It was just after the kids had left school for the day so I finally had some time to myself.
I checked my phone messages and this is what I heard. "Hi this is Julie. I just found your dog Pepper on Manchac. I'm taking her to my groomer's who has a kennel so she'll be safe. Give me a call." I was instantly terrified and immensely grateful at the same time. On the one hand this nice lady had seen my dog on a VERY busy street about a half mile from our home and taken her to a safe place. On the other hand there was no mention of Kya and where she was.
I ran out of my classroom to the car and headed home. I called Julie and thanked her profusely for saving my dog. I found out where the groomer was located and said I'd head over there ASAP. But first I had to know about Kya. My entire drive home I was looking on the side of the road, hoping that I wouldn't see what was once my dog. I called Nathan who was at work, who called a friend who was not at work to help me look for her.
I finally got home, ran to the backyard and yelled for Kya. Nothing. I yelled again, choking back the tears... and then heard the sound of running- in the neighbor's yard. There was Kya running up onto the deck in the yard next to me. We made eye contact and at the same moment we both ran. She to the side of the fence, and I to get her out of the neighbor's yard and back home.
What happened was this. The two dogs had found a weak board in our other neighbor's yard and got in there. Nathan and I suspect very strongly that that neighbor "excused" our dogs from his yard without any concern (or conscience). My other neighbor, Vicky, happened to be driving on Manchac when she saw a dog that looked very much like ours get into a car. As she turned on our street she saw Kya by the mail boxes and knew right away they had escaped. Being a nice lady, she hollered for Kya to follow her home... which she did.
Nathan and I fixed up the fence as best as we could. We thought it was full proof. We were wrong. This is where the phone call comes in. It's 1 a.m. and my phone rings. I'm so disoriented and confused, I don't answer it. As I laid back down on my pillow I thought I had seen a light coming in our window (which faces the backyard). I must be dreaming. A minute later there it was again. A BRIGHT light that permeated our entire bedroom.
We were both out of bed in a split second. As Nathan turned on the bedroom light, I peeked out of the blinds. "Your dogs are over here." Shouted a voice. We went out to the deck and got the whole story. Kya and Pepper found another weak board. This time it was into the neighbor's yard we back up to. All the poor woman who lives there heard was what sounded like an intruder. Of course she called the police. The APD headquarters tracked us down and that is who had called my phone. After we went and picked up the dogs I checked the message. "This is the Austin Police Dept. The police have found your dog Pepper."
Yes, the two officers who responded to our neighbor's call laughed at us. But it could be worse. At least our dogs are back with us and not in the slammer.
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Time on my hands
Alot of you have probably seen this on my facebook profile already, but in case you haven't here is my first video editing attempt.
Sunday, November 9, 2008
"Obama doesn't do drugs"
Back at the start of October I mentioned to Nathan that we had better hurry up and register to vote. Since the last election,I've gotten married,changed my name and moved. Nathan informed me that he had already looked in to it, and we had missed the deadline by just a few days. I felt terrible.
I had voted for John Kerry four years ago as a college student. I remember paying a little bit of attention to the debates and trying my best (at the time) to make what I thought was the right decision... I wish more people had agreed with my presidential pick. Oh well.
This election I watched every debate. If I missed it, I would watch it on youtube. I was one of those "undecideds". Initially I thought for sure I'd vote for the Democratic nominee (whoever that turned out to be). As the candidates were chosen, I felt sure I would be voting for "change [I] can believe in." As time passed however, my surety started to erode. I don't care to go into any detail about the reasons why, as I don't really care to hear anyone else's opinions or rebuttals on the matters.
Election day finally arrived. I was still bummed that I couldn't vote but I'd already gotten over most of the disappointment. However, as my students repeatedly asked me who I was voting for, I felt like a total fraud. Here I am, educating and setting the example for our country's future voters- and I'm not voting. I slyly maneuvered my way out of their interrogation by shifting the focus to who they would vote for.
I had the class close their eyes. Then by show of hands they indicated their choice for president. Obama won by a landslide. I did not reveal the results of our impromptu election. However we did discuss the pros and cons that each candidate had.
Pros for Obama: He is a nice guy. He cares about people. He doesn't do drugs. (???)
Cons for Obama: He is not a nice guy. He hangs out with evil people.
Pros for McCain: He cares about people. He is a nice guy. He is a hero.
Cons for McCain: He only cares about rich people. He wants to have a war forever.
(It was so interesting to hear how these 9 year olds digest the information they hear from their parents)
Well I ended our little discussion by threatening them. :) I pointed out to them that during our talk about pros and cons each of them prefaced their opinions by saying "Well I've heard that..." I told them that if I ever run into them when I'm an old lady and they are voting based on who their friends are voting for, I would whack them on the head. They enjoyed that. Not to mention, when I said the part about me being a little old lady they said "eww". I don't know how I feel about that.
