New Year's Resolve

I hate New Year's resolutions.

It often seems like another way to put more pressure on an already pressured life. "Let's see, you've done your best this year but apparently that's not quite good enough. You're a mess! Let's see if we can step it up this year and up those approval ratings. Now drop and give me 20!"

Why on earth did this tradition ever get started!? Perhaps we all need a regular check-up to see just how we're doing. If we let the years slip by without evaluating ourselves at some point we could let our life get away from us (cause it doesn't do that already). How are we going to know where we stand, what we've improved upon, what needs improvement if we don't sit down and take a look at ourselves.

In order to get a good resolution one must first be honest with oneself, even brutally so. Let's face it, getting down to a size 4 is impossible for me and what else is left after that? I read an article once that talked about realistic resolutions. Why try to do the impossible. Why not try something you actually enjoy? Resolve to take more bubble baths, eat more chocolate, exercise less, and watch more TV. Those are very doable as well as enjoyable. So why can't I feel good about that kind of resolve? Is it because it's too easy? Do I actually need to do something that will improve my life.

In light of my sick need to be a better person, I have decided to make one New Year's Resolution. Do more service this coming year. I'm not exactly sure what I mean by that. More service by the week? day? year? I feel I should start out slow if it even has a chance of getting off the ground. Perhaps I should settle with doing my visiting teaching regularly. Hmm...

Interesting statistic:

"Recent research shows that while 52% of participants in a Resolution study were confident of success with their goals, only 12% actually achieved their goals. Men achieved their goal 22% more often when they engaged in goal setting, a system where small measurable goals are used (lose a pound a week, instead of saying "lose weight"), while women succeeded 10% more when they made their goals public and got support from their friends" -Wikipedia

Independence! My downfall.

I am fiercely independent, almost to a fault and especially when it comes to finances. When David and I were engaged we went to the store because I needed a few groceries and he tried to pay for them. I was appalled! I wouldn't let him do it. I had a job, I was perfectly capable of taking care of myself thank you very much! He was dumbfounded of course because we were getting married in one week, what was the big deal. He would more than likely be drinking some of that same milk. But somewhere deep down inside of me my need to hold on to my independence was coming forth. I wouldn't let him do it. As soon as the marriage vows were taken however I asked for the checkbook and haven't looked back since!

I'm not sure all the ways that this independence was drilled into me, but a good chunk is just plain stubborness (got that from both sides of my family) and another chunk is the way I grew up. For as long as I can remember I started earning money to pay for my needs. My brothers and sisters and myself all worked potato harvest in the fall to pay for our school cloths, class dues, dances, etc. We had the money and we had to make it last the year. Now we weren't always that good with it so towards the Spring we would run out. So then we'd take the odd jobs around the house to get extra income. We cleaned the long cupboard which was worth $2-3, the Primary cupboard $2-3, and the fridge which was always worth more cause it was usually disgusting. In the summer I mowed lawns for income. I think somewhere along the line I believed that a responsible person pays for their own stuff, the end.

But that was a long time ago, surely none of that matters now. Not so. I think that I may have recently frustrated/offended my mother-in-law. I didn't mean to. I have felt so blessed to marry into such a great family. From the first day we've all pretty much gotten along. But you know how when you start dating someone you are always on your best behavior lest they see the ugly side of you? And then eventually it all comes out and you just hope that the guy is already trapped into liking you enough to see past all that bad stuff. We'll my best behavior is wearing off. I admit, it's been a shock that it would even happen, I mean it's not like we spend a lot of time in Hurricane. So either I'm much more comfortable around the fam or I really am not a nice person. I prefer the first.

So, back to my mother-in-law. We went to Wal-Mart the day after Christmas to pick up a few things. One was a game called Rage. She was getting one for Sophie and herself. She asked me if I wanted one and I said no. She asked a few more times about the game and other things and I kept saying no. The only thing I would let her buy was cold medicine for David.

I've thought about this a lot since it occurred. Why on earth did I put up such a fight for a $4.00 game! All she wanted to do was buy something for me and I was too stubborn to let it happen and it was for silly reasons. You see, the first time I said "no" it was an automatic response that I didn't even think about. After that it was a matter of pride. I'd already given my answer, stop trying to make me change it! "Change is for weaklings who don't know what they want! Sure I may not know what I want but I will die before I let you know that! Whaa ha ha haa!" I am completely ridiculous!

But Cynthia, if it helps, this is how the moment would have went with my mother:

"I'm getting a game for your sister, do you want one?"

"No thanks" (the automatic response)

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure." (Not really, I've thought about it and it looks quite fun.)

"It's a fun game and I'm buying."

"Really, its' fine." (Now I really do want it, I'll come back someday and buy it myself)

"What if I got it for you as part of your birthday present?"

"Well, I guess that could work."

"Let me buy it for you for your birthday."

"Okay, I'll take it!"

What's worse is that sometimes we both want the same thing and we actually buy it for each other, all the while calling it a part of a birthday or Christmas gift, and exchange it in the car. For some reason that makes it alright.

Fetchin' Gretchen

I have recently caught up with one of my all time favorite companions from the mission field. Of course all my comps were grand in their own way, but Sister Pratley and I did a lot of time together. We served in 3 areas and 5 months. Unfortunatley after the mission we kind of lost track of each other for awhile. Through the miracle of Facebook, we're connected again.

Gretchen, this one's for you!

There are a few things that come to mind right away when I think of Sis Pratley, one is companionship inventory (one in particular of course, something about crooked sunglasses and non-flowered dresses), "what do you mean this is the AP's camera", and a note that is kept lovingly in my journal. It says:

"For my Sister Hubbard,

What I like about Sister Hubbard

1. Your accents

2. Your cookies

3. The fact you're a big dork like ME"

For you, in photographic form, is a brief journey of all that we went through together.

Us and the elders decorating the fake Christmas tree that Sister Preece loved so much. We were just happy we weren't in trouble for sneaking into the elders aparment and sabotaging it.

The Christmas garland of 1997 that must have been a relief society project gone wrong. Ever cheap, ever sheek, ever classic, ever tacky to-go containers with plastic wrap and lights. We didn't know whether to put it up or wear it.

"This is a tornado warning! Take cover immediately!"
What better place than the bathtub!

I have to wonder, did you ever get to live in your dream home!
The 16 Wide is the "Home of the Future"

And who can forget the need to preach repentance unto all.

