Running Like A Girl

Kira's Baptism

2011-06-29T12:52:00.001-07:00

Kira Morehead
Salt Lake City, UT
May 2011

Honestly People

2010-10-27T12:41:00.001-07:00

It's been a rough week. It all began Friday when I spaced Kira's doctor appointment. Her Pediatrician's office called to confirm the appointment the night before. Bob was even home that day, truly no excuse...Just flaked.

Then there was Tuesday, Teacher Appreciation Day at Huffman Elementary. I signed up to bring soup. Sadly it's Wednesday and I'm just now remembering the event. That brings me to the whopper of the week...I opened my credit card statement and was shocked to learn that Kira lost $245.00 playing BlackJack online with her iTouch.

WOW! I must admit I'm impressed that she figured out how to login to our wireless

internet. I'm also equally impressed that she remembered my iTunes password that allowed her access to the BlackJack App.

I am however disappointed by her card handling skills. When questioned about the incident she stated "I though you were suppose to just give away your cards as fast as you can".

Hmmmm, Obviously not a great strategy, I will not be taking her to Vegas anytime soon....

There is however, a silver lining to my streak of bad luck. This morning I realized that I left my very expensive ghd flat iron at the Alaska Club. It is the second iron I've purchased as I did the same thing last month & it has never been seen again.

Lucky for me this time the person who picked it up realized it's worth and took it strait to the front desk for safe keeping...

I love honest people.

Lessons learned: Write down EVERYTHING in very obviously places, change my password, and embrace frizzy hair after workouts.

Peas Please

2010-08-23T22:21:00.000-07:00

Last year we started a garden, it was a disaster. Nothing grew, we barely managed a few small snacks. I was informed that I used "Bad Dirt".

This year I did my research & Viola!

Who Knew....

Not all dirt is made the same.

Mighty Hunters

2010-08-19T23:33:00.000-07:00

Recently Grandpa Keith made his annual pilgrimage to Anchorage for his "last of the frontier" fix. Each year brings new exciting experiences and fabulous memories. 2010 was no exception.

He up and shot himself a Buffalo. Well Bob fired too and there is no debate, both brave hunters "hit a perfect target, right behind the ear and the animal dropped on the spot".

They brought home 700 pound of meat, we purchased our 2nd outside freezer.

Good job Men, that should just about get us through the winter.

Who's hungry?

Delta Junction, Alaska

August 2010

Keith Parke & Bob Morehead

Summer Lovin Had me a Blast

2010-08-04T03:34:00.000-07:00

Between the Ragnar Relay, Morehead reunion, & Cruise to Mexico, the girls and I were out of state for 5 strait weeks. I am truly grateful that we have loads of sunny memories to reflect upon when the snow begins to fly.

Looks like it's coming soon.

Week #1 - Vegas Baby!

My Older sister and her cute family live in North Las Vegas where her husband E.J. is currently stationed with the FBI. She has four darling girls, and a brand new baby boy - jealous, um...I mean Happy! Despite the *105 killer temp. we had a blast at the Drive-In, Splash Parks, Swimming Pool, and fabulous McEwen Palace. Cousins Rule!

Week #2 Cedar City:

On our way back to Salt Lake we spent a few days with Grandpa Keith and Grandma Bobbie in Cedar. We rode the dune buggy, played in grandpa's mine, had a blast at the park and enjoyed every minute of sunshine we could soak up.

Week #3 Salt Lake City:

We went to all our fav. places, dined in all our fav. spots, and hung with all our fav. people. Loved, loved spending time with Grandma Jan, and all the Uncles, Aunties, Cousins, and Friends.

Week #4 Bear Lake & Idaho Falls:

WOW!! The Morehead Reunion took place at Bear Lake in Northern Utah. I had never been there and was so impressed by the fabulous white sand beach and amazing aquamarine water. We rented a house and spent fourth of July weekend on the lake, roasting marshmellows, lighting fireworks, and having a grand time. The girls were able to meet and hangout with 28 cousins, some of which they have never met before...We can't wait for the next one.

Idaho Falls: Initially, I was not very interested in visiting Bear Country, but....like the Dr. said "you should try it, you might like it". And indeed, it was a very fun place to hang with the girls for an afternoon.

Week #5 Cruise:

Grandpa Bill, Grandma Elaine, and Grandma Jan joined us for a spectacular Southern California / Mexican Rivera adventure. We hit Catalina Island, Ensanada Mexico, San Diego, and LaJolla. We loved it all, no one got sick, lost, or spanked; truly miraculous. Just an FYI, in my limited experience, cruising is the best, BEST, way to travel with kids!! They loved the boat so much, they didn't want to get off.

Ahhh Summer, Don't cry because it's close to over, smile because it happened.

And though my flowers are on their way to being dead, the garden is in weeds, and the long days are rapidly fading, we are truly happy to be home.

Carpet

2010-08-02T04:10:00.000-07:00

Remodel Continued:

Front Room Before:

After:

Family Room Before:

After:
So far the carpet has endured three "accidents", one quart of chocolate milk, a bathtub flood, and lot of dirty feet. It seems to be holding up quit well considering. Good thing, I'm sure we will never change it.

Fireplace

2010-08-02T03:33:00.000-07:00

In the very center of my family room there is a terribly outdated gas fireplace. The pink tile no longer fits my decor, yet I can't bring myself (didn't dare ask Bob) to rip it out. I though maybe I could cover it, throw a piece of furniture in front or somehow make it disappear....

Sadly, no....Kinda cheezy right?

Luckily I know an amazing woman who also happens to be a gifted metal artist. She took one look at my decorating disaster and promptly offered her assistance.

She designed & created this Fantastic cover...

Custom made, hand sanded, totally removable, the absolute perfect solution!

Very très chic no?

Thank you Marieke your work is amazing!

You should csee what this lady can do: www.mariekesmetal.com

Remodel Continued - Kitchen Update

2010-08-02T02:30:00.000-07:00

Have I ever told you about the man that could do anything?

Here we are approximately 7 months into our 1 month kitchen project and things are really starting to take-off (blame the cabinet people, I do). Bob approximates that we are 85% of the way "there" but quickly warns that "the last part always takes the longest".

He might be referring to the bathroom tile installed 3 years ago that I am plan on sealing any day now...but I digress.

Finished or not...drum roll if you please:

Before:

During:

After:

WOW....What can I say?

Good Job Bob...You continue to astound even your greatest fans.

Now mind you, this project was all my idea, he wanted nothing to do with it, "hire someone" were his exact words...Well besides painting trim....it was all him. He worked long and hard for months, including the entire time the girls and I were out of state soaking up the sun..a time when most men would be catching up on Netflix and take out.

Seriously, what can I say??

Now you may be questioning my decorating sauve...black and orange, really...kinda Halloween isn't it?? Well, I do like dressing up..but you really have to see it in person..The adjoining space pulls it altogether.

Green, Orange, and Black - Definitely Not Halloween...More like...hmmm.

Dinner anyone?

Ragnar - Relay

2010-07-30T12:24:00.000-07:00

Bob and I, along with 10 other teammates ran the Wasatch Back Relay this June. The starting line for the race is in Logan Utah and finishes at the Canyons Ski Resort in Park City. The course covers 189 miles Our team "Frozen Tozen" finished in a little over 30 hours and 30 minutes.

Each runner had to complete 3 legs of the 36 leg course. I was runner #2, I ran my first 7 miles at 10am, another 3 miles later that afternoon and a final 3 the next morning around 7am. While not running our team took turns eating, sleeping, and cheering each other. We slept under trees, in parking lots, even on the floor of the van. We took showers at a high school locker rooms, stopped over for a weenie roast with the girls at Bob's sister's place & took advantage of the massage therapists at the mid-way team support venue.

