Showing posts with label Family. Show all posts
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Monday, November 26, 2012

Things I like about Jen.

This was another blog topic fed to me by my dear one.

Here are 31 things I like about Jen.  Arbitrary number, of course.

  1. She is a fantastic writer.  She wrote me emails, missionary letters, AIM chats, lunch love notes and the like throughout our courtship which were well-thought-out and lovely to read.
  2. She is thoughtful.  She sends people cookies, black beans, and cake mixes in the mail when their local grocery options are limited.  
  3. She is an extraordinary cook.  She has a great command of a whisk and other kitchen paraphenalia, and can innovate upon a recipe to make it taste better.
  4. She is compassionate.  Early in our marriage she brought up the idea of "giving a gift to Jesus" which really entailed giving financially for the benefit of the poor and needy.  I was touched.
  5. She's a cautious driver.  Jen keeps the rules of the road and gives plenty of space to the hooligans who drive around here.  She even coaches to help this hooligan drive more courteously.
  6. She is punctual.  When I have a place to be with Jen, we are never late.  It's quite nice to be early to meetings/classes/appointments, because then we get a good seat and can be calm.
  7. She's got the softest skin.  This one is a little harder to observe if you're not nearby.  She passed on the soft skin gene to Blake also, who is kissably soft.
  8. She has a sense of fashion.  Not only does that keep her snappily dressed, but it helps me up my game.  I receive compliments on days I wear clothing Jen picked out or purchased.
  9. She's very intelligent.  She keeps up with current events among our nation and the nations of the world.  She knows the opinions of people I've never heard of, and knows why countries are hurting.
  10. She's a cartophile.  Have you been to our house to see the Map of the World Showercurtain?  It's yet one more reason to take a long, warm shower when you come to New Engla nd.
  11. Fall is her favorite season. I had never thought through my reasons to have a favorite season, because they all have something to offer.  But to a Mainer, the world is just crisper and more beautiful in fall.
  12. Her hair.  Oh, her hair.  Have you seen it recently?  It shines, has a little curl, and she has discovered how to be the "hair whisperer" to make it into the most beautiful array of locks.
  13. She is thrifty.  She can take $5 and turn it into something wonderful, through yard sales, thrifting, deal-hunting, or innovating with items on hand.  She's also willing to leave the money in the bank.
  14. She is crafty.  And who doesn't like a craft?  She's handy with a glue gun, sewing machine, vinyl cutter, photo editing software, cross-stitch, and crochet hook.  Yeah, all of the above.
  15. She likes to hand-stitch the bindings on her quilts.  Yeah, I didn't know what a binding was a few years ago.  But Jen has a knack for it, and makes some beautiful fabric creations.
  16. She's got the cutest wrinkly-nose smile.  She used to do it alot more, but I guess I teased it away.  My comments weren't supposed to scare it into submission, but I don't see those wrinkles much anymore.
  17. She's got compassion for children.  She doesn't even have to know them, and her heart swells up with desires for their well-being.  It grieves her soul when help is beyond her control.
  18. She takes immaculate notes.  She was a research office secretary, then a Department secretary at BYU's business school, so she has a talent for connecting her ears to her hands to paper.
  19. She can type like a hundred words per minute, or something obscenely fast, at least.  And she only uses 6 fingers, folks!  It's amazing.  I admire that she could use that skill to pump out college papers.
  20. She wants me to succeed.  She urged me into my educational plan, she helps prep me for business meetings, she lets me try out new handyman projects to see if they work.
  21. She has a beautiful alto singing voice.  We used to sing in the choir together, and it was lots of fun to be able to pick her voice out among the other altos.  I guess that comes of years of listening to her.
  22. She can tickle the ivories, too!  It's one of my favorite things to brag about on Jen's behalf, and perhaps one of the things that embarrasses Jen the most when I tell them.  She really is talented.
  23. She's humble about her skill-set.  Though, she really could give herself more credit for being awesome.  She is a woman so well-versed that she doesn't need to be shy about it, after all.
  24. She gave me children.  That is to say, she and I are raising 2.5 sons together, and I love that she has dedicated her professional life to rearing them in love and righteousness.  I love that she loves them.
  25. She shops with a grocery list.  This is no ordinary grocery list either.  It's based upon a weekly menu.  And charted out according the store floor-plan.  And has target prices for the produce aisle.
  26. She can drive a stick-shift.  We honeymooned driving a Plymouth Sundance.  Then our first summer together, we borrowed the Justy.  Then we bought the Outback, the car of my dreams.
  27. She wants me to have a garage.  To house my workshop.  And my canoe.  Which garage would naturally be attached to a house in a suburb or rural area.  In which we'll raise our posse of children.
  28. She prioritizes clean sheets.  This means that I get that crisp fresh feeling on a regular basis and sleep well at night with the tight weave tickling my toes.
  29. She enjoys charts.  Including my geeky charts about our family energy consumption, budget, or height.  She offers to help me create charts to help me organize for my calling at church, etc.
  30. She appreciates antiques.  I see much beauty in things as they were, and really enjoy seeing things persist across generations.  Hand-me-down vintage clothing, old furniture, tools, appliances.  Neat!
  31. She knows I love her.  The reason I like it is because knowing that she knows makes it so much easier to step aside from disagreements and refocus on the big picture sometimes.