There are so many more I could have posted, the pics in front of the Granite Steel mill, the Eternal Flame, Sandy, the Hawg Cafe, Paris, Brooklyn, God's Bus, The Kelly's (do you know where to find them?), year mark "burn", concrete geese, our "fake fight" to help our DL feel useful, Shop-N-Save Sombreros... the list goes on.

Sure do miss you!

Thirty-Something...Really?

My knees hurt. I don't think it's fair. My hip hurts too, just one though. I'm 33 years old as of 8 days ago. I don't think that I am supposed to be feeling this way without having first had children. All of my life I've been under the delusion that it was the coming of children that made the hips spread, the knees go bad, the hair go gray, and excess weight attach itself. It's the physical act of procreation that brings gravity into full effect and slows down our metabolism. If I had but looked around I would have noticed the lie right away, but who looks around when you are an indestructible teenager with her whole life planned out?

As it turns out my life had plans of it's own and it quite successfully put gravity into effect without the childbearing step. I have no children and I still have wider hips, bad knees, and more poundage than I feel necessary. I don't really know if I have any gray hair since I dye it. On my 31st birthday I got up and ran 5 miles just to prove to myself that I still could. Thirty-one had a more devastating effect on me than 30 ever did. Thirty was a milestone, something that everyone talked about with fear and dread. In fact it was hyped up so much that it was kind of a disappointment. I'm not sure what I expected, perhaps dark clouds hovering ominously in the sky, a personification of death standing at the foot of my bed holding a scythe, a face full of wrinkles to appear immediately letting myself and also everyone around know that I was in fact older. It was nothing like that. I was still a newly wed and I felt pretty darn good. But 31 was horrible. It hit me quite abruptly the morning of my birthday that getting older doesn't stop. Aging will proceed whether we are ready for it or not! I was devastated, which is why I got up and ran. I wanted to stay young and free and full of vitality! Why I had just barely begun to live right?

I also used to live under the delusion that "if I couldn't have kids then dang it, I would be sexy!" I still am sexy, but only to my husband (thank the heavens for him!) and older men with bad eyesight.

It's the delusional life that gets the better of me more times than I like to recall. The "imaginary relationships with real people" the "denial of my pant size, dang it I will fit into these again" the "it doesn't matter if I'm not where I thought I would be, I really am happy". It's the last one that gets me the most. Perhaps it's because it's the line I feed myself so often. How can we be truly happy when we measure ourselves against a ruler that was created in the all-so-knowing years of high school? Who said that was the measuring stick of life? It's time for a change. Throw the old one out and make a new one. One that fits, one that's real. One that's flexible. Who really knows what the future brings but God? Perhaps instead of creating my own measuring stick, I should try harder to understand the one that God has for me.

Warm Wishes

As the Christmas Season is very much upon us, I can't help but think of the wonderful family and friends we have been blessed with. From church friends, neighbors, co-workers and family members, our lives have been enriched. We thank you for the shoulders to cry on, the bouts of side-splitting laughter, and everything in between.

With the hustle and bustle that this time brings, I hope we all can take a moment and do as Mary did after the birth of her son. She "kept all these things, and pondered them in her heart." What a magical time His birth must have been. And here we are celebrating it year after year, that glorious night. The heavens opened and angels sang of the long awaited miracle. Shepherds gathered in awe. Tears of joy were surely wept. It was a long time ago in a land and time we don't fully understand, but the impact is the same. His birth made all our lives possible. His birth made our lives worth it.

May you all have a wonderful Christmas Day and may the knowledge of the Redeemer's birth burn within bringing everlasting joy.

All our love, Lora and David.

"Cry, the Beloved Country"

I just finished reading "Cry, the Beloved Country" by Alan Paton.

Set it rural South Africa during the 1940's, Paton writes about the effect of the gold industry on the native people. The main character is Kumalo, an old priest in a small rural town. His son, brother, and sister have all moved to Johannesburg for one reason or the other and have lost their way. The story begins with a letter from a fellow priest in Johannesburg asking him to come because his sister is ill. Having never been to Johannesburg due to financial restraints, he sacrifices the things he was saving for in order to go and help his sister as well as search for his lost brother and especially his son.

It is a tender story showing the struggle of a nation that has been inundated with white speculators who have made it "big" in the gold mining industry. Native labor has been brought from the redistributed country side (the land with no gold) with promises of good wages they can feed their families on. As seems the story with all places that are taken over by Europeans, education and equal rights are colored as dangerous for the native peoples. "It is best to keep them in ignorance for their own good." But I digress. The unfairness of one people over another always gets me going. So, moving on...

Kumalo goes to Johannesburg and the story unfolds itself. White and black come together, boundaries are crossed and unexpected respect, forgiveness, and hope are shown. It is beautifully written in the prose and way of speaking that is evidenced in all of Africa.

Perhaps the expression that struck me the most was the use of 'mother'. A young African student used to work in dining services with us on campus. He is from Sierra Leone and plans to return there to help his people after he finishes his doctorate. He always spoke of how good he was treated here and how truly thankful he was to work for such people. He would refer to his boss and sometimes me as a 'mother' to him. I found it odd at first and chalked it up to cultural differences, but I had no idea the term of respect it was. "Mother" is used for someone who shows kindness and nurtures the body or the spirit. It is a term of respect not given lightly.

I highly recommend the book for anyone to read. It is well worth your time. Again, a beautifully written story of respect, forgiveness and hope.

Hmm...

So, yesterday was my birthday. For those of you who know, well you already know how old I am so I don't have to tell you. It was a smashing day though!

First, Eli, Velvet, and Axel (their 4.5 month old child) came and spent the weekend. Twas a blast! I was excited to have them come and spend some time with us and play some games. Who knew it would end up being a family thing! Saturday plans included a big breakfast, errands on the part of others, and then farming the afternoon away. (That would be with the help of "The Farming Game") As it turned out, Jarom and Melissa stopped by with their kids to finish up a bit of shopping and so did my parents! At one point we had 12 people running around this little house. That doesn't seem that big of a deal for some of you, but have you seen my house? Yea... not much room. But fun anyways.

I was a bit worried that we wouldn't be getting any farming in with all the unexpected company, but never fear, we got 'er done. After the rest of the family left we sat down to "the game". We all started out even enough but the Hubbard farming prowess and expertise soon showed itself as Eli and I proceeded to trounce the Sullivan's and Titcombs. Year after year we made money hand over fist. Naturally we don't play by the official rules so by the end we had the calculator out and were using bank notes as money because we were out of the real stuff. It was possible that we felt bad about beating them so soundly, but we were just too dang silly to make the effort sincere. It was good to laugh uncontrollably! That kind where it just hurts and tears come to your eyes and you just can't stop. Those are truly good times.