I have to admit that though the mileage was reasonable, the altitude change from Anchorage (Sea Level) to the Wasatch front (5,800 feet) was noticable. elevation coupled with the heat of the summer really took a toll. I was so grateful that we were able to recover between runs. In fact, I think all my workouts should be designed in a similar format, especially the massage part.

We had such a great experience that we registered Bob's family members to run with us next year. We plan on taking the award for best costume. Look for team "We Bee Crazy" we'll Bee dressed in yellow and black.... The rule of the road is the better you look, the slower you can go. So don't worry team, I'm firing up my sewing machine as we speak.

Spring Break Alaska Style

2010-03-28T23:20:00.000-07:00

After a decade of false starts we have come to accept the raw truth.... Spring Break is just an excuse to take a week off school. Spring doesn't actually start until Memorial weekend, the day Bell's Nursery allows plants to go outside.

So, instead of booing the weather, we are trying to embrace it. We spent the week in Girdwood, a fun little granola, ski bum town 40 minutes from our front door. The week marked memorable milestones for all. Brie skied the magic carpet run unassisted and Kira took the quad to mid-way.

Bob guided me down the Northface (twice) and Sadie skied for the first time since the big accident at Hilltop. Something she vowed never to do again.

Way to go Sadie-brave-lady!

Three days before we arrived it snowed 40 inches in 12 hours at the bottom resulting in near record powder at the top. It dumped another 7 inches while we were there, further reinforcing our decision to forgo dreams of green grass and walks in the park this time of year.

Alaska....

Love it or Leave it.

Remodel Continued - Small Spaces

2010-02-12T00:55:00.001-08:00

In my quest to declutter, simplify, and modernize our home I sold our living room furniture. Including all the storage for the girls stuff. We moved the vacuum, the folding chairs, the cleaning supplies, and over-sized serving ware out from under the stairs. We than added magnetic paint, chalkboard paint, and little tables to create an "art studio".

The food in the adjoining pantry was relocated to shelves in the garage. We used metal shelves and bins for all our games, toys, dress ups, craft supplies, and family homevening materials. Now that everything is in one place, we are actually using it. It is amazing what you can fit into a small space.

Tooth Fairy

2010-02-12T00:03:00.000-08:00

Miss. Kira lost her first tooth.

In typical Kira fashion it was very dramatic. She wiggled it out at school. Her principal gave her a special Tooth fairy box to keep it save. On the bus ride home she was showing one of her fellow passengers when the bus hit a bump and her tooth went flying, never to be seen again. She arrived home in hysterics convinced the Tooth fairy would never pay her a visit. Luckily we have an in with the Tooth fairy.

Kira is delighted with her shiny new quarters. We are delighted that she has permanent teeth under those babies. We were starting to wonder.

Alyeska Christmas.

2010-01-21T18:04:00.000-08:00

We spent part of our Christmas At our favorite, local Ski Resort (ok ok, our only) local ski resort...Hilltop doesn't count, as it's not actually a resort..A place must have more than one chair- lift to qualify...

Still...

Alyeska is unique, where else can you view the ocean while skiing? Kira has really taken off this year. She doesn't like to turn much as "going fast" is her favorite part, I truly can't keep up with her as going fast is not my favorite part. Not "eating it" is my favorite part.

Sadie is still anti-cold so we have had a challenge getting her really excited about going outside. The garage to the car is about as far as we make it without trouble. She was happy to spend her time at the pool.

Brielle doesn't care what we do as long as she is in charge. She brought all her new Christmas prizes with her and spent the bulk of the time hiding them around the room...We are still finding parts and pieces in all sorts of interesting places like: luggage, boots, gloves, etc...

While we had a fantastic time, we missed our dear friends and family.

Thank you for all the generous gifts.

We hope you had a wonderful Holiday.

Carpet

2010-01-19T01:06:00.000-08:00

Ok, our house is fabulous...more than a gal could want, I know....Still, the pink carpet...ouch...No matter how many area rugs you throw on it, Pink it is. I've been quietly suggesting we upgrade since we moved in 5 years ago, and with each suggestion Bob would respond with "it's going to be a lot of work".
Work, Smirk how hard could it be...
Mr. darling reluctantly agreed, I ordered before he could change his mind and During the Christmas break we (He) got to work.

I imagined that since we were paying someone to install the stuff, it would be quick and painlesss. Take the kids to MickeyD's Playland for an afternoon and return to clean, fresh as new home.

Imagine my surprise when the installer called. The conversation went something like this:
installer: "I'm calling to confirm that there is no furniture in your home".
me:"um, what do you mean"?
installer: "Is the house empty"
me: "no, we already live here"
Installer: "yes, but have you moved everything out yet".
me: "no we aren't moving, the carpet is for us".
installer: "ma'am, the carpet cannot be installed until all the furniture in the house has been removed"
me: "What"?
installer: "ma'am, the furniture needs to be out"
Me: "Can't you just move it to one side, lay the carpet, than move it to the other side"?
Installer: "no ma'am"
Me: "where does it need to go"?
Installer: "a moving truck, storage facility, garage, shed, where ever you have room for it"
me: "um, we have a lot of furniture".
installer: "yes, and it needs to be removed".
Me: "don't you do that".
installer: "no ma'am
Me. "We have to move out of the house"?
installer: "just for 3 days".
Me: "THREE DAYS"???

And that my friends is why Bob is always right and I am always not-even-close when it comes to remodel jobs.
It was a huge amount of work to install carpet! HUGE... We had to move out, remove doors, pull up transition strips, seal, sand, then move everything back in again. well, Bob had to do all that... I had to find a place to hang out with girls for three days..

Master Bedroom:

Living room:

Kitchen:

Master Bathroom:

Hmmm. has anyone seen my.....

Sad

2009-11-16T13:40:00.001-08:00

OK guys,

Sad story, Oh so Sad - prepare yourself.

After the weeks of preparation (searching, shopping, buying, backcombing, glittering, painting, sewing, gluing, fake eye lashing, you get it..) the works... my little ladies were fit for the ball, aka: Huffman Ward Trunk or Treat.

Alas after snapping oh so many great, Fabulous, EXTRA-ordinary pictures, I realized we were experiencing a technical glitch...no,NOT my new CanonElf..no please no, oh but yes, it is officially broke.

I'm just letting you know the deal before you question why I would post Halloween pictures in May. We should be recovered from our first dress up session to try it again.

REtake

2009-11-02T02:06:00.000-08:00

School Pictures are stressful for me. You get one chance - just one - to produce a permanent record of your child for the entire class to refer to for years to come. Imagine the panic when I realized I would be out of town for Kira's school pictures this year.

Thank you Retakes!

I woke up early just to get to it. The twist curls needed to be just right..and getting an even inverted french braid in the front with bangs that have been hacked with fingernail clippers proved tricky.

In the end I though to myself, whew, that was well worth the effort. I think this might just be my finest work...Oh yes, very nice.

Too bad that the re-take paperwork packet that I had magneted to the fridge never left the all to obvious spot. Apparently the photographer has some silly rule about not taking pictures of children without permission.

Blah.

This year's school picture really would have been a stunner.

And the children should lead them.

2009-10-24T02:09:00.001-07:00

Kira and I had the most interesting conversation as we drove around Costco looking for a place to park.

Kira-Wow, the parking lot is really full today. That's because Barrack Obama is our president and he is giving everybody money. I wonder why they are spending it all instead of saving it.

