Saturday, March 13, 2010

Puerto Vallarta

Rusty had a one-day "conference" this past January in Puerto Vallarta but we decided to make a four day weekend out of it. We left Louisville's 12 degree weather and arrived 8 hours later in Mexico's 83 degree weather. Here is the view from our hotel room balcony. We slept with the sliding glass door open in order to hear the waves.

Our second night there we took a tour called "Rhythms of the Night." I thought it would be totally cheesy; it was any thing but. We took an hour-long boat ride across the bay. I had a Margarita in my hands before I sat down on the boat (which was quickly replaced with a Diet Coke). Mexican hotties (men) serving alcohol, with loud music blaring. I renamed it the "booze cruise." This is what we saw as we pulled up to the beach. There was a long trail with candles that lead to tables and buffet. They also had people dressed up as ancient Mexicans from the Aztec period leading the way and playing instruments (I renamed them Lamanites).

We had our own table on the beach overlooking the ocean (no electricity in this place. . .only candles). The food was awesome and finally we experienced a show consisting of mostly drums and modern dancers dressed as ancient Mexicans. I am not doing it justice, but it was super cool and kind of romantic, which I'm never really romantic. After all the romance, we were thoroughly entertained yet again by the even more drunk people on the boat ride home. I have not laughed that hard in a long time.

Why take only one dessert when you can have three?

Rusty's the one on my left.

The third day (Rusty didn't have to go to classes;) we took a more adventurous trip called "Outdoor Adventure." It began with a half -hour speed boat ride to the mountainous area in Puerta Villarta. We arrived in a small fishing town that looked like this. Rusty was in heaven. He does not like the "touristy" section of any where we go. He wants the "real deal."

More "culture."

Then we were positioned in these rather large, rather LOUD trucks and driven up the mountain. The only saving grace was the bus-like hand straps above our heads to keep me from laying on the guy next to me everytime the driver made a sharp left. After a quick stop by the driver to get some fruit from his friend, we were at our destination.

Our tour guides. What they didn't lack was comic relief to make me forget I was zip lining 200 feet above the ground. They were all hillarious!!!
These guys didn't know Rusty spoke Spanish at first, so after they put me on a psycho-mule-with-a-mind-of-his-own- that-almost-threw-me-twice, Rusty heard them tell each other what a HUGE mistake it was to give me that creature. My mule was quickly replaced, and that, for me was the hardest/scariest part of the "adventure."

Rusty and his very tame mule.

Now that we were at the top of the mountain, we needed to come down. We alternated zip-lining and repeling. This leg ended in freezing cold water.

I'm below Rusty, almost at the bottom.



I look at these pictures and can't believe I did it. I think the trick was that the guides did a little training on how to hold the ropes and slow down before you landed , but they didn't really give me a chance to stop and think about what I was doing.
The final zip line was a race. Of course I won (the guides pushed me hard and first to give me the advantage, but I think I would have won anyway).
We had a blast. This was the PERFECT vacation for me and Rusty because we did adventerous stuff (like he prefers) and layed on the beach and ordered room service by the pool (like I prefer).
Thanks Grandma Kathy for taking care of our little kids once again.

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

New Blog Banner. . .One of the Stages of Grieving???

My selfless friend Lacey, who moved to a mountain home almost a year ago, offered her condolences a few weeks ago when my dad passed away. I took advantage of her kindness and talent, and asked her to help me want to blog again by updating my banner. See I use to blog for my dad. If I didn't post something for a few days he would call and ask what was keeping me so busy that I couldn't "update" him on his grand kids (especially his clone-like red-headed one). The problem for me was that every time I got on my blog, seeing my old set up, I would think about my dad. Now, it's new, fresh and inviting for me to generate new and exciting adventure of our very normal and boring life.

THANKS LACEY!!!

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Christmas 2009

The Sunday before Christmas. I wonder how many more years my kids will be so willing to "pose" for me.





Ever since Meg and Ben were one and two years old, I have taken a picture of them sitting on Uncle Mark and Aunt Valerie's couch after helping decorate their tree.


The snacks. Family secret recipe dip, bugles, cookies, candy and wassail.

Decorating gingerbread houses.

Christmas Eve

Right before going to bed on Christmas Eve.

Christmas morning.

Ben's video Flip. In the background,Sam's football guys (he asked Santa for this so he could set up plays).

Everyone is down playing the Wii, except Molly who got a DS (Meg gave her her old one) and is in the mist of the mess playing her Dora game.

Molly's favorite gift. The Bitty twins named Emily and Derrick (no clue where she got those names).

Eating pie and cheesecake for dessert.

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Learning to Sew

The few days before Christmas sometimes drag (you know, waiting for Santa). We decided to make gingerbread men out of felt and buttons. I thought it would be a fun way to teach my kids how to sew on buttons, which actually came in handy a few weeks later when Ben had to sew three buttons on his church blazer.





Meg, Ben, Sam and Molly

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Here Comes Santa Claus

Finally blogging our Christmas.
With Santa at our Ward Christmas Party. Favorite part of this picture is that Meg has green and red rubber bands on her braces to celebrate.


Wednesday, January 13, 2010

Grieving


Meg and Ben with their cousins Marshall and Abbie during the viewing.
My mom is an only child and my dad had only one sister. These are three of my four 1st cousins.

Some of my dad's grandchildren practicing the song for the funeral.

This picture is tender to me. Again, my mom was an only child and in the wheel chair is my Aunt Ruby, my grandma's only sister. When I saw her I was vividly reminded of how much I miss my Grandma the last 25 years. All my siblings, my sister-in-law and mom are in this picture.

Ben was my rock the entire weekend.


Rusty and Ben were pallbearers.



Me with my dad's sister, Aunt Audrey.

Driving away in the limo with my mom, sisters, Rusty and Ben. I see my brother linger to say a final good-bye.
This tragedy has brought me closer to all my family members (I feel blessed for that), but without my husband, Rusty, I could not have endured the past four days. Rusty took two pages of my nonsense notes about my dad's life and produced an amazing 6 page life sketch (eulogy) for me to deliver.

My deepest thank you to all my friends for your kind words, flowers, meals, cards, help with my kids and mostly support to let me grieve.