Needless to say it was truly a pleasure to have them in our home! I LOVE family!! Thanks for making my birthday great!

Stars in God's clear skies

God's Garden
-Robert Frost

God made a beauteous garden
With lovely flowers strown,
But one straight, narrow pathway
That was not overgrown.
And to this beauteous garden
He brought mankind to live,
And said: "To you, my children,
These lovely flowers I give.
Prune ye my vines and fig trees,
With care my flowrets tend,
But keep the pathway open
Your home is at the end."

Then came another master,
Who did not love mankind,
And planted on the pathway
Gold flowers for them to find.
And mankind saw the bright flowers,
That, glitt'ring in the sun,
Quite hid the thorns of av'rice
That poison blood and bone;
And far off many wandered,
And when life's night came on,
They still were seeking gold flowers,
Lost, helpless and alone.

O, cease to heed the glamour
That blinds your foolish eyes,
Look upward to the glitter
Of stars in God's clear skies.
Their ways are pure and harmless
And will not lead astray,

But aid your erring footsteps
To keep the narrow way.
And when the sun shines brightly
Tend flowers that God has given
And keep the pathway open
That leads you on to heaven.

I've always had an affinity to the poems of Robert Frost. I'm sure there's a lot of his poetry that I don't understand and many a scholar would think that I am a simpleton, but I do enjoy it.

This, of all his poems, I dedicate to you wonderful women out there who have lent me a helping hand/note/phone-call, etc. to keep me on God's path. It's always been there, stretched out before me, I just occasionally let blinders be put on my eyes. Thank you for stepping in and helping me remove them. God has always had a hand in my life even when I wasn't sure I wanted it. If he helped then, why on earth wouldn't he help me now?

There are definite silver linings to every situation we find ourselves in. The trick is trusting God enough so he can help us see them.

A Face in the Mirror

Yesterday as I was getting my hair done, I looked in the mirror and saw a face I hadn't seen in a long long time. It kept on disappearing and coming back with a smile. It was faint at first, and then stronger, almost haunting, but delicious all the same. I saw my Grandmother looking back at me through the mirror.

I've always known that I looked like my mother, but never had I made the connection with my Grandma until I saw her smile, her cheekbones looking back at me. Naomi Ruth Revoir Robbins passed away on February 16, 2005 and I've missed her ever since. Especially at Christmas time. She always made homemade chocolates. Since my birthday is in December she would make me a special box of Cherry Chocolates all my own. She gave them to me in an old checkbook box. Twelve. I had twelve days of cherry chocolate bliss as I slowly ate each one. She also gave me a card with $5.00 in it and birthday wishes. Sometimes I would even get shampoo and towels, she always was the one for practical gifts.

Christmas time is for families and as ours grows bigger in some ways and smaller in others, I can't help but think of the "old times" we spent as kids. Christmas night was spent at Grandma's house with aunts and uncles and cousins. It's where we learned to play cards (I can't even remember learning how to shuffle, it just always seemed part of me) and eavesdropped on the grown-up conversations. They always had the most interesting ones. (My aunt worked at the school so she always knew what was happening with administration and the small town political scandals.) Grandma always met us at the door with a big hug and a lipstick kiss on the forehead or cheek. As Christmas approaches and I grow one year older, what I wouldn't give for one of those birthday cards with $5.00 and special Grandma birthday wishes.

"Necessary Madness"

I recently finished "Necessary Madness" by Jenn Crowell and I must say that I found it a fascinating book. I was a bit reluctant at first because it sounded a bit... contrived?? The book jacket reads: "After a scant eight years of marriage, Gloria's beloved husband succumbs to leukemia, leaving her alone with a son to bring up in an adopted country. The madness of grief is constant..." I admit is was the fact that it was in an "adopted country" that made me feel alright about reading this one. I like to learn about different cultures than my own. The rest of it sounded melodramatic and predictable.

And in a way it was predictable. Somehow you know Gloria is going to get through this or the book wouldn't be written. It was her "necessary madness" that captured me though. So often in life we don't give expression to the madness that threatens to engulf our lives. It's almost unacceptable to let people, or even ourselves, see us suffer. To give ourselves over to the grief we feel so desperately at times in our lives is weakness, right? I mean, if we have a good cry session doesn't that mean that we have no control anymore?

We don't want to experience the pain, we only want the good things. But sometimes that madness, that grief, is a necessary step in the healing process. Sometimes we have to admit it to ourselves and let the pain, sorrow, and heartache take over so that we can get through it completely. I know that I am quite guilty of putting "band-aids" over wounds that require more attention that a little cover up. It goes deeper inside the flesh and needs to be cleansed completely in order for it to heal.

"Necessary Madness" is beautifully written and filled with grief and hope. I found myself on the verge of tears during moments of tenderness and pain and rejoicing in the small steps that were taken to get Gloria's life back on solid ground. Should you choose to read it though, I must inform that it is set in London and certain "cuss words" are more prevalent than others. So beware. It was a good read though.

New Do!

First of all, thank you all so much for the advice and attempting sanity. Finally admitting that I actually can't to this all myself has done wonders for my overall well-being. I have taken some of the advice to heart... actually most of it. I was told to do something for myself so my first move was a haircut! I have conveniently attached before and after photos for your viewing pleasure.

Before....

After...

Self portraits are the worst to get! So awkward!

A "Wicked" Review

So, I just finished reading "Wicked" by Gregory Maguire this morning. Overall I really enjoyed the book. I found the behind the scenes story of the Wicked Witch of the West fascinating. I've always loved the Wizard of Oz from the time I was a little girl. For some reason I remember it coming on either around my birthday (December) or my brother's birthday (March). I don't know if it jumped around or my memory did. (Just ask me what I remember about Jaws sometime.)

Anyway, the trip through Oz and the land that is seemed to be was very interesting from the witch's viewpoint. I found myself rooting for the "wicked witch" and hating Glinda! Now this is to say nothing harmful towards Frank Baum's original version because it is what it is and without it we wouldn't know what "lions and tigers and bears oh my" meant. Maguire simply took the story and fashioned his own around it, and it was delightful. I can't wait to read "Son of a Witch".