Mom- Hmmmm that my girl is a really great question. Why do you think our President is giving everyone money?

Kira-Because he has lots of money.

Mom-Where do you think he got all that money?

Kira-He makes it?

Mom-Not exactly, more like he takes it.

Kira-Oh, like Robin Hood - He takes from the rich and gives to the poor.

Mom-Kinda, but who do you think the rich are?

Kira-The mean guys?

Mom-Well, he actually takes money from dad. Is he a mean guy?

Kira- What??

Mom-Uh huh!

Kira - That's why we should have got Sarah Palin, right?

Mom - WOW honey, you are smarter than half the country..
Oh if only children could vote.

Flattop

2009-10-24T01:48:00.000-07:00

Bob and I climbed Flattop for our Friday night date a few weeks ago. The views were stunning.

I'd love to make it up one more time before the snow flies.

Fresh

2009-10-20T16:20:00.000-07:00

As the leaves turn from green to amber, I too am in transition. This Winter marks the Morehead's 11th year in Alaska, yes,over a DECADE. I feel that I have given Alaska the best years of my life..I loved my twenties. So to mark such an important anniversary I do what I do best...Re-decorate...
I just posted my original living room set on Craigslist..from the Classic (slightly outdated) Couch and love seat to the lovingly (worn) entertainment console.
Now the adventure begins..If anyone finds a good deal on a butter colored leather sectional, please let me know.

Fishing at Hope

2009-10-20T08:16:00.001-07:00

We took Grandpa Keith fishing in Hope. The water was thick with Pink Salmon. The fish were so abundant that kids were scooping them up with nets.

The girls were hysterical to watch. Kira likes to fish but is reluctant to get too close to them once they are out of the water. Sadie is not as interested in fish as she is to throwing rocks in the water. Little Brie on the other hand can't get enough, first in the water and last to be dragged out. She is absolutely fearless.

She wanted to hold this little guy in the car on the way home. She was quit upset when we told her no.

Fishing in Alaska, makes the little lake trout I grew up with pale in comparison.

Cast-away.

Grandpa and his girls

Sadie and Daddy.

Sadie Smiles

2009-10-20T07:57:00.000-07:00

Little Miss Sadie is quit a character. She loves to pull pranks, tease, & laugh. Her greatest talent is her big huge hugs and juicy kisses. she loves people, especially those who give her lots of attention. Sometimes with all the business of the day, I forget how much fun it is to have her around. She is truly original.
First day at Rabbit Creek Preschool.

Dressed for Success:

School Pictures

Ballet Class with Kira.

Biking with Grandpa Keith

Good times

2009-10-13T00:18:00.000-07:00

Brielle and I spent a few days after the marathon traveling from Salt Lake to Las Vegas visiting dearly missed friends and family. Here are a few of the exciting things happening in our family.

#1 After 10 years of waiting my older Brother Dave and his lovely wife Tanya were able to adopt a darling little girl, Tatiana. Four years later, they received the much anticipated news that they were going to adopt another little darling. Miss. Shaylese arrived just weeks before our arrival.To top it off, Dave and Tanya are now in the process of closing the deal on their dream home. Congratulations!...It couldn't have happened to better people.

#2 My brother-In-Law E.J. graduated from Quantico (the FBI training facility) last month and was assigned to Las Vegas. They too are closing the deal on their dream home and Rachel just announced that she is expecting #5..Hurray! She has four darling girls and is secretly hoping for another, so am I (Sorry E.J.). I am so excited to have them closer to home. 7 little princesses, between the two of us, just imagine the possibilites.

#3 Laura (my little sister) was kind enough to drive down from Pocatello where her husband is attending Pharmacy school to see us. She gave birth to her third son a mere 10 days before making her efforts way beyond generous. Thank you Laura!
Her little boys are darling and Tavien fits right in..He has shiny, jet black hair and beautiful eyes. I'm just sorry I didn't get a picture of him to post...

Miss Brielle loves attention from Rogan and Zayden

#4 my mom (Grandma Jan) drove all the way to St. George for the second year in a row to support us at the marathon. Last year she stood in the pouring rain for over two hours at the finish line for me. This year the weather was perfect but Bob was so quick we actually missed him. Major Bummer! Still we had a great time attending IADA at the Tuacahn theater together that evening. It was a wonderful weekend and we are so grateful for her. She is a fabulous grandma and we love her dearly.

#5 Grandpa Keith and Grandma Bobbie Were our gracious hosts during marathon weekend. they even watched Brielle from Dawn to Dusk on race day. The poor orphan never had it so good. She came home loaded with prizes and bragging about all the fun things that let her do. They are such a cute couple and we love to spend time with them.

I'm sorry that we didn't get to see Our dear Idaho Grandparents and Cousins. Luckily It's Uncle Bob's turn to host the Morehead reunion this year. I am really looking forward to it. I'm sure he has planned something Spectacular.
My vote is for houseboats at Lake Powell.

2009-10-12T23:19:00.000-07:00

I have neglected to update for the past three months but I have to admit, I have some serious bragging to do.

My man ran an amazing race in St. George this year.

Just Consider this: Bob has not been consistently active for over a decade. Between building his career and supporting a high maintenance wife, he has had little to no leisure time.
Imagine my surprise when he accepted my New Years Revolution to run a marathon..

St. George '08 was our first. Seattle Rock-n-Roll was the Second.

That brings us to St. George '09. Not only did he run it without me, (I'm becoming a professional bench stepper), he absolutely ROCKED it. Shaving an astounding 37 minutes off his time.

WOW!
That's all I can say...Obviously his Jr. High basketball coach called him Bullet Bob for a reason.

Summer Lovin

2009-07-21T17:20:00.000-07:00

Remember last summer, I mean the quick spring followed by Autumn we were forced to endure? The long cold year that caused Bob and I to ask ourselves the question, Why do we live here?

This summer was a stunning reminder that;

We have the greenest grass found anywhere

And, the most Beautiful - Huge flowers

We can enjoy Water Fights when the temp hits a mere 70*

We have World-Class Fishing
& Grandma's amazing Lake House.

We party all summer

Viewing Amazing wildlife

& Enjoying Endless Outdoor Adventures

We have unique, Spectacular Geology
And we love to show it off when dearly missed loved ones visit.

We are blessed with friends that have become family.

We live here because Alaska is home.

Feel the LOVE - Europe continued.

2009-07-10T17:41:00.000-07:00

Ruthie the creative, came up with this crazy idea for documenting our many adventures by wearing the traditional I LOVE............ shirt at every port. Of course, we were too cheap to buy multiple shirts, so she made paper signs to tape on the front at each destination..

As I had just spent my entire year's allotment on acquiring a new wardrobe for our European Tour, I loudly protested...why the very idea of looking like a tourist!

Alas, I gave in and must admit the results were hilarious.

I only have 6 pictures of our 11 ports, but believe me when I tell you, we loved them all.

Seattle Rock N Roll

2009-07-07T00:44:00.000-07:00

So here's the skinny on the Seattle Marathon..

We flew in Early Friday morning, rented a car and drove strait to the Expo center where we spent the next 5 hours buying all kinds of great gear to insure we would run faster and jump higher. That night we splurged and stayed at the luxurious Hyatt in the downtown district. We carb loaded at the famous CheeseCake Factory and enjoyed the workout center and spa amenities later that evening.

The next morning we awoke early to ensure a good spot in the shuttle line....As you can see 25,000 other runners had the same idea. It took over an hour to arrive at our destination, 15 minutes after the start gun fired. Lucky for me my group had not taken off yet but Poor Bob had to run with the slow gang for the first few miles until it thinned out enough to take off.

At the half point we were both feeling fabulous. We passed each other on the bridge overlooking the Bellevue are. At that point I remember thinking that I'd never felt so good, I was sure I was going to beat my goal time.

Abruptly at mile 16 my dreams of glory came to a screeching halt as I made a mad dash for the port-o-potty. After 10 minutes of stomach cramps, I dared venture out... I immediately noticed that the course looped around and came back my direction. As I could see the turn point was less than a 1/4 mile away, I figured I'd get back on track by hopping over the median and I started running in the opposite direction.

BAD, BAD IDEA

The turnaround I could see was for the 1/2 marathon. The full marathon runners had to keep going another 3 miles before turning around. I ended up shaving off a full 6 miles ending up at mile 22.

I was considering hopping over the median again and turning back around when my legs made the decision for me. The nasty cramping that started in my stomach moved into my legs.

I wasn't sure what to do...I walk, I stretched, I rubbed, still the cramping was relentless At mile 25 (19 for me) both legs were locking up...It was so strange, I wasn't tired, winded, or even fatigued, just partially paralyzed.

I've heard all about the "Runners Wall", I thought it was a mental problem, something that required mental toughness, determination, and sheer willpower. I had no idea that in actuality it is a total mechanical breakdown.

I hit the WALL and I was powerless.

Mile 25 was all downhill and that actually slowed me down even more because I couldn't fully bend my knees. In the shoot I really tried to turn it on but it seemed that only my arms would participate....my legs were in full protest. I'm sure it looked hilarious...If I hadn't been crying I would have probably laughed. It felt like two nasty Charlie Horses were fighting to see who could hold a contraction the longest....

As I hobbled over the finish line the medics hauled me into "the tent"...poured packs of salt under my tongue, rubbed stinky cream on my legs and stretched them to the point I would have kicked them if I had been capable of such motion.

Still my biggest concern was trying to figure out how I was going to explain the miraculous 3:20.30. Did I just qualify for Boston???

Later I learned that as I missed running across one of the electronic pace sensors with my median leaping escapade I was disqualified. Still I have a cool medal inscribed with the words "Inaugural rock-n-roll"for the girls dress up box, plus the knowledge and wisdom to carry a salt shaker at all times.

Bob had the same leg cramping problem, tons of other runners did...the heat and humidity just sucked the Sodium right out. Still he managed to beat his St. George time....and I can't wait to see what he does this year.
Great Job Bobby!
You inspire me.

Time, Time, Time

2009-06-29T20:04:00.000-07:00

So I'm dying to write all about our Europe Adventure,
Our grueling Seattle Marathon experience
and Grandma and Grandma's fun filled visit...

but...

My girls have gone 21 long days without their mama so for now....I'm going to be making up for some serious lost time.

Hope to chat soon.

San Marco's Square, Venice Italy,

2009-06-29T19:49:00.000-07:00

I can't believe, we're really here! Love Venice...Can't wait to tell you all about it.

Sail Away

2009-05-26T01:06:00.001-07:00

My Little Darlings,
By the time you awake Daddy and I will be on our way to Venice. From there we will be getting on a big boat for a trip around the Mediterranean. It is our dream to take you there someday.
We could never leave without knowing how loved and watched over you are. We are so grateful to cousin Kaylie and all our dear friends for taking such good care of you. We are thinking about you and sending all our LOVe
We miss you already,
mommy and daddy.

Letting Go

2009-05-15T15:34:00.000-07:00

It started as a typical Thursday morning, all was progressing as usual. While Sadie was eating her Cinnamon Toast and watching Clifford, I started the most dreaded task of the morning, Sadie's HAIR. It is long, baby fine, and naturally curly which has lead to her developing a zero tolerance policy when it comes to combs, brushes, and anything of the sort.

Feeling ambitious on this particular morning with a few extra minutes to work with, I decided on the double french braid. The first side went reasonably well, but half way through the second, Sadie was done. Unfortunately, I stubbornly refused defeat and the battle began.

Sadie arrived at Joyschool 15 minutes late with tear stained cheeks and red, swollen eyes. I arrived at the gym already hot and sweaty. That is when I realized I needed an intervention and called a professional.

Sadie has been asking me to cut her hair off for months now. I routinely hide the scissors to prevent her from doing it herself. The very idea of cutting off those golden ringlets makes me tremble with anxiety.

Turns out that with Trachelle's amazing talent Sadie looks fabulous with short hair. It totally fits her spunky personalty.

The most amazing change has been in Sadie's attitude, she is more agreeable, positive, and happy. I realize that she really thrives when she gets to make her own decisions. I'm going to try and let her do that more often.

Chosen

2009-05-13T23:47:00.001-07:00

This message was in my inbox yesterday:
Congratulations!
You have been selected to run the 2009 St. George Marathon.

I'm still trying to get a refund from the reliable source that Guarnteed me that there was "little chance of being drawn out of the lottery two years in a row." Apparently it's my lucky day,
.....GULP.....yea....??

Why Dad is more Fun

2009-04-29T18:07:00.000-07:00

My girls love their dad, & I'm talking the kind of love that fosters total loyalty and devotion. If you asked them why, the list would stretch on indefinitely.
Here are a few responses:
He is funny, and silly, and very nice.
He laughs when we are naughty and says "that's what kids do".
He never spanks, yells, and 'mostly never says NO.
He takes us to the Zoo, RedRobin, and Carl's Jr. Playland.
He gives pony rides, and piggy rides, and 4wheeler rides too.
He builds forts, plays games, and tells the best stories.
He lays on the floor in our room when we're not tired.
He lets us watch lots of movies, even in the car going to church.
He makes great breakfast like cheese pretzels and chocolate milk.
He let us pick our own clothes, and buys shoes that light up.
Every night is a "date night".
He loves ice cream and always shares.
He doesn't use a brush when he does our hair.

*DAD style

*Mom Style
To which I reply, wait till prom.

Thank you my love, you add sanity to our insane, calm to our storm, and peace to our hearts.
We are blessed to have you.

Thanks for the prizes

2009-04-27T23:45:00.000-07:00

We continue to find filled Easter Eggs under the newly melted snow in our yard. It is a motivating factor for my kids to "help" with the yard work. Just another reason why I love throwing parties.

This year I ended up with a lovely glass Trifle Bowl, a white stoneware serving platter, and two mis-matched spoons. If anyone would like to claim these items everything but the eggs are still available.

What's your score?

2009-04-20T12:15:00.000-07:00

Sadie wanted a princess ball for her birthday. Just imagine, oodles of 3 to 4 year-olds dressed in yards of tulle, adorned with pointy wands and sharp heels, a repeat of what we did for Kira's 5th.

Poor little middle child, I couldn't guilt myself into it. Instead, we talked our little darling into a family bowling party. It was hysterical, a true comedy of errors. Even with the bumper rails we managed to gutter every other ball. Sadie had the best technique, she would simply throw the ball down and than blow on it. On more than one occasion the ball stopped mid-way and rolled back to her. We could have counted more dents in the floor then downed pins.

Kira was a little more serious about her game, she tried kicking, pushing, rolling, throwing, and sliding the ball down the lane. She had much better luck than the rest of our group bowling an astounding 87. Not bad for her first game.

Brie enjoyed running down the lanes more than rolling the balls. She was all giggles and smiles watching mom and dad chase after her. She especially enjoyed watching mom slip on the oiled floors, Ker-Splat.

By the end of round 7, the novelty had worn off so we surrendered. After pizza and french fries..we called it a night and returned to our undisturbed abode. The day is coming when we won't be able to get out of BIG birthday bashes so easily.

For today, I count my blessings that Sadie's smiles come so easily. We love you Sadie Lady.

No Pain No Gain?

2009-04-20T11:58:00.000-07:00

Who thinks up these cliches?

This is what have I gained from my pain:
difficulty walking, let alone running.
hip discomfort due to an altered step pattern.
new blister formation on the opposing foot.
incurred expense for mole skin, second skin, blister bandages, synthetic sox, special insoles, & new shoes.
worst of all, an inability to wear heels.

How long does it take to form a nice callous? The kind that professional pedicurist spend hours trying to shave off?

Happy Birthday Little Sady Lady

2009-04-11T18:03:00.000-07:00

Redoubt

2009-03-29T13:00:00.000-07:00

For months now experts have been warning Alaskans that Mt. Redoubt was on the verge of eruption. Responsible agencies sent lists of precautions to local schools, news stations, even corporations. People began to postpone travel plans, reschedule flights, and prepare for the worse. After weeks of inactivity, many began to wonder if all the warnings and precautions were overstated.
Skepticism continued until the eruptions began. Between Sunday and Monday night, the 10,200-foot Redoubt Volcano erupted six times, sending a volcanic ash cloud 9.5 miles into the sky, dusting nearby towns, sparking a swarm of earthquakes, and spurring massive mudflows.

Masks were donned, electronics covered, vehicles parked, businesses were closed, and Alaska Airlines canceled over 160 flights affecting 10,000 passengers.

Mount Redoubt rises 10,197 feet above the Kenai Peninsula, 106 miles southwest of Anchorage. Early in the week winds sent the debris north but by Saturday evening a dark cloud of glass-like volcanic ash began to settle on the streets of Anchorage. The view from my bedroom window this morning was reminiscent of pictures I'd seen taken from the surface of the moon.

Puppy Love

2009-03-17T17:43:00.000-07:00

As I claim to be part of the family, and Megan claims Zoey is her baby, does that make these two Kissing Cousins?

Only in the Arms of Love

2009-03-16T23:48:00.000-07:00

It's not often that I recognize the miracles in my life but this pictures captures one shining example. It represents the mischif little Miss Brielle is capable of. It was taken while Bob and I were on our little Spring Break Adventure with Kira and Sadie.

The mircle I am referring to is embodied in the form of an amazing "adopted" grandma. She emulates a special kind of love, the selfless kind that knows no bounds, a born nurturer with amazing patience and an increadible ability to laugh, even when it's not funny.

I look up to her, she is an inspiration to me. I only hope to learn to love my kids the way she does. Her service to our family is a treasured gift.

Thank you Grandma Ruth, you are a True Queen.

Spring Break at Alyeska

2009-03-15T21:24:00.000-07:00

On the first day of spring break I took Kira and her friend Liz to Hilltop for Kira's first official day of skiing. Though she was determined to keep up with Lizzy the skiing dynamo, she struggled to stay on her feet. It was a very long day, for both of us.

The following week Bob and I took Kira and Sadie to Girdwood for a ski vacation. We rented a condo with the Hutchings family while Grandma Ruth took care of little Brie. For three fabulous days we enjoyed good food, great friends, and fantastic snow.

By the time we packed up to leave late Saturday afternoon Kira was getting on and off the chairlift unaided, turning well, and landing small jumps. She did an amazing job. I was taken by surprise at how fearless she was. After watching people at the Freestyle Park she declared that she too wanted to "do the big jumps". It took some convincing on her part but Bob eventually lead her through it once. I was so nervous that she would be run over by a wayward snowboarder that I made up an excuse why she couldn't do it again by pointing to a sign and telling her it said you had to take a special lesson. Lucky for me she isn't reading well enough to argue the point. What excites me the most is her apparent love for the sport. She was the first one on the hill and the last to leave. It won't be long now, another season or two and I won't be able to keep up with her.

Sadie did a great job at getting on and off the "magic carpet", a moving walkway the resort installed last season, but struggled with the actual skiing part. What she really wanted was to sip hot cocoa in the lodge, can't say that I blame her. Unfortunately even after a $70.00 ski lesson, she refused to make a "pizza wedge" unassisted. Her instructor informed me that she absolutely terrified him as she would become distracted and forget to look up. Apparently she didn't realize she was moving. I informed him I shared his terror as she had the exact same problem the few times she" helped me" drive the car from our house to the mailbox. While she loved riding the ski lift, she announced that she "didn't like being on the ground". She did however looked pretty adorable in her sporty new gear.

Happiest Place on Earth

2009-03-05T20:11:00.000-08:00

My Dad is from Southern California and he still has relatives there. As a child our family was fortunate enough to visit Disneyland many times as part of our Family Reunions.

I have nothing but fond memories for the place. Our last trip was no exception. The weather was close to perfect and kids were the same. We had a magical time.

Thank you for the excellent memories Grandpa Keith and Grandma Bobbie.

The Greatest Snow on Earth

2009-03-04T08:30:00.000-08:00

Why I chose to take up skiing this year as opposed to my previous 20 years in Utah will ever remain a mystery.

My trip home last week included a 3 day stay at a fabulous resort arranged by my darling sister-in-law Tanya. While there my Brother Dave and I skied Powder Mountain.

Can I just say Wow!

The open sunny Terrain stretched on and on. The snow was so soft and smooth it felt more like floating as opposed to my usual icy grind. I loved it!

My only regret is that Bob missed all the fun. Root canals and Crow Preps just don't make up for a fabulous day like that. Alas, all the more reason to repeat the adventure next winter.

We will see you in November.

Quick Fix

2009-02-11T21:55:00.000-08:00

We remodeled our master suite last year...it took a long time, tons of returns, lots of tears, and five shades of paint but finally, I LOVE IT...

everything except these old-fashion aluminum blinds around the bay windows. I had the Blind King come over & give me a free in-home estimate...I was informed that for a limited time with their "special pricing" it would only cost a mere $1,500.00 using their lowest grade materials.

Umm, that would be a NO.

Luckily I happened to have the sole remaining curtain panel from Pier 1 that matched my bedroom set. After months of trying to figure out how to cover 5 large windows with one measly panel.. I gave up...

Fast forward one year....while laying in bed last Tuesday, I couldn't stand looking out my sullen windows one more day, so I grabbed the scissors, Stitch Witch, & iron.

While they are nothing I would have picked out, they do hide the ugly aluminum blinds...a savings of $1,470.00.

I just hope they don't fall apart too soon.

There goes my Baby

2009-02-04T23:28:00.000-08:00

It is a tragic reality that time waits for no one.

February 2nd 2008
to

February 2nd 2009
Was the longest- shortest year of my life.

I tried to Enjoy Every Wonderful Moment
&
be patient with the stinky ones, as I'm told they pass quickly...

And retrospect tells me that they do...
But when your in the thick of battle.......

Still, it's hard to imagine being frustrated with that darling face.

Oh BABY BRIE-BRIE

Our doll baby, sweet pea. You are our Spunky, energetic, fun loving, party girl. You brings life, joy, and true happiness to our home. Happy Birthday Baby,
We LOVE YOU!

Man Tag, Pass it on....

2009-01-28T08:26:00.000-08:00

What is your husband’s name? Robert Wayne Morehead
How long have you been married? 11 years

How long did you date? Five fabulous Months
Who eats more sweets? Me....Bob likes dark chocolate, besides that.....he can pass.
Who said I love you first? Bob, I was too chicken.

Who is taller? We are both 5 9" but I love heels so, I am.

Who can sing the best? Bob has a natural talent but I practice...it's a tie.

Who is smarter? I'm witty he's intelligent.

Who does the laundry? It's a shared duty.

Who pays the bills? It goes back and forth..I took a leave of absence when Kira was born and am just now getting back in the action.

Who mows the lawn? Kaylie Hutchings.

Who cooks dinner? We both like to cook. Bob is more creative, I am more consistent. It's a nice mix...nobody goes hungry at our house.

Who drives? Bob used to but I don't let him drive my Suburban very often.

Who is the first to admit when they are wrong? I apologize all the time-Sadly, Bob's not often wrong. He usually won't do or say anything until he has thought it through.

Who kissed who first? Bob kissed me, It shocked me so much I didn't kiss back.. He admitted later that he was embarrassed because he thought I did not like it.

Who asked who out first? Bob asked me, but I scheduled an appointment at his office just to see him.

Who wears the pants? I am definitely more opinionated and like to go, go, go...But Bob usually has the final word...

OK, I tag Nichole, Trachelle, and Erin Lowry . Can't wait to hear it!!

Trading Spaces - All Girl

2009-01-21T00:16:00.000-08:00

Warning, Bright lights ahead.

Before:

After:

Before:

After:
Guess what Kira's favorite color is?

Trading Spaces Continued...Empty

2009-01-19T23:07:00.000-08:00

I have a great love for decorating. When I look at this space, I see a blank canvas, and a rare opportunity for creativity. This is my favorite stage of any project.

Unfortunately this feeling is not shared amongst all family members.

For if I'm the decorator....
Bob's must be the cheap Labor....

My job is to stand back and tell him when the line is strait.

What Color to buy....

Where the paint needs touching up...

And Where the furniture should go.

His job is to make it all happen & he is VERY good at his job!
Thank you Bobby, I would be lost without you.

Yes Ladies, be jealous....be very jealous.

Trading Spaces

2009-01-19T17:20:00.000-08:00

When we purchased our three bedroom home with an office we thought we were moving into a palace. We only had one child leaving us with an entire room for guests and a craft area.

Fast forward five years, add two more people and now there are five of us living in two rooms. Our palace is beginning to feel more like a cramped studio. Poor Brielle has been homeless, still sleeping in a portable-crib in the guest bedroom for the past two years. Last week I realized she was getting so tall that she had to lay a certain direction to be able to straiten her legs.

At which time I had to stop and ask myself the question, exactly how many guests have we hosted in the past, oh three years...? Not many.

What about all those amazing crafts I've been creating...? hmmm... I quickly came to the conclusion that it was time.

This is what we started with after Kira took down the green silk window treatments and added a string of Chinese Lanterns (just in case you had mistakenly assumed I put them there).

It Figures

2009-01-10T17:42:00.000-08:00

Remember November? The month I went all crazy trying to save 1,000.00 in 30 days by making my kids eat food storage cereal for dinner and turning the thermostat down to refrigeration level.

Well.......

I did it.....& had exciting plans

When......

A violent wind storm came blustering through and took down two of our biggest trees. The tallest of the two came crashing down and knocked a hole right through our neighbors roof

And........

We just paid the deductible on their homeowners insurance,

And yes, It was $1,000.00.

Happy Birthday Queen Ruthie.

2009-01-04T23:30:00.001-08:00

Sexy at Sixty

Big Day

2009-01-04T23:05:00.000-08:00

One of the many perks of having three fabulous daughters close in age is the ease of gift giving. They are usually into similar things.

Or, should I say, Sadie and Brielle typically like whatever the BIG sister likes.

And this year Big-K Likes Dollhouses. Our generous grandparents (Moreheads and Parkes) funded the acquisition of this contemporary, 4 foot, hand painted, spectacular, modern bungalow. Complete with 10 rooms and 40 pieces of matching furniture. - oh so hip.

Thank you so much for your generosity. We love and miss you much.

A special thank you to aunt Laura for the fantastic, hand sewn matching pj's. Our girls refuse to wear anything else. We are sending you Polar Bear Kisses from Alaska.

I would send pj's for your boyz but my glue gun is down.

Chelle

2008-12-29T23:36:00.000-08:00

Your Alaska sisters are sending Birthday Love.

Mayor's

2008-12-23T12:20:00.000-08:00

This picture showed up in my inbox this morning. It is the official registration request from the organizers of the Mayor's Marathon. I ran the 1/2 marathon last year therefore qualify to register early.

I got nauseated just looking at the picture.

Mayor's was the absolute worst experience of my short racing career. I became violently ill at mile 8. Unfortunately, mile 8 is located in the middle of the coastal trail. There is no where to go but forward.

I lack the appropriate adjectives to describe the final 5 miles.

I'm torn between registereing just to "show 'em what I really got", and leaving town that weekend.

Picture Perfect.

2008-12-14T22:24:00.000-08:00

Life is full of unpleasant experiences.
My top five least favorite things this week are:

5. Re-writing Christmas Cards that were destroyed by my one year old.
4. Paying outrageous shipping rates to Alaska on discount items
3. Driving to the mail box because it was too cold to walk
2. Realizing that my child went out in public w/o panties - again.
1. Taking family Christmas Pictures.

Bob's parent are the noninvasive, easygoing type. They don't ask for much, simply a phone call now and then, maybe a visit home every few years. Their only request for Christmas this year was an updated family picture... The last one we sent was from 2003.

What sounded like a reasonable request literally turned into the most stressful event so far this Holiday Season.

It all began this morning. While preparing the girls for church I mentioned to Bob that we should snap some quick shots for his parents. How Naive, I should well know by now that any activity involving a toddler, preschooler and feisty five yr. old is never easy.

Bob set to work creating a nice backdrop in front of the tree by rearranging all the furniture in the front room. After setting up the tripod and bringing in all our floor lamps for lighting he was ready.

In the meantime I was busy tying sashes, scrunching, drying, styling, spraying, re-styling, spraying, tying sashes, breaking up fights, wiping smeared mascara that was mistaken for "lip gloss" and getting dressed.

Whew, after multiple threats and bribes to stay pristine the real fun began...

Needless to say after our second grueling session (the battery died during the first) I had a pounding headache and we barely made it to church in time for closing exercises.

After a long afternoon with Photoshop, we did end up with a Keeper.

Thank goodness, if not, Bob's parents would have to settle for a blender...I can only handle this level anxiety once every few years.

We can only Hope that Travis Stanton returns from Retirement by 2010.

Nutrional Recommendations tip #2

2008-12-01T21:50:00.000-08:00

One of the great pitfalls of a healthy diet is also The Most Wonderful Time of the Year. Studies show that the average American gains 5 pounds between November and January. I found it interesting yet not surprising that Alaskans average 10.

Listed are a few tricks to avoid a New Year's Crash diet:

*Wear fitted cloths, the lack of space will decrease consumption.
*Drink a big glass of Metamucil before Parties, Fiber Fills.
*Carry a water bottle and refill at least three times daily.
*Quickly dispense the goody plates to the kids and send the rest to the office.
*Only make enough to give away.
*Eat a relatively healthy item every couple hours. Try not to go hungry.
*Read Labels and AVOID Ridiculous foods.

One example of a ridiculous food, is my favorite Holiday Beverage, Eggnog.

Ridiculous because I find it so desirable I can't help myself. Yet it is so loaded with fat and calories it should carry a warning label-Each serving contains 200 calories and a whopping 10 grams of fat.

This may seem reasonable for such a creamy- rich treat. The trick is the serving size, a mere 1/2 cup. That's right, 4 little oz, 1/3 a can of soda.

As the average drinking glass is 12 oz. A full glass packs a an unbelievable 30 grams of fat and 600 calories.....I kept track at the gym today, I would have to survive a 90 minute Spin class to burn 600 calories. And that my friends is highly unlikely.

So, Just remember, Next time you crave a Nog, You would be better off opting for liquid butter instead...

PC

2008-11-23T23:00:00.000-08:00

Things I'm grateful for continued....

It's too bad that many fond saying and symbols have been labeled "politically incorrect" by overly sensitive, attention seeking individuals.

Notice the Button to the right of this post...this image is a Redman...the official mascot of Cedar High School, my Alma Mata.

Combined with the lyrics of our school song there's a killing in the old town tonight. The depiction of a violent Native American may be considered "racist" by many critics, an accusation that I offer evidence to refute.

There is a small native village located near the softball fields smack dab in the middle of town. Some of the Indian boys were our best friends. They participated in all our school activities, especially football, a sport our town revolved around. Our mascot encouraged Native Pride.

As I'm not running for office anytime soon, I'm just going to post him right here and declare with pride, I'm a CHS Redman. I am grateful for my roots and the many Cedar City friends and family that have helped me along the way.

Sunrise, Sunset

2008-11-20T22:44:00.000-08:00

In following the tradition of expressing my gratitude during the season, I would like to pronounce my appreciation for the solar calendar.

The Sun peaked over the mountains at 9:23 this morning and set at 4:07 this afternoon, a grand total of 6 hours and 44 minutes of daylight.

I took this shot minutes after meeting Kira at the bus stop.

Why, you might ask do I appreciate 17.16 hours of darkness?

Simply because after a decade of enduring the extreme winter, I recognize that there are 29 days until winter solstice, the shortest day of the year.

On December 21st, the sun will rise at 10:14 am, and set at 3:41pm, a mere 5 hours and 26 minutes of light.

So for today, I am determined to be grateful for the extra 1 hour and 18 minutes.

Nutritional Recommendations

2008-11-18T21:12:00.000-08:00

I am very passionate about certain things. In fact, I have a tendency to be a fanatic. The normal pattern usually follows that I get really excited about something and go all crazy. Eventually the novelty wears off than it's onto the next thing.

Over the years one thing has remained a constant however and that is my passion for nutrition. While I do indulge in the occasional Happy Meal and I'm addicted to Chili's chips and Salsa, I'm generally particular about what I feed my family.

I figure since I spent six years acquiring a degree in Human Anatomy with a focus in Nutrition I should pass the information along to all my beloved friends.

Starting today, and over the next few months, I will be posting some important nutritional recommendations.

Tip #1:
Try to avoid dining at "Sadie's Sandwhich Shop"..

Though she does use Whole Wheat Bread, the nutritional benefits are offset by the
3/4 cube of butter and 1/2 cup of honey.

Plus her sales pitch goes something like this:
"here, I made you a sanwich, I tried it, but it was yucky, so you can eat it".

Make sure to stand by more "what not to eat".

Auuugh

2008-11-17T18:38:00.000-08:00

I just got a very disturbing update, Disney Europe does not cruise until 2010!
Of course, Bob is thrilled, he was hoping we could spend our family vacation fishing in Hope. That way we could camp in the back seat and eat off the land.

Ey-yi yi

Suggestions????

Sail Away

2008-11-14T00:01:00.000-08:00

After a two years Hyades , Disney is cruising to Europe the- Summer of 2009.

So, would someone please tell my husband that he is not allowed to spend $23.00 at Chuck-E-Cheez. We are on a strict budget for crying out loud.

I bypassed buying fruit this week & made Kira sack lunches from items out of our food storage and still failed to save $23.00..

If we can subsist on powdered milk and Easy Mac the next 6 months, then smooth sailing...

I am a little concerned about the possible health implications, I'll have to research how quickly scurvy develops?

Only $980 to go

2008-11-08T15:55:00.000-08:00

We saved $20.00 from our date night allotment last night by skipping a movie and coming home a little early.

We still had a great time, & as an added bonus, I felt more relaxed and rested Saturday morning.

My next plan is to find away to make money without disrupting my daily routine.

I'll keep you posted as to how that turns out.

Date Night

2008-11-07T13:40:00.001-08:00

Bob and I have spent the past five months utilizing date night as our "long run" training sessions. November marks our official recovery period. In combination with the fact that I have spent the last two weeks barricaded in my home I'm afraid I need a refill on my creative juices. I've simply run out of ideas for Date Night.

Therefore I'm proposing a contest...Please submit your suggestion..
The prize has yet to be determined, but mind you it will be worth your 45 second response.

Stipulations: We currently average $50.00 in babysitting per date. As I am currently attempting to "save $1,000.00 in 30 days" please take finances into consideration.. Also, please refrain from suggesting the obvious,of bypassing a babysitter and staying home. This particular expense falls into the "necessity" column.

Good Luck.

Take the Challenge

2008-11-05T22:12:00.000-08:00

Trachelle Newman turned me onto this cool, super easy online budgeting program:
Pear Budget https://www.pearbudget.com/. You can try it free for 30 days.
I have to admit I was BLOWN AWAY when I actually saw in black and white how
much money we spend!

It really got me motivated to find ways to keep more of our hard earned dollars.
So imagine my delight when I stumbled across the Save $1,000.00 in 30 days challenge hosted by: I Will Teach You To Be Rich www.iwillteachyoutoberich.com/blog

I like a good challenge, so I'm all fired up to see how much I can cut this month. Some of the things I have done so far include eliminating shopping, and I mean ALL shopping, including the online kind. I have done this by:

Spending my mornings at the the Alaska Club. Usually I would be running to the mall, Fred Meyer play land, Costco, or a number of other businesses aimed at lightening my wallet. I figured out that I was spending a minimum of $10.00 a day just feeding my kids while I ran around.. totaling a shocking $200.00 a month!

As far as grocery shopping goes, Bob does our weekly Costco run on Saturday (without me and the kids). I can only imagine the amount we will save by that act alone. I have a serious thing with Costco.

I have also put my home projects on "hold" including remodeling the guest bathroom and updating the girls room as they seem to like it just fine "as is".

As far as cutting other expenses I'm trying to follow the tips recommended on the site.

Heck, if it works, that's $12,000.00 by next November....& I've always wanted to see how they roll their fresh rolls in Thailand.

Which is witch?

2008-11-04T22:38:00.001-08:00

Unfortunately for Kira, she gets the "you look just like your mother" comment often.

In this case I would have to agree.

I guess there is a little witch in us all.

Huffman Family Fun run

2008-11-04T16:43:00.001-08:00

Our little athletes

Kodiak

2008-11-02T21:18:00.001-08:00

After 10 years of waiting to draw out and long cold week of sleeping bags, canned chili, and miles of hiking, Bob's patience finally paid off as he brought home an 8 foot Kodiak Island Brown (Grizzly) Bear.

While the debate regarding what to do with such a trophy continues, we are unanimous in our joy at being safely reunited.

The girls and I desperately missed our brave hunter.

Balance

2008-10-29T23:37:00.000-07:00

For the past five months I have been working out 4-5 times a week, without fail. This week my rigorous training schedule ended abruptly as Bob left town, Brielle and I came down with head colds, Parent Teacher Conference 1/2 days began, and Co-Op was suspended.

With the change up in routine, we have been HOME an unusual amount of time...One surprise discovery is just how much of the day I have been devoting to the gym.

Kira bought a Strawberry Shortcake Cookbook from her first school Book-fare and we actually baked and decorated Cupcake Cones.

I read the girls books outside the normal bedtime hours and though I boycott Barbie when possible, I even let them pick the Titles.
I held Brielle long enough for her to finish an entire bottle, played games, sang songs, and let her wear her favorite hairstyle, "free and wild".