Thursday, November 22, 2012

A Brief Photo Essay: Thanksgiving.

This year is our first ever Thanksgiving on Cape Cod.  We've done Easter, Memorial Day, Labor Day, New Years, and several in-between days at Chatham over the years, but never a Thanksgiving.  Our lucky day!

Here's what it looked like:
The Place-tags, courtesy of Jennifer'ose.

The Serving Buffet: In Action.

My Portion.  Firsts and Seconds on One Plate.

The Company.  Blake slept through the whole dinner.

Sunday, September 9, 2012

Pratt Camp and Minnesota

Long time, no see, right? Tonight is our big catch up on the blog...hopefully you won't get too bored. =) 

During the first week of August, Joe took the week off so we could go to Pratt Camp---a week reserved every year on Scott's side of the family. This year we had the aunts/uncles/cousins from both Colorado and Mississippi and it was DEFINITELY a great, relaxing time. 

Joe was SO excited to get the sailboat out. (Ian was equally as excited.)

Joe got MANY hours in the boat--and he's really become quite an impressive sailor!

Blake spent a lot of time on the dock. Sometimes this was more exciting than others.

...one minute Blake is on the dock, the next he's riding point-man in the canoe. After a brief heart attack, I had the wherewithal to grab the camera and take a picture.

LOTS of fishing happened this week--including with sticks. 


Also? Mini Golf! Blake thought his putter was fun for about a minute...then he realized that he needed to feel dejected because he didn't have a taller one. Regardless, he was very serious about his putting.

Hole in one! (No, really! A hole in one!) He was VERY excited to share this news with Great Papa Pratt, who is our family's resident daily golfer.

Mmmmmm. Chowder on lobster night at camp.

I love Maine. With all my heart.

Blake is spotted on the dock once again!

Joe took the boys geocaching one afternoon and they came back telling tales of all the blackberries they found...

....so Joe and I went back and got a whole bucket-full. Mmmmmm. Antioxidants.

Blake REALLY enjoyed the spoils.

I dare you to tell me this is not adorable.

On the last day of camp, Ian got to learn to row by himself--and he did a GREAT job.
He can steer, he can go forward and backward...he's a natural New Englander!

Fishing with Uncle Andrew was a special treat.
(Thanks, Uncle Andrew, for being the point-man on the fishing!)
Not more than a week after we got home from Pratt Camp, it was time to head to Minneapolis. Joe had a paper accepted at and was presenting at a conference there, so we took the bait and tagged along to see his sister, Shara, and her family.

Who loves airplanes? MY boys love airplanes.

Thank goodness for boys-who-love-airports when a layover is 3 hours long.

One of our first stops was to the Minneapolis Sculpture Garden--it was beautiful!