However, I feel it my duty to say that if you should pick up the book for a good read, when you get to the part about the "Philosophy Club" you can safely skip it. Kinda nasty and doesn't lend any light to the storyline. It was only 2-3 pages of the whole text so really, you aren't missing anything.

Other than that, it was great!

Wondering...

... A List

1. Do you think it's really going to snow anytime soon?
2. Will I ever get the energy up to clean the bathroom?
3. What are we going to have for dinner?
4. Do doctors really know what they are talking about or is it a cruel hoax?
5. How long will my filing pile up before I do it?
6. How does David Letterman come up with ten things for each list?
7. What to get David for Christmas and why that one is so hard.
8. How long the rest of my house will stay clean?
9. Does the Christmas tree need water?
10. How many licks does it take to get to the center of a Tootsie pop?
11. Why are the things you want the most the ones you don't get to have?

Number 11 would be the main cause of my wondering. I hate to go into overkill about things, but all you women out there who have had difficult times becoming moms... what to you do to keep your sanity while waiting for the biological miracle to take place? When the world around you is filled with expectant mothers who can't keep their breakfast down, how do you "cowboy-up" and get through the day to day? It's my sad little cry for help. Any suggestions?

Just wondering.

Life of a Recluse

I am sitting in the house watching "Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants" and I don't know why. I added it to my netflix queu in a moment of temporary insanity? Well it came today and I can't just send it back without watching right...

So, what have I been up to lately? I shall tell you in pictures.

Black Friday.... some shop, we work in the shop!

We made Santas!

I have been reading Wicked by reccommendation from Katherine. I have 50 pages to go and I am quite enjoying it!

During various projects at home I have been entertained by the complete M*A*S*H series on loan from our neighborhood 'be well' specialist.

My Tree!
I have also purchased the Beatles "1". I have wanted it for quite awhile, I just never go shopping for music. So, my brother called one day and asked me to pick up the new Guns-N-Roses album... not my favorite... and I glanced in another aisle and got the album! Love it! Sometimes nothing makes me happier than the Beatles!

One of my endeavors while watching M*A*S*H was to make pillowcases for all the neices and nephews. I gotta do something to secure my favorite aunt status.

Photo booth!

I always wanted photo booth pictures! So we got some!

Home sick... blechk.

So I got up this morning not really wanting to go to work. There was a task awaiting me that I really just wanted to skip all together. It was a luncheon that I truly had no interest in attending. It was made especially true by the fact that I found out upon arriving at work that I would actually be speaking at said luncheon. As you can imagine, I was thrilled. I joked about saying that I wasn't feeling all that well and would have to go home. Little did I know that my body would respond to the power of suggestion. I got sick! Fevery, nauseous, achy-body sick.

I've always suspected that my body has more power than I ever give it credit for. As I look back on life there are definite times when my body has been telling me something that I just wouldn't listen to. The most powerful example would have to be "the winter of Vaughn".

About 5 years ago I started dating a nice man named Vaughn. Well, dating is a strong term. I had actually just gotten completely out of a relationship that was "on again, off again, what the crap is going on here anyways" for good. I felt so free! So happy! It was a two year span that had sucked quite a bit of life out of me and I was happy to have it back. Well, the next day Vaughn asked me to play games with he and his roommates. At first I declined because I wasn't really attracted to him, but after some persistence on his part, I thought why not, what have you got to loose? and I went. It was a nice enough time and that was that. Well, he asked me out again, and I kind of just went with the flow. I don't know what it was about my sole-sucking relationship with he-who-must-not-be-named, but it had turned part of my brain to mush. Fortunately, my body wasn't that stupid.

As the relationship went on, he thought he wanted to marry me. I said that was nice, but didn't really do the commitment thing out loud. He wanted to look at rings, I wanted to throw up. (I really was an idiot huh!) He succeeded in getting me to go to one ring shop and look. I agreed against my better judgement and we went to Fred Meyer jewelers (which to this day gives me a nauseous feeling when I go by there) and looked very quickly at a few rings. Then we went to a ball game, back to his apt for a movie and I got sick. Not just a little, but the 'take me home now or your carpet's gonna regret this' sick. He said I could use his bathroom, I said I wanted to die in the comfort of my own bed. We made it to the corner of the block where he had to pull over while I opened the door and lost the lemon chicken we had had for dinner. Eeewww. I can't eat lemon chicken anymore either, or go by the street corner with out groaning.

As it turned out I got every strain of flu that could be had that winter (there were 5), two colds, and one severe case of strep throat. Then I broke up with him in February and made a miraculous recovery! I feel it important to mention that we started "dating" the end of November with a nice fat Christmas break in between. That's a lot of sick in a little time.

Now, I don't know if attending the luncheon today would really have been that bad, but I'm certainly not feeling any heartache over the matter... but I'm not feeling better either. Hmmm.

In my recent past

A List:

1. I have started teaching piano lessons. I have one student and she's from the ward. I think that I actually have a chance at success here because she already plays notes due to her extensive practice on the cello. Now if I can help transfer that knowledge to use in tickling the ivories.

2. I have recently decided that I should only have sugar two days a week. Now, don't get to hasty, not sugar in all things, but any type of desserty/chocolately bit. Last weeks "Wednesday Sugar Binge" took it's course and somehow I have got to get control. In the mission field my companion and I decided that if we could control what we ate we could quite possible control the world. Clearly that has happened yet.

3. I have decided to take a more active part in cooking... Truly it is a shame that I have gotten this far. I was such a good housewife when we first got married. David hardly ever went without a good home cooked meal. Then reality hit. I'm shooting for twice a week not including Sunday. If I make enough for leftover then we're set right!

4. Spurred on by "Super Saturdayness" I finally bound two quilts. Actually three, but I'm mostly proud of the one that has been sitting in the den for approximately 5 months now. Last Saturday was Relief Society Super Saturday and I was asked to help with the quilt. It was just going to be another source of unfinished guilt, so I "girded up my loins" and got it done! I dropped it off for the Humanitarian office today.

5. I've finally decided to become an active participate in Good Reads. I have had a few invitations and I finally responded to them. I'm really quite excited!

