Our favorite thing every year is the pipe band!
Sunday, July 03, 2005
Friday, July 01, 2005
A DRY HEAT
Yesterday I got an email from a Montana friend of mine who is living in Mesa now. She was describing how her kids are mostly hanging out and swimming this summer and how they are going to visit their Grandma in Tucson next week—Sabino Canyon, more swimming, Gaslight Theatre. And don’t forget the eegee’s!
This email sent me down memory lane and I started thinking about our summers growing up. The staying up late and getting up late, watching cartoons and eating cereal and hurrying to get our little chores done so we could go swimming—either at our pool, the neighbors’, or the public pool. The public pool was usually the one at Palo Verde Park by our stake center (and right by the Gaslight, Deb!) and it was 25 cents to get in and they had a bunch of 25-cent snacks at the snack bar, too (I liked Fritos or a Bullet Popsicle).
We could usually swim a couple of hours until the thunder and lightning of the monsoons started around 4 pm and they kicked us all out of the pool. The running super-fast over the asphalt as it singed the soles of our feet. The water fun after the rain started and the washes (or “arroyos” in Spanish) filled up (yeah, I know like 10 people died every summer from doing stupid stuff like this, but hey, we survived). I don’t think Mesa gets as much monsoon action as Tucson, but that’s the thing I miss the most. I loved how the day would heat up to some ridiculous temperature and the skies would just let it rip and then it would smell so good out side, with the creosote and mesquite and sage. The night temperatures would be nice and cool and the sunsets would be awesome as the thunderclouds rolled off to the northwest.
Sabino Canyon is cheesily called “Our Desert Oasis,” but it really was. When we were teenagers getting away with our friends, or as school kids having a ditch day with our mom, Sabino Canyon was a magical place to swim, dive, wade, picnic and just CHILL! I heard that all of our swimming holes are gone and that makes me sad, but it’s still gorgeous.
So enjoy Tucson next week, guys. Have an eegee’s for me, and maybe a pizza at Little Anthony’s right there next to Gaslight (a pre- and post-stake dance hang out). And if you get the chance for a great dinner out, try El Charro down town—so fun and festive. Wave to my ‘hood as you drive past Park Place Mall—my neighborhood and elementary school and all that is just south of there!
All that said, I have just one thing to add: “Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah, it was a toasty 80 degrees today!” I miss AZ, but I do LOVE Montana. The world is a beautiful place.
This email sent me down memory lane and I started thinking about our summers growing up. The staying up late and getting up late, watching cartoons and eating cereal and hurrying to get our little chores done so we could go swimming—either at our pool, the neighbors’, or the public pool. The public pool was usually the one at Palo Verde Park by our stake center (and right by the Gaslight, Deb!) and it was 25 cents to get in and they had a bunch of 25-cent snacks at the snack bar, too (I liked Fritos or a Bullet Popsicle).
We could usually swim a couple of hours until the thunder and lightning of the monsoons started around 4 pm and they kicked us all out of the pool. The running super-fast over the asphalt as it singed the soles of our feet. The water fun after the rain started and the washes (or “arroyos” in Spanish) filled up (yeah, I know like 10 people died every summer from doing stupid stuff like this, but hey, we survived). I don’t think Mesa gets as much monsoon action as Tucson, but that’s the thing I miss the most. I loved how the day would heat up to some ridiculous temperature and the skies would just let it rip and then it would smell so good out side, with the creosote and mesquite and sage. The night temperatures would be nice and cool and the sunsets would be awesome as the thunderclouds rolled off to the northwest.
Sabino Canyon is cheesily called “Our Desert Oasis,” but it really was. When we were teenagers getting away with our friends, or as school kids having a ditch day with our mom, Sabino Canyon was a magical place to swim, dive, wade, picnic and just CHILL! I heard that all of our swimming holes are gone and that makes me sad, but it’s still gorgeous.