Anyway I finally made it home. I turned on the t.v. Oprah was on. She was doing a pre-election special. The part that I saw featured several new citizens of the U.S. talking about what a tremendous feeling it was to be able to vote for the first time ever in their lives. It went on and on, and as it did I felt worse and worse about not being able to have a say in the election.
If there is one thing I've learned in life, it's that when you are feeling bad, work to see if you can change what is making you feel bad. So I got online and went to the county voter's registration site. Then I made a phone call to the office (only 20mins before they closed for the day.) I explained how I had voted in Travis county four years ago but that since then I lived in a different house with a new name. She informed me that all I had to do was take proof of my name change to the precinct I had voted in last time. What?? Are you telling me I CAN actually vote? I jumped in the car and went on my way. When I got there- an hour and a half before the polls were to close- they didn't even ask to see my name change documents. I was so glad that I had double checked my ability to vote!
And I'm pretty sure that the guy I voted for doesn't do drugs either. :)
I had voted for John Kerry four years ago as a college student. I remember paying a little bit of attention to the debates and trying my best (at the time) to make what I thought was the right decision... I wish more people had agreed with my presidential pick. Oh well.
This election I watched every debate. If I missed it, I would watch it on youtube. I was one of those "undecideds". Initially I thought for sure I'd vote for the Democratic nominee (whoever that turned out to be). As the candidates were chosen, I felt sure I would be voting for "change [I] can believe in." As time passed however, my surety started to erode. I don't care to go into any detail about the reasons why, as I don't really care to hear anyone else's opinions or rebuttals on the matters.
Election day finally arrived. I was still bummed that I couldn't vote but I'd already gotten over most of the disappointment. However, as my students repeatedly asked me who I was voting for, I felt like a total fraud. Here I am, educating and setting the example for our country's future voters- and I'm not voting. I slyly maneuvered my way out of their interrogation by shifting the focus to who they would vote for.
I had the class close their eyes. Then by show of hands they indicated their choice for president. Obama won by a landslide. I did not reveal the results of our impromptu election. However we did discuss the pros and cons that each candidate had.
Pros for Obama: He is a nice guy. He cares about people. He doesn't do drugs. (???)
Cons for Obama: He is not a nice guy. He hangs out with evil people.
Pros for McCain: He cares about people. He is a nice guy. He is a hero.
Cons for McCain: He only cares about rich people. He wants to have a war forever.
(It was so interesting to hear how these 9 year olds digest the information they hear from their parents)
Well I ended our little discussion by threatening them. :) I pointed out to them that during our talk about pros and cons each of them prefaced their opinions by saying "Well I've heard that..." I told them that if I ever run into them when I'm an old lady and they are voting based on who their friends are voting for, I would whack them on the head. They enjoyed that. Not to mention, when I said the part about me being a little old lady they said "eww". I don't know how I feel about that.
Anyway I finally made it home. I turned on the t.v. Oprah was on. She was doing a pre-election special. The part that I saw featured several new citizens of the U.S. talking about what a tremendous feeling it was to be able to vote for the first time ever in their lives. It went on and on, and as it did I felt worse and worse about not being able to have a say in the election.
If there is one thing I've learned in life, it's that when you are feeling bad, work to see if you can change what is making you feel bad. So I got online and went to the county voter's registration site. Then I made a phone call to the office (only 20mins before they closed for the day.) I explained how I had voted in Travis county four years ago but that since then I lived in a different house with a new name. She informed me that all I had to do was take proof of my name change to the precinct I had voted in last time. What?? Are you telling me I CAN actually vote? I jumped in the car and went on my way. When I got there- an hour and a half before the polls were to close- they didn't even ask to see my name change documents. I was so glad that I had double checked my ability to vote!
And I'm pretty sure that the guy I voted for doesn't do drugs either. :)
Sunday, November 2, 2008
More fun than you can shake a stick at!
I could've titled this post about a million ways; "the hooter hider and other phenomena" "the never ending scandal" "the bet" or "the trip of dreams". Those were just a few contenders.
Titles aside, it has been about a month since my reunion trip to Utah so I am now ready to write about it. Some background. Let's travel back in time to the summer of 2004. To my best girlfriends (Erin, Rebekah and Stephanie) and I, this would come to be known as the "summer of dreams". We were each in our final stretches of college at UT. Our biggest worries were what to wear out on a Friday night. Despite being involved in the social scene and having a lot to do, our best times were when it was just us, eating smores, cookies (insert assorted junk food here)and discussing the previous week's exploits.