Quantum of Solace

So, today was a good day and a bad day. The good part was that I got a free ticket to the new James Bond thriller "Quantum of Solace". We went as a work group to the 10 am showing. I always hate it when people spoil things for me so I will reveal nothing of the plot. I will say that I really really really liked it. Of course I also hate it when people say that to me cause then I have high expectations and nothing ever lives up to them. So, forget that I said I liked it, in fact it was stupid, hardly worth your time to go really. I wouldn't have but I'm a sucker for free things. But if you want to go and need someone to go with you, I'll sacrifice and "hold your hand" through the painful experience of watching such a horrid movie. :)

K, the bad part of the day was going to the dentist! YUCK!! I had a small cavity that needed to be filled. My mouth is still numb and at first when I tried to talk I sounded like I had had a stroke. And the drool, oh the drool... But I was so thirsty! I know, traumatic. Somehow I survived though.

And just to round out the James Bond thing, isn't there something terribly yummy about Daniel Craig... That is all.

The Power of 8... I've been tagged

8 TV shows I love to watch
Chuck (by far my favorite)
The Office
30 Rock
Black Books (no longer on the air but well worth your time)
M*A*S*H
Grey's Anatomy
Bones
Life

8 (or 4?) Favorite Restaurants
Indian Oven
Olive Garden
Formosa
Cafe Rio
... Let's face it, I don't eat out that much

8 Things that happened yesterday
I ate massive amounts of sugar
We started the first CGSA meeting at work (Catering Snack and Game Association)
I changed my blog format
Went to the gymn way stinkin early in the morning
I went to the doctor and found out that I'm perfectly capable of having cysts, just not so much a child right now.
I had pumpkin squares and chocolate covered raisins for dinner.
I scared my husband as he was coming up the stairs... it was wonderful.

8 Things I love about this fall
The chill in the air
The fall colors, however briefly they may be here
The excitement that we are a bit closer to Christmas
New television shows
Staying in bed when it's cold outside
Hot chocolate in the mornings
Pumpkin desserts
Time with family

8 things on my wish list
New clothes
David to be done with school
A new home
An anonymous donor to pay off my student loans!
A child
And electric blanket to keep my feet warm
A ceiling that isn't slanted
Closet space for the new clothes

8 things I'm looking forward to
The first snowfall
Christmas music after Thanksgiving
Rearranging my furniture to fit in the tree
Playing games with family
Christmas break from work! Two full weeks!
Reading a new book
A vacation in March to Mexico!!
Prospects of a bright future.

8 people I tag
Whoever wants to be.

Fun huh!

Thanks Katherine!

Censorship

Do you ever find yourself writing away and censoring your own work? I started this blog so that I could throw myself out to the cosmic wonders of the internet world and let my voice be heard. My thoughts, feelings, opinions, etc. I didn't care about structure or political correctness. It was my blog and I would write anything I dang well pleased.

Now I find myself wondering if what I say will be liked, read, taken seriously, jokingly, make me look a fool... then I realized that it's too late. My husband recently told a friend that she should read my blog because she would then get a greater insight into who I am. I'm not entirely sure what that means. I've never thought of myself as the type of person who hides her emotions or feelings, but then again, maybe I am.

My mother used to tell me that if I would just let my personality show then someone was bound to finally, at long last, fall in love with me and whisk me away into eternal marriage-bliss. I hated it when she said those kind of things. Like it was my fault that the boys weren't lining up to ask me out. I was doing the best I could. And believe it or not, those boys who did take the time to get to know me actually did fall for me... problem was I couldn't quite bring myself to fall for them. If marriage was all that was to be sought after then I could have had that taken care of years and years ago... I just wouldn't have been happy. Not that they weren't decent boys, some of them were very nice, but they just weren't the right match for me. There's so much more to life than to settle for the first thing that comes your way. Why not take your time, be picky, and create your own bliss?

I waited to get married. Not necessarily because I wanted to, but because the right guy simply hadn't come along. It wasn't easy to do. There were many days of wondering what was wrong with me. Was their some kind of fundamental error in my make-up that deemed me unworthy of marriage? Was I took picky? Had my ship come in and I had missed it? Was I doomed to wander the planet alone? I was even going to write a book about my dating trials. I was going to call it "But I Don't Want to be Like Sherry Dew"

Then David and I connected. We laughed together and we cried together. We are sometimes going through hell together. But at the end of it all, I get to be with him forever... in our own little world of teasing and laughing and getting over our misunderstandings bliss. David is my match. It's sometimes overwhelming to think that eternity is ours together. Makes all the rest of the trials we go through worth it.

Spooktacular Events

Well, as you all know, Halloween was last Friday. And what a Halloween it was. David and I decided that we would skip out on the festivities here in Logan and go for something far more exciting... yep, we went to Grace. We stayed at my brother's house and watched scary movies. Well, scary is really not quite the word I'm looking for. How about, weird and kind of stupid mixed in with a healthy dose of crazy. We watched "Willard". It was about a guy who made friends with rats... That's really all I have to say about it. We did stay up till 2 a.m. though... still haven't recovered from that, not sure I ever will.

Anyway, I did get there early enough to go Trick or Treating with the kids. And it's a good thing too cause I had my costume on and everything. Halloween is one of my all time favorite holidays. I LOVE to dress up! So I went to work as a witch and wore the costume the whole stinkin' night! I made it successfully through Trick or Treating with only a few mishaps and then the kids thought it would be fun to scalp me on the way home. For some reason they didn't believe that it was my real hair. Odd huh. All in all it was a good night.

Laurelin, Griffen, and Nessa

Me, of course.

In Honor of David's Birthday...

Today is David's birthday. He turns 36. I'm not sure if he'd be happy that I'm telling the world his age, but rest assured, he certainly doesn't act like it.

So, in honor of this oh so special day, I present to you the ten best things about David! (in no particular order, it's too hard to be Letterman)

1. He puts up with me... which is not a task to be taken lightly.

2. His determination to do a good job, almost to a fault.

3. His patience, kind of relates to the first one, but he does have amazing patience with people in general.

4. He likes to play games.

5. He tries to talk in accents and he sometimes even does it right!

6. His warm feet! It's so nice on those cold nights.

7. His willingness to help out around the house, especially since we are both working.

8. His ability to talk to anyone. I have yet to meet someone he can't strike up a conversation with.

9. He gets along with my family. Perhaps he's pretending, but I don't think he could put a front up that long.

10. And last but not least, I just think he's a whole lot o fun!

That concludes this session. If you would like to check out the picture of the birthday cake that I made him, it's posted on his blog. It turned out so well in my head, I'm not quite sure what happened... oh yeah, I don't decorate cakes for a living... you get what you get.

Happy birthday dear!

Two Weekends Ago...

Once upon a time, David and I made an escape. Tired of the doldrums that Logan has provided us with for so long, we burst out of the work and school chains and drove like mad to the far away land of... Salt Lake City. (What can I say, gas prices dictate a lot sometimes)

Itching to try something new and amazing we decided to satisfy our long-standing curiosity and try The Training Table for dinner. You will be happy to know that our curiosity was satisfied... but our desire for a quality dining experience was not. Therefore that will be the last time we go to the training table unless a gun is held to our head. Yes, we do feel very strongly about it...

Fortunately, the whole weekend did not match the tone of the first night. As a whole we were rather pathetic that first night. We checked into a hotel and laid on the bed and watched TV. Part of me felt like we should possibly be ashamed of ourselves for doing something in Salt Lake that we could have easily done at home, but the other part of me enjoyed it thoroughly.

The next day we met up with Sophie and Andrew, Cecil, and David's parents. We went to Gardner's Village where David and I found the table of my dreams. (You have to understand that our current dining set consists of a hand-me-down table and 5 blue folding chairs. Therefore I drool over dining sets with real chairs that match!) If I had been thinking I would have taken a picture of it. As it is it will have to live on in my imagination until such time as we have enough money to buy said table and chairs. My favorite feature was the little drawers on two sides of the table for storing such things as napkins, silverware... or when we have children, broken crayons and other such treasures. Someday...

On Sunday we got church times crossed and ended up not attending... I know, we're rebels. However, we did take the opportunity to spend some time at Temple Square. We took a tour of the conference center, which was amazing, and then spent the rest of the time walking around Temple Square looking for photo opportunities. My favorite was the Reflection pool.

Afterwards, Sophie and Andrew were kind enough to put up with us for another day and we ate dinner with them and played Dominoes. All in all it was a good weekend and a much needed break.

Tagged

Approximately 500 years ago, Sophie tagged me and I never responded... Now is the time.

Marriage Tag

What is your husband's name? Michael David Sullivan

How long have you been together? Married for 3 years, 1 month.

How long did you date? 1 year, 2 months

Who said I love you first? Me, I couldn't quite help myself.

Who is taller? David by 2 inches or so

Who sings better? David would say I do, but I think it's a toss up

Who is smarter? Definitely me, except for math and other things that have to make sense in a logical and analytical fashion... I just B.S. better

Who does the laundry? Me

Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? Me

Who pays the bills? Me

Who mows the lawn? Both, I actually quite enjoy it

Who does the dishes? Lately both, used to be David more though... something about bacteria taking over the world starting with our kitchen. That's what I get for marrying a biology major

Who drives when you are together? I drive to the grocery store or to go shopping, David usually drives on trips, dates, anywhere else.

Who is more stubborn? David thinks he can give me a run for my money on this one, but I beg to differ, I beat him in stubborness hands down.

Who is the first to admit when they are wrong? David is... what a guy huh.

Who kissed who first? David kissed me first.

Who proposed? David

Who is more sensitive? Me

Who has more friends? We have friends??

Who wears the pants in the family? We both do

I tag anyone who wants to be tagged!

Girl Party!

This last weekend was the second annual Hubbard Girl Party. Last year it was held at my house, this year it was at Samantha's in Rexburg, Idaho. This is the time we have all been looking forward to. Those with children pawn them off on their husbands or others (expect for those who rely on their mothers for sustenance of course) and we all get together and have fun.

It started on Friday and we had dinner, watched "Clue", gave each other pedicures, and talked till 3:00 in the morning. We then got up at the crack of 10 and ate breakfast and talked some more. We did do few little crafty projects and went shopping, but it was more the company that counted most. All in all, good times were had by all.

Samantha, Melissa, Abigail, and Velvet

This was known affectionately at 3rd Nephi cake, after the earthquakes. That's what happens when you want to do something special... It still tasted good though.

Abigail, Me, Mom and Samantha.

If any of you out there have a picture of Shani (who also attended) I didn't get one of her! Send it my way please.

Middle Ground

So, let's talk about life for a moment. You know, that thing you are supposed to be living right now? That series of events that help you progress and become the person that you really want to be. So, what is it that you really want to be?

I personally would like to be that person that never lets anything get under her skin. When "crisis" hits I would like to avoid the dirty-name-calling in my head and go right to the problem solver. (perhaps I should work on making those name-calling things stay in my head at least and not come out of my mouth... hmm.) It seems that I have become a very reactionary person as of late. You know, the kind that doesn't stop and think about what they are doing, they just react whether good or bad, appropriate or un. That's me. I didn't used to be that way. I have theories about this though.

First, when I started working USU Catering 2 1/2 years ago, I was a very nice person. In fact someone stated that I was probably the only one that worked there that liked everyone. They thought it was just me being an incredibly nice person. I informed them that I simply hadn't worked there long enough to hate someone yet. It got a big laugh at the time, but sadly I was right. Now, don't jump too quickly, I don't exactly "hate" anyone per se, but I do find some more obnoxious than others which leads me to my reactionary self. I find that since I have had to deal with people that I wouldn't consider a friend for far too long, I lose patience with them. The more I have to deal with the them quicker my patience leaves. Now it's got to the point that the very name shows on the caller ID and I'm already calling them names in my head and sometimes out loud. (I know, I'm such a good example for my staff... don't worry I can guilt myself enough over that one.) I'm just not sure how to come back from that.

On the other hand, at least I'm not bottling up my frustrations to be let out on some unsuspecting customer/friend/husband one day with guns blaring and tongue lashing... It's unhealthy to swallow everything right? Those are the people you read about, "She was always so nice and sweet, we just never saw the sawed-off shotgun coming!" So where's the middle ground?

I believe that will be my goal for the next little while. Perhaps I should implement the "count to ten" before saying anything. Who says all those fun things are reserved for children!

A shout out

Just wanted to take a moment and give a shout out this fine day to a good friend and co-worker, Stefanie. She's getting married in a December to a hottie rockstar! You should check our her blog and read all about it.

Anyway, Stef, this is for you... :) Thanks for reading!

Fall.

I love Fall. It is by far my favorite season. They all have something good in them, but nothing quite competes with Fall. I love the chill in the air and the crispness of the mornings. I love that I get to start wearing sweaters again. I love the vibrant colors of the leaves as they turn. I only wish it would last longer. Sigh...