So enjoy Tucson next week, guys. Have an eegee’s for me, and maybe a pizza at Little Anthony’s right there next to Gaslight (a pre- and post-stake dance hang out). And if you get the chance for a great dinner out, try El Charro down town—so fun and festive. Wave to my ‘hood as you drive past Park Place Mall—my neighborhood and elementary school and all that is just south of there!
All that said, I have just one thing to add: “Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah, it was a toasty 80 degrees today!” I miss AZ, but I do LOVE Montana. The world is a beautiful place.
Thursday, June 30, 2005
Your ABC's
I just copied this ABC Quiz from a link I saw on DadGoneMad.com, a girl who left this comment (censored slightly):
A Letter to my Laundry:
Dear Laundry, Quit multiplying every single time I turn off the light g**dammit. I swear to G*d, last week I had you down to nothing...NOTHING! But this week there is a 6 foot (and growing) pile in my room, flowing like a cotton river out the door and into the hall. WHAT THE H*LL??? Stop it. Just stop it. Thank you. Kristine
Man, I just said the same thing today! How do I all of a sudden have two loads EVERY DANG DAY!?!
It's time to get a little interactive with the ABC Quiz...whatayasay? In case you don't know how to do this, click on the comments, copy (Ctrl+c) and paste (Ctrl + v) this quiz into the comment box and type your own answers over mine. Then visitors to my blog can read what you wrote and leave their own info! C'mon, it'll be fun!
A is for Age – 33 3/4
B is for Booze – NEVER!
C is for Career - Domestic Goddess
D is for Dad's name - James
E is for Essential Item to Bring to a Party – my well-rested self
F is for Favorite Song(s) of the Moment – Radiation Vibe by Fountains of Wayne (an oldie!)
G is for Goof Off Thing To Do – Read, take long baths
H is for Hometown – TUCSON, ARIZONA
I is for Instrument You Play – Piano, Flute, Tin Whistle (all poorly)
J is for Jam or Jelly You Like – triple berry blender jam and currant jam
K is for Kids – Two: Adeline and Heidi
L is for Living Arrangement – Married with children, moving into self-built house in a matter of weeks!
M is for Mom's Name - Lyndi
N is for Names of Best Friends – well, at my age, the list is exhausting because I have a lot of really truly wonderful friends that are/were situational but no less significant—so chronologically, those I’m still in touch with: Susan (Siouxsie), Jeanne & Georgia B., Heidi, Erin, Tom & Adriane, and last but not least, the grandparents, Bill & Lyn
O is for Overnight Hospital Stays – Two. Childbirth…I’m good at it.
P is for Phobias – creeping things touching me, especially those that are small and furry or poisonous; also, I have a HUGE sense of personal space and I can’t help but freak out when it gets invaded too much, even by my beloveds.
Q is for Quote You Like – “Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind.” ~Dr. Seuss
R is for Relationship That Lasted the Longest – I suppose you are asking about ROMANTIC relationships and that would have to be my husband if we are talking continuous, without “breaks”—nearly five uninterrupted years, beating my previous record of 2 yrs continuous and 10 yrs on-and-off
S is for Siblings – Counting Steps and Halves? Ready, Set, Go! Willy, Laura, Lisa, Sam, Dana, Jill, Matt, Sara, Amy, Mike, Marshall, Abby, Ryan, Rhonda, Erin, Kristi, Kelly, Kaycee
T is for Texas, ever been? – Several times, mostly passing through the panhandle—stinky Hereford, Amarillo, etc…Christmas 2002 was spent at Del Rio and San Antonio, though—lovely, place, that San Antonio
U is for Unique Trait – I believe I will one day steal Reagan’s title of Great Communicator—while his strength was speech, mine is letter-writing
V is for Vegetable You Love – Spinach or Green Beans
W is for Worst Trait – Yelling at my family, being loud/obnoxious
X is for X-rays you've had – mostly dental, unless you count ultra sounds
Y is for Yummy Food You Make – I am becoming a SALAD chef (o, the yummy salads I can make)—a great companion for my husband the Grill Master
Z is for Zodiac Sign – LIBRA
Now your turn!
