Wednesday, February 16, 2011

on such a winter's day

Road trip! 

Wish we were on one right now. It's so cold outside, I'm California dreaming. 
So here are a million pictures of our Christmas in paradise.

In-and-out Burger
Holy Cow! A SLO classic: the Madonna Inn Chocolate cake.

Boy cousins
Happy Birthday, Maia!
 Favorite past-time at Grandpa's house: Golf Cart!

Climbing "indian rock" in front of the house
Camille and Berk observing birthing season for the elephant seals
Grandpa and Grandma, great hosts and tour guides

Caitlin and Sydney

Even the dirt and sand in California look golden!
Madelyn and Maia
Yes, Sydney really does wear her 3D glasses (sans lenses) ALL the time!
Decorating cookies for Santa
Girl cousins
Boy cousins

Christmas Eve feast

and program
New Christmas eve nightgowns and grandma O's custom caps
Chocolate fountain! Thanks, Danny!
Christmas day--Grandma A's custom aprons. Lucky girls!
 
This flock of wild turkeys visited us every day to pilfer pomegranates
Berkeley's happy place.
Mike's happy place: Chili Peppers in downtown SLO.
 I'm a dyed-in-the-wool Oregonian, but right about February, I fantasize about defecting. 
Oh, but look at the weather report! It's raining there today. Ha ha!

Monday, December 20, 2010

holiday stress

Maybe it's the sugar overload. Or the travel overload. Or the schedule overload. This Christmas is less relaxed than Christmases past. Here are the lists I made when I got up this morning.


 To-do lists for myself and each kid. Pack list for California. Shopping list. Maia's birthday party list.

On a happier note, my niece Jessica got married in the Portland temple last weekend and we were able to travel to both beautiful Oregon receptions.

And as an added bonus, we got a picture of our whole family smiling (sort of) and facing the same direction (sort of) in the temple atrium. Hooray! That is a rare occasion, indeed.

Monday, November 22, 2010

there's no business like show business

BFFs: emily, katie, maia, and syd
For days I've been waiting for the girls to crash or meltdown or both. The late nights, irregular mealtimes, the spotlights, the chaos, the constant party backstage, the make-up touch-ups, the braiding and rebraiding of the hair, the stress, the fun, the hilarity...but these girls are superstars. They have taken it all in stride. In fact, I'll just be honest, I'm the only one who has had any meltdowns around here lately. The post-play let-down is a bit brutal.

So as reality sets back in, I keep coming back to the question--is it all worth it?

I've been ambivalent about "Annie, Get Your Gun!" all along, for various reasons. Some of which I've already written about. But I didn't even know until last week that this version isn't the same as the one we saw this summer. When I saw the "revival" ending, in which Frank throws the match because Annie is throwing the match, I felt enormous relief. Great job, Rogers and Hammerstein, on fixing an adorable yet flawed storyline. Both the gender-tension and the race-insensitivity are toned down to a palatable level. Toss out "I'm An Indian Now," and "Annie's" songs are among the most catchy and comical of all the musicals out there. It is a darling, entertaining play.

there's no business like show business. i'm in the middle, second row.

"Moonshine Lullaby." my trio with new friends, Erin and Margaret

steve ashby with his dinner-run daughters

But still, is being in a play worth the time and effort? The neglect of other areas of life? The delusion that because something is all-encompassing it is actually important? Here are the "lessons learned" I've come up with to justify the last couple of months. I learned to smile, cooperate, dance (sort of), and harmonize while spinning. I have marveled at the talents of others and enjoyed seeing them get their time in the spotlight. Even though some, like Heidi, Heidi, Judy, Jill, Julianna, and Laura weren't under the literal lights. I just can't believe how amazing they are. Old friendships were strengthened and new friendships were made. Plus, it was fun!
waiting in the wings for their time on stage
I could do a whole blogpost on lessons learned from ballroom dancing. I had to deal with some of my issues--like following someone else's lead, spinning, wearing something too beautiful to hide in, falling backward hoping someone is there to do the catching, physical coordination, and overall exposing myself to scrutiny. All of those facets of fear turned into great learning experiences. Plus, again, it was fun! 


curtain call, with my brave and dashing dance partner, Steve
It may be a once in a decade experience, but it has been unforgettable and I wouldn't do anything different--except maybe feel less conflicted about it from the start.

Let's go on with the show!

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

poe-mance

I heard a slight groan, and I knew it was the groan of mortal terror. It was not a groan of pain or of grief --oh, no! --it was the low stifled sound that arises from the bottom of the soul when overcharged with awe. I knew the sound well. Many a night, just at midnight, when all the world slept, it has welled up from my own bosom, deepening, with its dreadful echo, the terrors that distracted me.

I'm having a little romance with Edgar Allen Poe this week, inspired  by the spirit of the season and all things spooky. I am not a fan of modern horror, but I love the good old classic stuff: a man sealed in by a brick wall, a heart pulsating loudly under the floorboards, a costume ball crashed by a sinister uninvited guest...

The Sylvia Beach Hotel on the Oregon coast has each room decorated for a different author. Mike and I once stayed in the Edgar Allen Poe room, which will give you that Halloween vibe any time of  year.
At the flip of a switch, the blade really swings over the bed. There is a closet door that opens to a brick wall (with toes pointing out), lush dark walls and decor, and a black stuffed raven, which probably still stares at guests today. Evermore.

I've been treating/subjecting the kids to dramatic poetry readings, and I think the first Poe I ever heard as a child is still my favorite today.


ANNABEL LEE
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea. 


Family: Thanks to Aunt Gail, I have an audio cassette preserving that great old 3-D's record. But do any of you  have the original vinyl? Mom? Carl?


HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!! 

Thursday, September 30, 2010

know your religions

Test your knowledge of world religions at the Pew Forum on Religion and Public Life by clicking here: QUIZ

I got 100%, but that's no surprise. I was educated at Brigham Young University, after all. Apparently atheists, Jews and Mormons score highest. Why exactly? Do they feel more compelled to study religion because they find themselves needing to defend their faith (or lack thereof)? Or do they value education more than other groups? Or is it the other way around--could there be a correlation between being educated and ending up atheist, Jewish or Mormon?

I'm going to refrain from editorializing on the specific questions specific groups missed until you all get a chance to take the quiz. Spoilers are welcome in the comments, however!

Here is an extra little quiz. Name the three religions (in order) represented in the edifices below: