tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-324294652024-03-07T07:03:15.116-07:00Joey/Denny/EmmaJoey/Denny/Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02688286859801175265noreply@blogger.comBlogger210125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32429465.post-62188750342738133322016-10-06T19:34:00.000-06:002016-10-06T19:38:16.922-06:00Working Out My Mind and Body<br />
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I have reacquainted myself with the ol' neighborhood 24 hour facility lately. It was either that or take up the lucrative offer to be Draper's "Sumo of the Year." And while the actual workout is rather refreshing (blackouts and dizziness notwithstanding), I have found another unexpected challenge each time I blaze my early morning trail to the Stair Masters.<br />
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Turns out I have a difficult time remembering everything I need to take with me for the rest of my day. Almost without exception something is left behind. I then map out in my head how to adapt and improvise. As an example, I forgot dark socks. Since I go to work directly after my workout, I think how to get around my newly found deficit. In the case of the dark socks, I had to make a trip to Mr Mac for three new pair (Gold Toe Specials). <br />
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I have also forgot a towel (drip dry), brush (finger comb), hair treatment (Gene Wilder hair day), and a belt (don't try running for the train). This week was special. I forgot my pants. That's a deal killer. I had them all laid out the night before, and left them in their designated spot. I didn't realize it until after returning from a 10 minute steam. I had to wear my regular shirt with my now moist gym trunks back home. <br />
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I didn't used to have this problem. I doesn't help that I have to plan out for the whole day, but it shouldn't be that hard to do. Hopefully it will get better as I go along. That's ok if it doesn't. At least I will be off of the Sumo radar. Ok then.<br />
<br />Joey/Denny/Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02688286859801175265noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32429465.post-20747539801541994172015-09-21T19:02:00.000-06:002015-09-21T20:05:50.626-06:00The Year of the Watermelon (Not)!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The summer of 2015 will go down in my book as a lousy year for watermelons. I've noticed a gradual decline in the quality of the watermelons these past few years, but this year the watermelon quality graph dropped off the edge of the ol' picnic table.</div>
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The best melon this year was the first one we tried from Costco in early May. At that point I was thinking, "This is going to be a banner year for the melon," but I was sorely mistaken. Emma picked out that initiatory orb, and perhaps, in retrospect, I should have stuck with that strategy throughout. But alas, I have been consumed with sampling new strategies in the months that have followed with dismal results: Thumping them for a "solid" feel, thumping them for a "hollow" feel, looking for multiple bee stings, looking for a large yellow spot on the bottom, and the ever popular - looking for a large stem footprint with sugar oozing out of the end.</div>
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Maybe I was employing the wrong strategy at the wrong time of the year (as my failures at fishing would suggest). My theory is this: the seedless watermelon has been cross-breeded to the point of worthlessness. They can breed for texture, but it louses up the color most of the time, and with the sweetness all of the time. Many a time my initial cut has revealed a pale pink center that makes it difficult to distinguish the meat from the rind.</div>
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Seeded melons are sweeter as a whole, but the selection is smaller, and the prices are always higher, sometimes double the price of the seedless. I refuse to pay $11.50 for a 24 lb. hernia buster whose only useful purpose would be for hollow-point target practice (<u>Day of the Jackal </u>reference- original).</div>
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I am also of the opinion that if we lived closer to Texas, my days of melon envy would be minimized. We got great Texas melons in Tennessee years back - unless the watermelon gene-pool hooligans have invaded the great state of Texas as well. Lets hope not.</div>
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Anyway, that's my take on the situation, and I'm sticking to it. The melon in the picture above was from my last melon of the year, and it was O.K. I need to come up with something different to eat while sitting on my front porch next summer....maybe yucca.</div>
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<br />Joey/Denny/Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02688286859801175265noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32429465.post-18382430066372494952014-08-20T20:28:00.001-06:002014-08-20T20:32:35.604-06:00A Relaxing Journey<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
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<span style="text-align: left;">Where, you may ask, the hell have we been? I just noted that it has been a year and two days since our last post. I think the only people now who visit our blog are the weirdos from eastern Europe who use our site to advertise I'm not sure what. I wonder who they are expecting to reach with their comments, as they are automatically deleted before they show up on the blog. The only reason I know of their existence is the fact that we receive emails which say they have posted a comment.</span></div>
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The Giants started strong and have faded, so I suppose I will mention a few of the highlights of our summer excursion to Omaha, Nebraska. On the Amtrak. On the California Zephyr.</div>
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It was beauty. I wouldn't recommend this option for anyone who pops a blood vessel in their forehead when their itinerary has a kink. When traveling by rail, kinks will be had. There were a few delays along the way (six hours on the outbound leg), but when on the Amtrak that is to be expected. For the most part, everybody on the train was civil and had been resigned to the fact that that is the way this particular cookie crumbles. </div>
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This was the first train trip I had taken for probably over 40 years, when our family visited Aunt Marge in California. The fact that I can remember that trip only confirms the fact that it was memorable, and with any luck Emma will also keep memories of this trip long into her future. The purpose of this viaje was to visit my sister and brother-in-law, who reside in the tourist mecca that is Omaha. It rained a bit while we were there, but being from a desert environment, it was a splendid change of scenery. </div>
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A splendid spread Chez McKinlay</div>
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A relaxed trio</div>
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We were go, go, going all of the time. We ate at a place featured on Triple D, visited the air and space museum, a great bar-b-que joint (don't order the chicken tortilla soup), the Winter Quarters visitors center and Omaha LDS Temple, the wildlife reserve, and the Durham train museum. Thanks to Aunt Laurie, Uncle Mark, cousin Morgan and Moose the wonder dog for opening their home to us.</div>
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Even with the delays, it was well worth the effort. We were able to see new territory in a relaxed environment. Emma fell asleep in her lounge chair next to Ryan, a retired postal worker from Nebraska who plugged in his C-pap machine and zonked out. They were both dead to the world. </div>
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Last Sunday after church, Tom and Julie drove us to the International Rose Test Gardens in Portland. So very beautiful. We loved wandering around (with a couple hundred other people) admiring the amazing variety of roses.</div>
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On Monday morning, we drove to Newport and visited the <a href="http://aquarium.org/">Oregon Coast Aquarium</a> (and did not take pictures). Emma was more interested in going to the beach. We drove up the coast to Lincoln City and found a pretty beach just a short walk from our motel. <br />
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Had dinner at a good place called <a href="http://www.kyllosrestaurant.com/">Kyllo's</a> in Lincoln City that night. (Julie says we ate there in 1991 during a Hiatt family reunion...and Dad had a big bucket of clams. Do you remember this, Dad?)</div>
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We just got back from a week in Oregon and Washington. We left last Friday and drove to Baker City, Oregon. Everything looked so yellow and dry out the window. Somewhere in Idaho there were some fires on the horizon that contributed to this impressive cloud formation. Otherwise, it was pretty much yeller yeller yeller the whole trip. </div>
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In Baker we stayed at a cool hotel called the <a href="http://www.geisergrand.com/">Geiser Grand.</a> I wanted to do a blog post that night called "Us Geiser in Baker City" (or maybe it should be "We Geiser in Baker City"), but couldn't get Blogger to cooperate. Anyway, the Geiser Grand was originally built in 1889, fell into disrepair in the 1960s, and was restored to its original glory with funds provided by a private donor, reopening in 1998. It is charming and fraught with character. However, apparently Baker has been experiencing problems with its public water supply (animal waste creeping into it....Joe overheard "something about a goat") and hundreds of people have had diarrhea from drinking the local wa-wa this summer. They were experiencing a fresh outbreak of germy H20 the day we checked in and told us not to drink water from the faucet or brush our teeth with it, etc. So we didn't. And we remain diarrhea free as of this writing. That was the only fly in the ointment at the Geiser Grand. And we blame the goat(s), not the Geiser. </div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">This is the view from the second floor. You can look down into the dining room, where we dined that evening. (They brought us glasses of water and Joe said, "Where did the water come from?" "We boiled it," the waitress said. I did not partake. It did not sound refreshing to drink boiled water, even if it was now icy and even if it had been previously goat-waste free.) But dinner was tasty and the entire dining experience was very civilized. After dinner we went to Geiser Pollman Park nearby. It had neat old playground equipment, like this merry-go-round. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">We also saw a skinny guy pulling himself up the swing set pole. I was impressed. I asked if he'd do it again while I took a movie. He obliged, but looked pained after the second time around. He said it makes his stomach sore. I'm not surprised. Now his feat is documented on YouTube; I hope he runs across himself one day. </span></td></tr>
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The next day we drove to Portland and met up with Aunt Julie and Uncle Tom. We met them downtown at the Portland Saturday Market, an outdoor artsy/craftsy fair attended by a wide cross-section of fascinating humanity. I told Emma that the best way to describe downtown Portland folks is "scruffy." I told her "You look around and tell me if that's not true." Emma took the picture below herself. </div>
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I asked one lady in line what the big attraction was, and she said that the doughnuts at Voodoo are so delicious that people happily wait in line 45 minutes or more to buy a dozen fresh doughnuts. We weren't interested in standing in line, but I asked a young couple who had just bought a boxful if they'd sell us one for five bucks. He told me I could have one for nuthin' and to "pay it forward" (I'll look for an opportunity to do that.) We chose a modest unfrosted blueberry cake doughnut. It was pretty good but I'm glad I didn't pay five dollars for it. Here's what some of the other doughnuts looked like. Pretty fancy.</div>
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We sat out on a picnic table while we waited for Julie and Tom to join us. We were a few feet away from <a href="http://www.danandlouis.com/">Dan and Louis' Oyster Bar,</a> which I remember going to a couple times in my youth. We bought a few oysters on the half shell, just 'cause we could. </div>
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I think oysters on the half shell are overrated. They're way too expensive. And apparently the correct way to eat them is just to let them slide down your throat, and what's so great about that? So I chewed on mine to get the full oyster flavor, and it's just this little bit of salty sea-watery chewiness for $2.45 cents per oyster. What am I missing?</div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">You could see the big pink <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/US_Bancorp_Tower">US Bancorp Tower</a> down the street. I used to work on the 16th Floor at Travelers Insurance (and one day after I'd taken a really long nap on a Sunday afternoon in late spring 1984 I woke up in the early evening and thought I had slept all night and that it was Monday morning and so I took a shower and got ready for work. I went outside -- the light looked so pretty, and different somehow -- and waited for my bus, which didn't come, so I walked all the way down West Burnside to get to work, noting that there were people in the Taco Time, which I thought was odd at that hour of the morning. Traffic also seemed very light. I tried to open a door at the US Bancorp Tower, but it was locked, so I said to a guy walking by, "What is going ON this morning? The buses aren't running and this building is locked," and he looked at me and said, "It's night." I told Uncle Tom this story and he said, "Bad day to be a blonde.")</span></td></tr>
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There was some dude at Saturday Market who looks enough like Johnny Depp that he's able to dress up like Jack Sparrow and supplement his income by posing with tourists. He wanted us to hold a bottle of rum in the picture. Well, actually he wanted Emma to hold the bottle of rum. Aunt Julie told him we don't drink. He said, "Well, pretend it's iced tea." "Well, we don't drink iced tea, either." Then we told him we were visiting from Utah. "Oh, that explains it," he said. </div>
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So then we drove across the bridge to Julie and Tom's house in Vancouver, WA, and spent a lovely evening with them. They were so very hospitable and had stocked up on Emma's favorite snacks and put cute signs on our bedroom doors, etc. We had dinner at <a href="http://jazzyjohnsbbq.com/">Jazzy John's</a> barbecue nearby, then came home and stayed up late chatting. So fun to be at their home. </div>
Joey/Denny/Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02688286859801175265noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32429465.post-43600232704444736372013-05-28T22:09:00.003-06:002013-05-29T06:55:32.780-06:00Emma's Big MonthEmma's big month was last month, April. She's having a medium month this month, what with the school year wrapping up and the attendant hoopla, but last month was:<br />
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Emma's Birthday was April 12</div>
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Which was a Friday (a great day for a birthday). She had a neighborhood friend party at <a href="http://www.draper.colormemine.com/">Color Me Mine</a>, where the kids got to pick out their own ceramic tchotchke to paint</div>
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The store kept the figurines for a few days and fired them, then we picked them up a week later, nicely glazed and glossy, and delivered them to the party goers</div>
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April 20 was Baptism Day. Two of Emma's pals, Jacqui and Ashlyn, were baptized that day, too. The three girls sang a lovely number together ("I Come to the Water"). It was a wonderful day for our family. And don't you think Emma has that "just baptized" look in her eyes in the photo below?</div>
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Many of our dear family members and friends joined us </div>
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Including Grandbaby Mac (who I don't believe could be cuter) </div>
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It was absolutely delightful to have my sister Julie, her husband Tom, and their family in town for Christmas (including three children, their spouses, and two grandbabies: Ben/Jax/Avery, Julia/Chris/Claire, and Russell/Megan). We also celebrated with Emma's Grandma & Grandpa Hiatt, Aunt Barbie & Uncle Dennis, cousin Amy and her three adorables, cousins Tony and Cindy and their six adorables, and Louie/Shanna, Janie, and Andy/Kat/Baby Mac. Not everybody was in the same place at the same time, but a couple times we got pretty close.</div>
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It was a fun fest, lemme tell you. Amy's husband Dave caught sick and was unable to join in. We were sorry we didn't get to see him, too! We probably won't be celebrating with this big a group again any time soon -- families are growing and many are so far away. But we have wonderful memories of </div>
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Homey dinner on December 23rd. Joey made pork enchiladas (handrolled by Russell and Emma) and homemade refritos. We also enjoyed Christmas tamales, Aunt Barbie salad, and chips'n'guac. And assorted storebought brownies. </div>
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Denny and Aunt Julie on Christmas Eve Day. Julie is making her traditional "tree" (cinnamon roll dough shaped into Christmas tree, then frosted after baking on Christmas morning and decorated with walnuts, maraschino cherries and red & green sprinkles. It's sticky and scrumptious). Or she could also be making her famous cheeseball, made with cream cheese, sharp cheddar and blue cheese, etc., </div>
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Christmas Eve dessert following delicious Christmas Eve dinner that Aunt Barbie packed up and brought over to our house. Yay Barbie! Ham, funeral potatoes, various salads, washed down by Christmas ginger ale. Followed by Costco cake and marionberry pie ice cream elegantly served in paper bowls.</div>
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A portion of the nativity reenactment (directed, with great insight and nuance, by Aunt Barbie) </div>
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Grandniece Avery</div>
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Grandpa reading "'Twas the Night Before Christmas," with feeling, and a mustache, </div>
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to conclude Christmas Eve festivities</div>
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And then there was Christmas Morn, a flurry of tissue paper and exclamations. </div>
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Below is an Angry Bird with an attitude. A dangerous combination.</div>
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Baby Mac pondered a red Solo cup</div>
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And numbers of the red sweater group increased</div>
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And later in the day Uncle Tom patiently supervised Emma's efforts with her new Easy Bake (which replaced the old Easy Bake of a couple years ago, which Mama broke after leaving the plastic spatula inserted into the baking cavity and making the whole thing seize up into one gelatinous mess). </div>
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And to conclude, Violins in the Round on Christmas Eve. Aunt Barbie accompanying. Lauren, Jane Marie, Reagan (invisible but not inaudible), Denny and Emma on strings. </div>
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Emma's first Christmas home - 2006</div>
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Here is one of my favorites from 2004 in London. </div>
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Joe's Dad -- I don't know when. But it's a cool photo.</div>
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Well, this is a video from 3 years ago. But it's worth a replay. Emma sings with great enthusiasm.</div>
Joey/Denny/Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02688286859801175265noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32429465.post-69641847254371960032012-12-20T13:10:00.005-07:002012-12-20T13:11:11.705-07:0012 Days of Photos - Day 7<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1s5gyZA6rsW7ES1iWGPFjLpmB4_vV5lO6beZx_lo3rwRLmnt9ADADO3OpxbwfzDWfNRPLhx33CdxKQ9qVXnFNKDrUvPC8LqjcX7SR0d_PA8qIEuW9VsrX-eHr2P5UsS3GYUVqDw/s1600/013.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1s5gyZA6rsW7ES1iWGPFjLpmB4_vV5lO6beZx_lo3rwRLmnt9ADADO3OpxbwfzDWfNRPLhx33CdxKQ9qVXnFNKDrUvPC8LqjcX7SR0d_PA8qIEuW9VsrX-eHr2P5UsS3GYUVqDw/s640/013.jpg" style="clear: both; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" width="416" /></a><br />
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Joey/Denny/Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02688286859801175265noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32429465.post-59260101734520481162012-12-19T10:50:00.001-07:002012-12-19T10:50:53.185-07:0012 Days of Photos - Day 6<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Emma and me at Snowbird on Mother's Day 2012</div>
Joey/Denny/Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02688286859801175265noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32429465.post-66476531557323379892012-12-18T06:49:00.000-07:002012-12-18T06:49:04.086-07:0012 Days of Photos - Day 5<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Another photo of Baby Mac on his blessing day (could he be any cuter?)</div>
Joey/Denny/Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02688286859801175265noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32429465.post-10423707757344061842012-12-17T16:27:00.003-07:002012-12-17T16:27:52.400-07:0012 Days of Photos - Day 4<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My beautiful mom on Halloween 2012</div>
Joey/Denny/Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02688286859801175265noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32429465.post-40845624440761445912012-12-16T17:26:00.002-07:002012-12-16T17:26:32.326-07:0012 Days of Photos - Day 3<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Four generations at Grandbaby McLain's blessing a couple months ago</div>
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Emma streaking across the golf course behind Aunt Susan's house</div>
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Day after Thanksgiving last month in St. George (Snow Canyon), with four of Joe's siblings (Susan, Mike, Laurie and Boo Boo) and various of their spouses and children</div>
Joey/Denny/Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02688286859801175265noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32429465.post-26053489864478826322012-08-12T21:59:00.021-06:002012-08-12T23:35:29.104-06:00Sew, A Needle Pulling Thread<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii-8katpDhmTilIz3sbiv6m9uSbC6tyP8fet44PxEFVOs0ybhUVYttYrTHVh5cfzJJAobngvdLJHMmHfcC-NMX0zE8jTHrtnwjAB5ec5GeRfaExh5F7i0KiaSdQ9NAAuQ4L_5fDQ/s1600/Move+Pic.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii-8katpDhmTilIz3sbiv6m9uSbC6tyP8fet44PxEFVOs0ybhUVYttYrTHVh5cfzJJAobngvdLJHMmHfcC-NMX0zE8jTHrtnwjAB5ec5GeRfaExh5F7i0KiaSdQ9NAAuQ4L_5fDQ/s400/Move+Pic.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5776002640642517090" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">We got new carpet downstairs recently, which inspired us to fix up the joint a little bit more, so we've been working on our "Media Room," which is now my favorite room in the house. We purchased a video projector, and then Joe painted a screen on the wall using Sherwin Williams ProClassic Smooth Enamel Satin Finish, which we read about online in an article called</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> <a href="http://www.projectorcentral.com/paint_perfect_screen_$100.htm?page=Finding-the-Perfect-Paint">"Painting the Perfect Screen for $100"</a> (it cost much less than that). Then Joey hooked up some very effective speakers (six of them) that he got from a friend at work, who evidently has more speakers than he needs. Whoa baby, they produce a LOT of noise. On a materialistic roll, and needing a place to sit and watch a show, we bought a couch and loveseat on ksl.com. There is a deep pool of sofas and the like available on the ksl.com. A wide and often humorous variety. But these are clean/one owner, an unassuming khaki green microfiber, and very comfortable to recline upon. And we recline with the best of them, so it's an important consideration. Joe's brother Mike was staying with us for a couple days and he helped Joe carry the love seat downstairs, no problem. The couch was just enough bigger to get firmly wedged, at a jaunty angle, halfway through the door frame on the way down, kind of "hanging" in midair, until one corner punched through the wall</span> going downstairs, leaving a shocking hole. You kinda hope your house is a little sturdier than that; makes one feel vulnerable. By this time, Andy, Kat and Mac had shown up, and Andy helped dislodge the beastly couch from the wall and we got it downstairs. If we ever sell the house, the couch is part of the deal, 'cause we ain't moving it again. (Kat told me to take a picture of the wedged couch and put it on the blog, but I hesitated a moment too long. It really was a spectacle.)<br /><br />But anyhoo, we have our theatre room now (oh, and we got a red velvet curtain, also on ksl.com, from a lady named Linda who lives in Draper and just got married and whose husband plays piano -- he had a book of Scriabin sonatas on the baby grand -- and who owns two impressive greyhound dogs they got after they [the dogs] retired from dog racing -- anyway, we bought a red velvet curtain from this lady to hang between the theatre room and the adjoining piano room, since there is no real door in between and you need to, you know, block out the light from the other room if you're watching a movie in the afternoon or something.)<br /><br />Speaking of watching a movie in the afternoon, one issue we've discovered is that Joe and I (but mostly Joe) want to watch action-packed thrillers that BOOM through the speakers and rock the (apparently fragile) timbers of the house, but this type of movie is inappropriate viewing for the third member of our household, and we can't really crank it up when Em's asleep because the theatre's right under her bedroom. So we've taken to watching little snippets of "Mission Impossible: Ghost Protocol" late in the afternoon when Joe gets home from work and Em's outside playing, and then we hurry and turn it off when Em suddenly pops in right in the middle of some tense cliff-hangery scene. (I must say, that one part where Tom Cruise sprints down the side of the Burj Khalifa in Dubai is pretty neat.)<br /><br />Our investment in the theatre room really paid off tonight when we watched "The Sound of Music" with Emma from beginning to end. Such a nice clear picture and mahhvelous sound! Emma's seen little snippets of it before and can sing "Do-Re-Mi" very nicely, but seeing the whole movie was an important milestone in her cultural education. She's at a good age to start appreciating it. She was extremely interested in the relationship between Liesl and Rolf and wanted to know if they were going to get married, and if not why not, and if not, who would Rolf end up marrying, etc. She was also concerned about The Baroness when it became apparent that she wasn't going to end up with The Captain (who would she marry now?). <span style="font-size:100%;">Speaking of The Baroness, I've always thought it was funny that she gets such massive billing in the credits. You have Julie Andrews, Christopher Plummer, all the kids, etc., and then it's</span> <span style="font-size:130%;">AND ELEANOR PARKER AS "THE BARONESS."</span> <span style="font-size:100%;">Who the heck is Eleanor Parker? How does she rate? Have you ever seen her in anything besides "Sound of Music?"</span> (Dad can probably recite her entire filmography. Dad?) She must have had a good agent. Anyway, my two favorite comments from Emma were when the Reverend Mother started up with "Climb Ev'ry Mountain" and Emma said "....I didn't really know she had a voice," and when I let slip that the Von Trapps were going to escape from Austria without using their car and she said "How will they get out.....by hot air balloon?" She loved so many little parts of it and sang along to "Do-Re-Mi" with operatic fervor. I got teary-eyed watching her enjoy it. It's such a glorious movie.<br /><br />So we like our new theatre room very much and look forward to many more Sunday night movies.<br /><br />The End.<br /><br />P.S.: Joe has already repaired the hole in the wall, patching the drywall, sanding it, and painting over the whole thing. Sigh. He is so utterly dreamy to me.<br /><br />Joey/Denny/Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02688286859801175265noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32429465.post-29639025799995331882012-07-13T23:26:00.001-06:002012-07-14T08:19:56.592-06:00Louis and Shanna's Lucky Day<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Today, Friday the 13th, Louis (Joe's first-born) and Shanna were married in the Mt. 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Note Baby Mac's tie. </td></tr></tbody></table><table class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyOvjuRWKCftbTjZYOLzDBusddWgJBwlyPlX7khxS7YvywYxBgyKlDVRcte4615ZOsLUKQrgv9xTnZ2CvMT8qoiIL1Yy9FhSlkhANizFqJM7k5iM8CVwZuiZRqfzQjdrLXCusyeQ/s1600/Family+Pic+2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyOvjuRWKCftbTjZYOLzDBusddWgJBwlyPlX7khxS7YvywYxBgyKlDVRcte4615ZOsLUKQrgv9xTnZ2CvMT8qoiIL1Yy9FhSlkhANizFqJM7k5iM8CVwZuiZRqfzQjdrLXCusyeQ/s400/Family+Pic+2.JPG" width="400" border="0" height="265" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our family: Kat, Mac, Andy, Joe, Shanna, Lou, Missy Em, Denny, and Jane</td></tr></tbody></table><table class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; 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Blogger has changed the way you create new posts and upload photos and my aging brain is struggling with it all. I can't figure out how to move photos around in the order I want them. It's probably easy, but I don't have time to ponder it right now so here is a nonchronological selection of photos from my nephew Russell's wedding to lovely Megan. They were married in the Columbia River Temple (Tri-Cities, Washington) last Saturday. Joe, Emma and I drove up, semi-caravaning with my sister Barb, her husband Dennis, and my folks. Oh, it was fun. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My sister Julie's family: Chris (holding Claire), Julia, Tom, Megan, Russell, Julie, Ben, Jax (holding Avery)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sisters Barbie-Denny-Julie. Yumping for Yoy. We were copying the groom and his posse, who had just yumped for yoy a few minutes before. I think we did pretty well! (but didn't get as much air as Chris)</td></tr>