Ian was especially captivated by these HUGE boulders that were covered in metal.
(It reminded me of fillings...) =)

But more exciting than sight-seeing was spending time with cousins Jackson, Nathan, and Noelle.

Blake really WAS enthused about Minnehaha Falls, I promise.

Did I mention Uncle Ben flew in, too? UNCLE BEN FLEW IN! Oh, how we love Uncle Ben.
My boys could NOT have been happier to have him around that week!

Just over the river from where we were in Minnesota was the lovely town of Hudson, Wisconsin.
Joe grabbed a geocache there (to add in another state to his belt), and I hoped to get some fried cheese curds.
We were 1-for-2. My belly betrayed me and I got sick.....DARN BELLY!

Guess who else came!! Grandmama and Grandaddy and Uncle Spencer!
And we celebrated with a LOVELY trip to the St. Paul Cathedral. Blake only injured himself a LITTLE bit. 

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Deep Sea Fishing with Uncle Kevin

At the end of Pratt Camp Ian and I went out with Uncle Kevin on his fishing boat, on the hunt for some tasty Codfish.  I ended up registering for a salt-water fishing permit ($1) which covers me within 5 miles of the shoreline or something like that, but Kevin said we'd be farther out that that.  We went out to the West Cod Ledge.
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The Captain and his First Mate.

You should have heard Ian giggling the whole way out!

I don't normally see the Portland Head Light from this vantage point!  It was neat!

Ram Island Light.

Getting down to business.

Getting lessons.

Mild course-correction.  "Watch those buoys.  That's where our fish are."

Once we reached there, the heave of the water started to get to me.  I left the fishing up to the professionals.

Ian danced the line for the bottom-feeders.

Literally a minute later, he had a bite!

He did quite a bit of the reeling in, but found it a bit tiring.

Look at that little cod!  We're in the right place!

Kevin thought it a bit small, so we threw him back.  (Little did we know he'd be the only cod that morning, and the rest weren't good for eating.)

Yeah.  So.  Um, the reason the next picture is from heading back in is because I couldn't keep my wits about me, and I got a bit seasick.  Yeah, it's true, but next time I'm taking Dramamine!

Isn't she beautiful?

Ian said he didn't feel very well either.  I thought he was sleeping, but he promises he "just had his eyes closed".  Riiiight.

The calm of Casco Bay.

Our Captain had nav charts, a GPS, a fish-finder, the works.  Fun to be at sea!

Kevin, Ian, and cousin Troy (Terena's son).

Kevin, Ian, and Joe.

Swabbing the deck.
 The next round of adventure was going up to watch the tuna boat haul in its catch.  Amazing.  They were holding a tuna tournament, and were going strong.  We watched them weigh in two fish, 248 lb, 78", and 299, 81".  Amazing.  Those are going to bring some good $$$ to the fishermen at sushi prices!

Ian's classic adventurous look.

Fish #1 on the crane.

Isn't she a beauty?

I should have had Ian take his shirt off.

They only take the fish off the ice once they buyer has arrived, then they put it straight into the shipping truck, on ice.  If it's high quality, it'll go straight to the airport to fly to Japan.  If it's okay, it'll stay in the US and go to New York or stay locally.

After weighing, measuring, and gloating, the buyer cuts off the head/tail/fins to leave a nice chub of tuna to take away.  The fisherman kept the head and tail.  As prizes?  To scavenge a bit of meat?  I can only assume.  A small sample was taken for testing at Woods Hole Oceanographic Institute.  Finding his cousins, no doubt.  Tough way to keep your genealogy.

Here's number two.  Note that when they pack it on ice, they  first cut out the organs and stuff the cavern with ice.  I guess that helps keep the fish fresher for longer.

The real crew.

The fake crew.  And yet, it was AMAZING to see such a huge fish, caught by rod and reel, and hauled into the boat BY HAND.  (To meet tournament spec, of course).  The state record for Bluefin is like 819 lb, and if anyone beats that record, they win the grand price of $50,000.  Otherwise, you settle for a paltry $6,250 and the price of the fish at like $30 a pound.