Drowned Rat

I FINALLY got the Christmas lights up outside.

By myself.

While it was raining.

Actually, it was quite fun.  But now I am wet.  And I need some hot chocolate.

Guilt

I've been sitting here reading blogs for, well,  probably too long, and I'm feeling guilty about the length of time that has passed since my last/first post.  When I got around to writing that one I felt like since I had finally broken the ice it would be a piece of cake to be "a regular". 

NOT. 

Oh, I think about writing all the time.  I think about things I want to write about all the time.  Why oh why can't I turn that thinking into digital images???

So tonight as I was thinking about writing again I decided to STOP thinking and just start typing.  So if this all sounds thoughtless...

Anyway, it is too late for something profound, or precocious, or poetic.  But I've broken the ice, again, so hopefully there is hope for me yet.

26.2

I want to be a runner again. I want a runner’s body.

I want a runner’s lung capacity.

In the back of my mind I have always wanted to run a marathon.

I want a runner’s euphoria - you know, that moment when you no longer feel your lungs or your legs. When you recognize all that is good and beautiful around you. When stress is erased and solutions to problems become clear and all is right with the world.

AHHHHHHHHH!

I just have one problem. Well, two, technically.

My knees are lame. Literally and figuratively. I blame it on several factors.

Track.

Gymnastics.

Heredity (more on that later).

And some kind of injury (meniscus I’m guessing) incurred last summer when I first decided to reclaim my running glory days, and that I keep irritating every time I think it is healed and try to run again.

I am a slow learner, but have finally reconciled myself to the fact that I cannot be a runner.

So, I have decided to be a biker.
In the Schwinn sense, not the Hog.

I guess cyclist is the more accurate term, but don’t you think it sounds a lot better to be a Biker Momma than a Cycling Grandma? I do too.

So Biker Momma it is. I have found a 2 ½ mile circular route in the neighborhoods around my house that suits me pretty well right now. How much time I have to exercise determines how many laps I do. There are a few moderate hills to keep things interesting, and not much traffic to keep things safe.

FACT: I am a little paranoid about cars. It is justified.

One of the teachers at the high school has broken bones twice in the past year after being clipped by cars while cycling. So while I hope to feel more comfortable around cars in the future so that I can venture down by the beach, for now I love the solitude of the neighborhood.

FACT: While the definition of my bike says otherwise, you will NOT find me on any mountains. I value my knees, elbows, and face way too much. (If you know mountain bikers you know what I am talking about.)

FACT: You will NOT find me racing. Think much more turtle, much less hare.

Slow and steady. My knees seem to be okay with this. Not completely thrilled, but pretty happy to be off the pounding pavement.

So, hopefully, soon I will have a biker’s body. A biker’s lung capacity.

Is there a biker’s euphoria?

I think it is the moment when my ride is finished and I lift my backside off the seat.

AHHHHHHHHHH!

DISCLAIMER

Some people - okay just one daughter had the guts to say it out loud - have told me that it is lame to keep putting up posts about our trip last spring. (Especially, she says, since Dad has already described even the most minute detail of every day to everyone.) I get that. However, I refuse to feel bad about the posts, including one more to come of our last few days in Nauvoo. The posts were really only written for the benefit of those of us who went, because we believe the quote Annie has on her blog by Anais Nin. “We write to taste life twice - in the moment and in retrospection.” We wanted to remember all the fun, funny, awesome, awe-inspiring and spiritually uplifting things we saw and did, and by doing so remember the bonding it created for us. We have taken many family trips over the past 30 years and we have written very little about them down. Big mistake. We have fond, vague memories, but nothing that brings a vivid recollection of a glorious day viewing God’s creations or of a tender moment between siblings. So we wrote down all the details we could remember about this last trip, in order to “taste” it again and again and again when we get hungry. So humor us one last time, and then we will try to be less lame.

Wed 4/14

We woke up EARLY and reluctantly left Columbus for Nauvoo. We left Alisha behind because she had to fly back to Provo for work.

Monday

After Sunday being such a wonderful day we felt rejuvenated, well at least I did.

We woke up some what early (no surprise) visited the Peter Whitmer Farm and Visitor Center there.

After a few hours we continued on to Nigra Falls. There we were able to get tickets for the Maid of the Midst. TOTALLY AWESOME!! Mom, Dad, Alisha, and Sarah stayed at the very front of the boat and got pretty wet. Adam wasn't too excited about being at the front,  not only because of the moisture factor but because he couldn't see as well, so they went to the top and still got soaked. It is amazing. When you think about THAT much water in such a short amount of time, it's crazy, but beautiful.

Okay so this was another HILARIOUS MOMENT:

If you can't see it, the bottom says "Butt Depot". Adam is one Funny Kid!

MY FAVORITE PICTURE OF ADAM AND ME :)

WE

ARE

BIG

DORKS

After we drove to Kirtland, and had dinner at Cracker Barrel. Definitely a different restaurant, not like one you would find in California, but it was Yummy :) Plus, we needed a Home Made type meal.

After stuffing our faces we found a Ramada Inn, got a room, found numerous problems with the room, changed rooms, the kids went swimming, and got into bed early. It was a good day.

Sunday

This was a Wonderful day:

We woke up and went to church, which was conveniently a few hundred feet away from the Inn, then had lunch meals which we had bought the night before. (Good idea! We were so tired of sandwiches) After we had filled our bellies we piled up in the car and went sight seeing. We visited the Grandin Press, Erie Canal, the Temple, the Smith Family Farm, the Sacred Grove, and the Hill Cumorah.

SO AMAZING!

                                                     

  My favorite part? Obviously the Sacred Grove.

We had gotten a tour of the Smith Family Farm then were allowed to walk the Grove. Not only was it Sunday, which is a spiritual day as it is, but we were on grounds with our Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ had been. Each of the Girls; Alisha, Michelle, and Sarah walked on their own and Mom, Dad, and Adam walked together. I can't tell you the things I felt and the words I heard because  I could never do justice, but I will tell you this.

God Lives. His son and our beloved brother Jesus Christ suffered and died for you and me, that we may return to our loving Father who is trying so earnestly to help us get back to him. I know the Father and the Son appeared to Joseph Smith and instructed him to not join any church but later instructed him to be an instrument in the Restoring of Christ's Church on the earth today. I testify of God's love for his children and all the many blessings which we can not even begin to understand. He is always with us, will never leave us, and will never forget us, even if we forget him.
In the sacred name of Jesus Christ, Amen