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Yesterday was an all-banner day with the arrival of our first grandchild! He kept his parents up all night, but it was worth it. We visited last evening and took a few photos.<br />
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They wouldn't allow Emma in because of her age, but they allowed Andy to roll Mac out by the doors, and she was allowed to get a closer look.<br />
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Here is the proud papa after a 36 hour marathon. We are so blessed to have everybody save and healthy. Congratulations Kat and Andy.</div>
<span id="goog_1909135337"></span><span id="goog_1909135338"></span>Joey/Denny/Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02688286859801175265noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32429465.post-63699311794382287642012-05-12T09:01:00.003-06:002012-05-12T09:01:51.056-06:00Emma Wishes You a Happy Mother's Day<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Joey/Denny/Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02688286859801175265noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32429465.post-89752923529312430182012-04-11T21:47:00.008-06:002012-04-11T22:37:32.706-06:00Birthday Cut & Style<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx-RVDe8Cw8KTC4xKycr1iqpcMfv_4PVfPP-Bw2ZXVymlI5ozCUqyB0boXn8IU0lkCvmaTMWmVZieK6nM-mIuNRF8RK29xU244tSdLq0n1WZ7jFNH1MKKflsEiu_htGw-y-dqUYg/s1600/IMG_2969.JPG" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx-RVDe8Cw8KTC4xKycr1iqpcMfv_4PVfPP-Bw2ZXVymlI5ozCUqyB0boXn8IU0lkCvmaTMWmVZieK6nM-mIuNRF8RK29xU244tSdLq0n1WZ7jFNH1MKKflsEiu_htGw-y-dqUYg/s400/IMG_2969.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730362222826511794" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "><span style="font-size: 100%;">Emma turns 7 tomorrow. Took her down to the Great Clips today after school for a shampoo, cut and blow dry so she could go through her day freshly coiffed. Looks like we also could have opted for some aquamarine highlights in her bangs.</span></span><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><span>Emma shares a birthday with her cousin Julia, our bishop's daughter Becca, her violin teacher's father AND father-in-law, and David Letterman.</span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><span><br /></span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><span>It's an off-year for a friend birthday party, so festivities will be low-key. Here's the birthday schedule:</span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><span><br /></span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><span>1. Get sung to on the school bus.</span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><span>2. Play violin at show and tell (I'm meeting her at school at 11:45 with the violin; she will play "Allegro" and "Song of the Wind" from Suzuki Book 1)</span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">3. Distribute Blow Pop suckers to her classmates (Mandarin word for classmate: tongxue)</div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><span>4. Have hot lunch with Mom in school cafeteria</span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><span>5. Get picked up by Mom after school (she usually rides the bus, but she wants to hang out with her pals on the curb in front of the school while she waits to be picked up)</span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><span>6. Open presents as soon as Dad comes home. She has been asking for one million things. I told her it's not like Christmas, yet what can it hurt a girl to ask. She wants a helium balloon kit, a scooter, musical bells, a "rock collection," a telescope, and bubble gum. She will get some of those things.</span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><span>7. Have dinner at WaterMoon, a great Chinese restaurant down the hill next to Harmons.</span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><span>8. Come home, have birthday cake.</span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><span>9. Do ZERO homework.</span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><span><br /></span></div><span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">Here's Missy Em just a few days after we met her in Hubei Province. Wish we could have celebrated her first birthday with her. But we've had lots of fun birthdays together since...and we look forward to so many more. Sure do love her. Sure glad she's our little girl. Happy birthday, sweetheart. </span></span><br class="Apple-interchange-newline"><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKuuf6enclo0mnXZhRrkRcpLngN7ELJt0mLwAV0eSIrh-yFScJk82GiBdY010YPT104H1HKkuxKBZOhk5tB-3fPFMw8fvi4WZh1Hk3BHU8MSsuKcEoDrEycHzgdBQJKiXDPsAuYA/s1600/CIMG0232.jpg" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKuuf6enclo0mnXZhRrkRcpLngN7ELJt0mLwAV0eSIrh-yFScJk82GiBdY010YPT104H1HKkuxKBZOhk5tB-3fPFMw8fvi4WZh1Hk3BHU8MSsuKcEoDrEycHzgdBQJKiXDPsAuYA/s400/CIMG0232.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730362099862799746" /></a><br /><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; text-align: center; "><span><u><br /></u></span></div><br /><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div>Joey/Denny/Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02688286859801175265noreply@blogger.com7