The summer came to an end. Another semester started, our friendship grew. In a matter of months I got engaged, we each graduated and got moving on with life still keeping in touch. Erin and Stephanie moved to Utah, Rebekah to Virginia. Eventually Rebekah decided to serve a mission and got called to the Mesa AZ visitors center. And so for about 1.5-2 years communication between the four of us pretty much got cut down to emails, letters, facebook messages and occasional phone calls.
When Rebekah got off her mission she told me she thought she'd go to her mission reunion in Salt Lake at the beginning of October. A plan was hatched. I would go with her to Utah and the four of us would be REUNITED!
I was a little nervous after we got our flights. Reason being that Rebekah said this trip would determine if I would be a good travel buddy for future trips. :) I felt it went pretty well, aside from the fact that I kept abandoning her so that I could get in line in the proper number order.
Steph picked us up from the SLC airport around midnight. A lot of screaming and hugging ensued. It was good to see the chemistry was still there (can you say that about friends?) and we picked up where we left off. We met her baby, Bella, when we got to her house. So cute!
The next day the four of us (3 adults, 1 baby) headed down to meet up with Erin and her new baby,Sophie, at Cafe Rio. So I may have been the only one who wanted to go to Cafe Rio, but I figured since I paid all that money to fly up there, I might as well be able to eat some of that delicious tortilla soup. Though I had intentions of getting hundreds of pictures over the weekend, I only got a couple while at Cafe Rio and even some of these are donated from Rebekah.
The highlight was probably Saturday because that's when the four of us were able to spend the most time together. I think that when we all meet in the after life, it will be very much similar...minus the occasional scandalous conversation quips.
All in all it was fabulous. I even won a bet, the details of which could probably be it's own post. It's good to see everyone growing up. Steph and Erin are great moms. It is still weird to think that I have a friend who drives a mini-van... and enjoys it! :) Rebekah and I are moving on in the working world, contemplating what our next steps will be.
A few things I learned: Rebekah is a great travel buddy but does not like being abandoned in line. Babies eat a lot. There's a contraption called a "hooter hider"- i think that's weird. And finally, the "Reunion Trip" 2009 can't come soon enough!
Titles aside, it has been about a month since my reunion trip to Utah so I am now ready to write about it. Some background. Let's travel back in time to the summer of 2004. To my best girlfriends (Erin, Rebekah and Stephanie) and I, this would come to be known as the "summer of dreams". We were each in our final stretches of college at UT. Our biggest worries were what to wear out on a Friday night. Despite being involved in the social scene and having a lot to do, our best times were when it was just us, eating smores, cookies (insert assorted junk food here)and discussing the previous week's exploits.
The summer came to an end. Another semester started, our friendship grew. In a matter of months I got engaged, we each graduated and got moving on with life still keeping in touch. Erin and Stephanie moved to Utah, Rebekah to Virginia. Eventually Rebekah decided to serve a mission and got called to the Mesa AZ visitors center. And so for about 1.5-2 years communication between the four of us pretty much got cut down to emails, letters, facebook messages and occasional phone calls.
When Rebekah got off her mission she told me she thought she'd go to her mission reunion in Salt Lake at the beginning of October. A plan was hatched. I would go with her to Utah and the four of us would be REUNITED!
I was a little nervous after we got our flights. Reason being that Rebekah said this trip would determine if I would be a good travel buddy for future trips. :) I felt it went pretty well, aside from the fact that I kept abandoning her so that I could get in line in the proper number order.
Steph picked us up from the SLC airport around midnight. A lot of screaming and hugging ensued. It was good to see the chemistry was still there (can you say that about friends?) and we picked up where we left off. We met her baby, Bella, when we got to her house. So cute!
The next day the four of us (3 adults, 1 baby) headed down to meet up with Erin and her new baby,Sophie, at Cafe Rio. So I may have been the only one who wanted to go to Cafe Rio, but I figured since I paid all that money to fly up there, I might as well be able to eat some of that delicious tortilla soup. Though I had intentions of getting hundreds of pictures over the weekend, I only got a couple while at Cafe Rio and even some of these are donated from Rebekah.
The highlight was probably Saturday because that's when the four of us were able to spend the most time together. I think that when we all meet in the after life, it will be very much similar...minus the occasional scandalous conversation quips.
All in all it was fabulous. I even won a bet, the details of which could probably be it's own post. It's good to see everyone growing up. Steph and Erin are great moms. It is still weird to think that I have a friend who drives a mini-van... and enjoys it! :) Rebekah and I are moving on in the working world, contemplating what our next steps will be.
A few things I learned: Rebekah is a great travel buddy but does not like being abandoned in line. Babies eat a lot. There's a contraption called a "hooter hider"- i think that's weird. And finally, the "Reunion Trip" 2009 can't come soon enough!
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