A Letter to my Laundry:
Dear Laundry, Quit multiplying every single time I turn off the light g**dammit. I swear to G*d, last week I had you down to nothing...NOTHING! But this week there is a 6 foot (and growing) pile in my room, flowing like a cotton river out the door and into the hall. WHAT THE H*LL??? Stop it. Just stop it. Thank you. Kristine
Man, I just said the same thing today! How do I all of a sudden have two loads EVERY DANG DAY!?!
It's time to get a little interactive with the ABC Quiz...whatayasay? In case you don't know how to do this, click on the comments, copy (Ctrl+c) and paste (Ctrl + v) this quiz into the comment box and type your own answers over mine. Then visitors to my blog can read what you wrote and leave their own info! C'mon, it'll be fun!
A is for Age – 33 3/4
B is for Booze – NEVER!
C is for Career - Domestic Goddess
D is for Dad's name - James
E is for Essential Item to Bring to a Party – my well-rested self
F is for Favorite Song(s) of the Moment – Radiation Vibe by Fountains of Wayne (an oldie!)
G is for Goof Off Thing To Do – Read, take long baths
H is for Hometown – TUCSON, ARIZONA
I is for Instrument You Play – Piano, Flute, Tin Whistle (all poorly)
J is for Jam or Jelly You Like – triple berry blender jam and currant jam
K is for Kids – Two: Adeline and Heidi
L is for Living Arrangement – Married with children, moving into self-built house in a matter of weeks!
M is for Mom's Name - Lyndi
N is for Names of Best Friends – well, at my age, the list is exhausting because I have a lot of really truly wonderful friends that are/were situational but no less significant—so chronologically, those I’m still in touch with: Susan (Siouxsie), Jeanne & Georgia B., Heidi, Erin, Tom & Adriane, and last but not least, the grandparents, Bill & Lyn
O is for Overnight Hospital Stays – Two. Childbirth…I’m good at it.
P is for Phobias – creeping things touching me, especially those that are small and furry or poisonous; also, I have a HUGE sense of personal space and I can’t help but freak out when it gets invaded too much, even by my beloveds.
Q is for Quote You Like – “Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind.” ~Dr. Seuss
R is for Relationship That Lasted the Longest – I suppose you are asking about ROMANTIC relationships and that would have to be my husband if we are talking continuous, without “breaks”—nearly five uninterrupted years, beating my previous record of 2 yrs continuous and 10 yrs on-and-off
S is for Siblings – Counting Steps and Halves? Ready, Set, Go! Willy, Laura, Lisa, Sam, Dana, Jill, Matt, Sara, Amy, Mike, Marshall, Abby, Ryan, Rhonda, Erin, Kristi, Kelly, Kaycee
T is for Texas, ever been? – Several times, mostly passing through the panhandle—stinky Hereford, Amarillo, etc…Christmas 2002 was spent at Del Rio and San Antonio, though—lovely, place, that San Antonio
U is for Unique Trait – I believe I will one day steal Reagan’s title of Great Communicator—while his strength was speech, mine is letter-writing
V is for Vegetable You Love – Spinach or Green Beans
W is for Worst Trait – Yelling at my family, being loud/obnoxious
X is for X-rays you've had – mostly dental, unless you count ultra sounds
Y is for Yummy Food You Make – I am becoming a SALAD chef (o, the yummy salads I can make)—a great companion for my husband the Grill Master
Z is for Zodiac Sign – LIBRA
Now your turn!
Wednesday, June 29, 2005
From the Hive
THE BEEHIVES (in March): This is the class of girls I teach at church (two girls are missing from this picture) and they are hilarious. I read this funny article in McSweeney's today that made me think of them. Middle School is so crazy and ruthless and I can remember all the drama so clearly when I listen to them. Of course, I can't tell them that none of it will matter in, like, 6 months because I know you can't really see that far into the future at thirteen! I luv 'em to pieces!
Tuesday, June 28, 2005
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