Here are a few pictures of the virginia creeper that goes along my fence in the yard. David thinks that we should prune it down. For daring to suggest such I thing I threatened death in a slow and painful manner. Needless to say, it's staying.

No... really?!

K, so there are really two things that I have to share today just because. Let me assure you that they are of no real value and more of an indulgence than anything.

First. Once upon a time ago I was walking through the 3rd floor of Old Main just outside the History department. They were trying to earn money by selling donated books for a buck. Well, what bibliophile would pass by books for a buck without even looking. Not I. So, upon perusal, I chose 4 books, one of which was being hailed on the back cover of this 1965 masterpiece as "It may be the best spy story anyone has ever read." There were also such words as "dazzling and compelling" along with "penetrating novel of our time". How could I possibly resist! I purchased The Spy Who Came in From the Cold by John le Carre. I have since finished it, and it was indeed compelling and cold. I'd have to leave out the dazzling though.

The second bit of info that I have to share was actually inspired by the drive home. I was coming back from work and cruising through the radio stations (I hate commercials and therefore surf my way home) when this song came on. "Without You" by Motley Crue. Now the title of this blog makes perfect sense! This song is not the best or greatest or most profound in any sense of any word, but it did take me back... to high school. For better or for worse. I was immediately reminded of my sophomore year, most of which I spent grounded. "Why?" you ask. Simple. It was because of my first boyfriend. He lived in Soda Springs and his name was Ed. Again, the title fits perfectly. But wait, it gets better. Ed was on house arrest and I would go to Soda during the basketball games and spend it on his porch freezing my tush off because he didn't want to go into the house. I'm sorry, did I say house? I meant trailer, silly me. Since I was "in love" I would routinely stay on the porch longer than necessary, thus breaking curfew and get myself grounded. I tell ya! The things you do for love.

Yeah, when I put it this way it really does sound like a sad commentary on my high school years. You should almost feel sorry for me. Or perhaps it's an inspiring story... you really can change your stars. Let me emphasize that this was my sophomore year. I refer to it mainly as my dark year... I was enlightened later on in my high school career, broke up with Ed, and made it a fair amount of time without being grounded.

So, for your enjoyment (or pain) I give to you "Without You" by Motley Crue. I might also add that at one point in time I thought these guys were hot!! I am soooo glad that I snapped out of that. And for the record, Ed and I used to each have half of a pair of heart earrings that said "together forever". I forget which half I had the together or the forever. Again, the title. Can't help but wonder what happened to that guy.

The coolness of me...

So, there aren't many people in this world who realize just how cool I am. Seriously. Let me illustrate.

Friday I was having lunch up in the Skyroom with friends and co-workers. We were sitting there chatting and having a good old time when Brother Sampson walked past. Brother Sampson is my institute teacher and friend. When I was in the 6th Stake (singles stake) back in the day, he was in the Stake Presidency and I was in the Stake Relief Society Presidency and we had a chance to get to know each other. It's really fun having him as a teacher. He often jokes about how we grew up in the 6th Stake together, after which people turn around, look at me, and wonder just how old I am. Anyway, I digress... Brother Sampson was having lunch with a group of people also. He saw me, stopped and turned to his guest and said, "there is someone I want you to meet." He brought them to my table and said, "Lora, this is Virginia." I responded with a nice to meet you and a handshake. Brother Sampson related how he knew me. She was very cordial and we smiled at each other. I, being less than observant almost asked if she was the secretary at the Institute or something like that because I couldn't figure out what was so special that I was to meet her. I fortunately did not say any such thing, but just made a bit of small talk. They left, I sat down and began wondering what was so special about this "Virginia" person... then comprehension dawned on me.

Friday is the day that they have Devotionals in the cultural hall of the institute. Brother Sampson is the one who invites the speakers and subsequently takes them to lunch before they leave. That particular Friday the special guest speaker was Virginia Pearce, President Hinkley's daughter. I can't tell you how relieved I was that me and my sparkling whit didn't ask if she was the new secretary and how she liked working there!!! See, I told you I was cool!

The Namesake

I recently finished reading Jhumpa Lahiri's "The Namesake". OK, not so recently, but I needed some time to decide how I felt about the book. I also watched the movie with my husband because I was oh so curious about how it would transfer to the screen. What would be kept in? What would be left out? I believe the movie did it some justice but I did feel it necessary to stop and explain things to David as we watched.

It is about a Bengali couple who moves to New York from Calcutta. He is a professor and she is a housewife. They make their life together far away from their own families. They have a son whom they name Gogol after Ashoke's (the father) favorite Russian author. There is more to the story of his name but I need to leave something for you to discover on your own right? It is mostly Gogol's story. The journey of a young boy who grows up trying to find the balance between life in America and the traditions and culture of his Bengali family. I believe he does find balance in the end, although it is left fairly open-ended. Perhaps that is why I can't stop thinking about it.

It is a beautifully written story that I recommend if you like complex characters and hidden freedoms. Parts are filled with heartache and others with joy. In a way we all experience something similar to Gogol as we move through life trying to find out who we really are. Which parts of our heritage do we embrace and which do we do without?

My Job

For those of you who are wondering just exactly what it is I do all day with my time, I will share with you. Last Friday, the 12th to be exact, we did the Old Main Society Dinner. This is a dinner for those who have donated $10,000.00 or more to Utah State University. I have long believed that tuition should count but so far no one is on board with me.

Anyway, the University Advancement office get together with us and we design food and themes for the party. It's usually quite stressful because we have to serve roughly 400 people all at once. High stress, but the evening sure is beautiful. I didn't get to take too many pictures because I was running around for last minute stuff (like bowls to put the punch in and lighters for the candles, etc.) but I thought I would share some of them.

Ice Sculpture for the Reception before the meal.

Hors d'ouevres on carved ice block.

Table decor in the Ballroom.

Discontent

Do you ever find yourself feeling trapped and discontent with life? Today that's me. Not that I don't like my job or where I live or anything like that, but I want a vacation. It seems like life is so short, why not take advantage of the time we have and see as much of the world as possible. It's a dangerous mood to be in because I usually decide to throw caution and finances out the window... Really I just want to be on a beach somewhere with no resposibilities but to apply sunblock once every few hours. Wouldn't that be nice...

Peaches come in a can, they were put there by a man...

Once upon a time in the far away land of Hurricane, Lora was given two 5 gallon buckets of peaches by her wonderful inlaws. "What wonderful, money-saving joy!" exclaimed Lora upon receiving the gift. "I will take them home to Logan and bottle them so they can be enjoyed for months to come." And Lora did just that.

She went home and bought herself a pressure cooker, having learned the proper technique from her mother, and set to work. All evening and into the night she scalded, pealed, pared, and pressured her peaches. And all evening and into the night her husband David was by her side participating in such projects as the lifting of the pressure cooker and the taking off of the lid. They were both exhausted but pleased with their work.

A few days passed and more of the peaches became ripe enough to bottle. Lora decided that Saturday morning was the morning to finish preserving her wonderful peaches. David helped once again, this time with the peeling and paring but only for awhile as he had to run off to a study group so as not to fail his classes. So Lora finished the job herself. She filled the pressure cooker, tightened the lid, lit the stove and cooked those peaches. All seemed to be well in the land until it came time to take off the lid. You see, it wouldn't come off. All she had to do was twist and lift, but the lid would not twist. She grabbed pot-holders and tried again to no avail. "Perhaps the metal is still too hot and it needs to cool down," she thought to herself. So she went inside and took a shower while the metal cooled.

After getting dressed and attempting to do her hair, Lora tried the lid again. Still it wouldn't budge. By this time her frustration was starting to show in the vein in her forehead. "I'll show you!" she said to the lid, and immediately got a hammer and screw-driver. "Perhaps I can give the lid a little 'love tap' and help it move." So she positioned the screw-driver like a chisel and gently tapped the lid hoping it would slide enough to unlatch. Tap tap tap went the hammer. Then TAP TAP TAP went the hammer. Then TAP TAP TAP went the hammer. It didn't budge. Then the cussing began. Not out loud mind you, there were neighbors who could hear, but she was drop kicking her pressure cooker out the door in her head!

"What kind of a stupid pressure cooker is this that the lid won't come off! What am I supposed to do, call David every time I need the lid taken off! What a waste of time and money, I can't believe this is happening... stupid... mumble mumble... dumb... mumble mumble... pressure cooker... lid won't come off.. stupid... mumble mumble." Then the phone rang. It was Lora's mother. "How's the pressure cooker? Aren't you just loving it?!" said her mother, jovially. "NO!" Lora roared back giving voice to her frustrations. "I can't get the lid off!!!" "Have you read the instructions?" her mother replied. "No, but it's stupid, I can tell about these things and I'm clearly doomed!" cried Lora. "Well that's awful" said her mother sympathetically, "but perhaps you should take a look who knows, it might be helpful and if not you can take it back."

Lora thought about this and decided to give it a go. "In case of vacuum seal," read the instructions, "take a flat head screw-driver and gently lift around each wing-nut to break the seal being careful so as not to damage the metal." It seemed so simple she was sure it wouldn't work, but why not try to at least say she did. So Lora picked up the screw-driver and placed it by the first wing-nut and prepared to heave-ho. Applying approximately the pressure of the weight of her little finger, the lid lifted with a small pfft of air and the seal was broken revealing the peaches inside.

The moral of the story: no matter how stupid and unnecessary you think they are, always read the directions first.

For your enjoyment, the Presidents of the United States of America: Peaches

3 Years! Woo-hoo!

Yesterday was our 3rd wedding anniversary. Can you believe it! In some ways it seems like just yesterday, in others it feels like we've been together much longer. We got a slow start, like it taking him multiple years to finally ask me out and then forever to finally kiss me, but it has all been worth the wait. I don't think that I could have asked for a better match for me. Just goes to show that the Lord knows what he is doing... and it's a good thing because I certainly don't.

So, here's a tribute to my husband, Michael David Sullivan. To the man who puts up with my mood swings, who knows how to calm me down (for the most part), who sees me for who I am and loves me anyway. To the man who cleans the bathroom and helps with the dishes. Who makes me laugh when I need it and even when I don't. He is truly the love of my life.

This song is for him. I don't think either could be considered a Rod Stewart fan, but this song just fits. It's kind of a cheesy version, but you get the idea. Love ya David!

Nature

David and I drove to Hurricane this last weekend. We went down for his grandparent's 70th wedding anniversary. Can you believe it! If we make it 70 years we'll be in our hundreds at the celebration... don't really think that will take place.

Anyway, normally it is a drive that I abhor in a way. It's just so dang long. And there are so many patches of nothingness to see that I just never get excited about the drive. Don't get me wrong, I love to go and see his family. I get along with them so well! In fact David and I have often commented that holidays would be so much easier if one of our families didn't like us. (I actually used to want to marry someone with a dysfunctional family cause then I wouldn't have to miss holidays with my own.)

Now, back to the drive and the nothingness therein. I actually did most of the driving. David had homework to read so he sat in the passenger seat and read his math books out loud to me. (I should totally get a gold star for that too.) Fortunately I wasn't bored to tears, but I also felt no great obligation to really listen to him either. I started scanning the countryside as we passed by going 80 miles per hour and what I found delighted me. In the deserted countryside between Utah Valley and St. George were thousands and thousands of the wild yellow sunflower-looking flowers lining the freeway. It was beautiful! I had seen them before, but never so abundantly. The whole median was filled to over-flowing in places. I began to look further and found vegetation that was actually still green in September filling in the spaces between the sagebrush. There was a quiet beauty about it. Much better than burnt, dry, desert. Perhaps that was my gold star.

Completely addicted to...

Yep, I'm addicted to Junior Mints. I love the creamy minty middle that bursts into my mouth. The dark chocolate shell surrounds the hidden treasure perfectly. Whether purchased at the movie theater or smuggled in by purse, no movie is complete with out a box of Junior Mints at my side.

Hubbard Family Olympics

I don't know how many of you out there are aware that the Olympics are not just in Beijing this year. True, it doesn't have the coverage that Beijing does, but we have high hopes for future years. I bring to you, Olympic grade slip-n-slide... sure to be the next new event to join the Olympic venue.

Here we have the athletes lining up to try their skills

There sheer determination is evident on many an athlete's face.

It takes a lot of skill and muscle strength to stay on the actual slide.

Clearly this is not a sport for men only, just look at the joy on her face.

As the athletes progress, an element of style is introduced into the games.



And of course, there are the upcoming Olympic hopefuls.
And the smooth slide into the pond.
On other news, here's little Wesley with his grandma.

And another new addition, here is Kierstin Tennant, a new niece.