I fail to recollect the last time I enjoyed so many evenings free of:
Now the question I must struggle with is the same as many of you.

What am I willing to give up for the Alaska Club?

Going to the Ball

2008-10-27T16:32:00.000-07:00

In preparing for the Scott Family Second Annual Halloween Party the question of costumes came up. True to form the girls allowed for no argument or suggestion, they were going to be princesses.

As we prepared for the evening however, they acted more like Anastasia and Drasilla, fighting over dresses, sashes, beads and crowns.

At one point Sadie suggested that I be the Mean-Stepmother, a comment she lived to regret as she endured her 30 minute up-do.

Alas after two painstaking hours the effort paid off and they magically transformed into Cinderellas in both attitude and appearance.

The entertainment for the evening consisted of old favorites: bobbing for apples, pinata, cake walk, scavenger hunt and donuts on a string.

Oh too be young again..
How I envy the guiltless consumption of vast quantities of carbohydrates and saturated fats.

Where I'd rather Be.

2008-10-16T16:12:00.000-07:00

Many mothers that stay home with their children including myself have used the familiar saying "no place I'd rather be". It occurred to me that at times there are many places I'd rather be.

Sunning on the white sandy beaches of Maui, sampling the exotic cuisine of Thailand, searching for wildlife in the Brazilian Rain forest, or even sitting in line at the DMV to name a few.

These "Other places" are especially tantalizing during Joyschool session that are not so joyful, or when potty training (my favorite subject) is more like POW training camp.

Sibling rivalry, Sharpie Graffiti, dents in Sheetrock, broken heirlooms, red juice / creme carpet, ripped books, scissors on the loose, pruning expensive artificial trees, realization that my anger is very angry & my patience very impatient, the list goes on....and on...and on..........

"No place I'd rather be" must refer to the rare, unexpected moments of sincere adulation given straight from the heart of my little darlings. The kind that defy description. A momentary burst of pure joy where time stands still.

In that moment an overwhelming confirmation of purpose occurs and despite the daily difficulty,

There is NO place I'd rather be.

Dancing Princesses

2008-10-15T15:04:00.001-07:00

Global Warming?

2008-10-14T15:23:00.000-07:00

Can someone please send some melting Polar Icecaps our way.

Bob and I have toyed with the idea of retuning to Southern Utah when our surprisingly extended Alaskan adventure comes to an end. We have even gone as far as to research property.

As Cedar City is my home town, it became a natural first choice. Despite the unyielding wind, all four seasons are represented and the winters are quit mild.

Many have suggested moving to St. George but with scorching 100+ summers, I was sure our Alaskan blood would congeal and we would wither.

Now after a terribly cloudy, cold summer and three inches of snow already on the ground, I'm beginning to have having second thoughts.

St. George is sounding better with each descending degree.

Missing Pieces

2008-10-08T23:34:00.000-07:00

The last time I worked on a puzzle with my girls, I noticed that there were a few missing pieces. Though we put together what we had, we obviously couldn't see the whole picture with the gaping holes.

A few weeks ago, I received unexpected messages from dear childhood friends. It was then I realized the puzzle situation applied to me. I too was missing pieces -my picture was incomplete.

Call it Serendipity, Divine Intervention, or just plain luck. I happened to be traveling home the same weekend as two of them.

We met at Brads' food Hut. A local icon that marks the turnaround spot when "draggin main" in our home town, Cedar City.

It had been almost 15 years since I had seen or spoken with either one. Yet despite the passing of time, there was no discomfort, no awkward pauses, and no hesitation as we reminisced about good times and filled each other in on our new lives.

It made me realize that good friends touch our lives and fill an important space. They are links to the past, a reminder about who we are, and where we came from.

I am so grateful to have them back in my life, I guess in a way they were never gone. Just temporarily missing.

Mama Mia

2008-10-08T23:11:00.001-07:00

I would run another 26 miles if I could leave my kids for another week like this.

The hotel mixed up our reservation, we ended us with a sweet suite.

Ahhhhh...the picture says it all.

We had front row seats to Mama Mia, it was a total blast.

Addiction

2008-10-05T07:56:00.001-07:00

The day before the marathon, we attended the "first timers clinic" at the St. George Expo Center. There seasoned veterans took us through the course mile by mile, offering helpful tips and interesting facts. One fact that stood out, in the 32 years of the Marathon, it has only rained once.

Leading up to the event Bob and I were quit nervous about the elevation, but even more so about the heat. Imagine our surprise when we awoke that morning to gray skies and a light drizzle. As we drove up the mountain to the start line the drizzle progressed to a downpour. Heat was not an issue.

I had a passing sense of Deja Vu. Alaskan runners are very experienced at running in dripping cloths and squishy shoes.

Taking into consideration the poor weather I would still describe the experience as ADDICTIVE. I loved it!

In part due to the decision I made the day we departed Ted Stevens International. I determined to heed the wise council of veteran St. George marathoners Kiirsten and Megan and try not to stress but enjoy the moment.

To do so, I had to find a way to alleviate the nausea inducing anxiety. I decided to break the runners code and ignore my Skinny Raven Speed training. The decision to participate, not compete was a difficult one and while I ended up on the road much longer than previously planned, I do not regret the decision to ignore time.

The course was amazing. The start line is located at an elevation of 5,240 feet. It is located in a little town carved out between two canyons. Runner are greeted by strobe lights, loud music and multiple bonfires. The gun goes off before dawn so the first few miles are run in the dark. At dawn the bright red rock canyon walls are stunning, even in the rain.

At mile 7 the course loops up for a mile around historic Veyo Volcano. While the incline is certainly noticeable, the scenery is mesmerizing. The next miles are rolling but lead ever downward. With the exception of one significant hill at mile 18, the terrain runs down, down, down with an ending elevation around 2,600 feet.

The energy near the end is electric, the crowd amazing. I had the feeling running down the shoot to the finish line that I was a conquering hero. Bob who had finished 37minutes before me jumped in to hold my hand the last 50 meters. For a few precious seconds I clock my fastest sprint ever, a blazing 6:10.

Crossing the line was pure euphoria.

Forget 4:42.25

2008-10-05T07:22:00.000-07:00

The important number is 2,736.

The number recorded on my heart rate monitor during the 4 hours and 42 minutes from start line to finish line.

The magic number refers to calories burned.

With such a caloric deficate we headed strait to In-N-Out.

Apparently many of our fellow runners had the same idea, the drive in wrapped around the building twice. Still the Double-Double animal style (thanks for the tip Amy)and fresh cut fries were most definitely worth the wait.

I'm just wondering if the consumed 1,100 calories were worth two hours of sweat and tears?

Here we GO

2008-09-30T18:33:00.000-07:00

BIG love Goin out to my Ladies.. I will be thinking about your words of encouragement, good advice, and you can do its' every step of the way

All 138,336 of them.

Hope to be reporting - Success - in 3 days 7 hours and 30 minutes.

10 days and counting

2008-09-25T00:21:00.001-07:00

On multiple occasions the question has been raised, why a marathon?

Let me explain. I was raised by parents that did not encourage their girls to play sport. I attended my first dance class with Gay Thurston when I was five years old. I later joined Debbie Laing's Debutants and performed with them up until High School. I cheered for the CHS Redmen my Freshman year.

While my years of dance training prepared me for Club Vortex and The Bay in SLC, the only athletic advantage I still enjoy is Bench Step Aerobics. I can keep the beat and mimic moves with precision. Sadly, however all my formal training has proven to be pretty useless in terms of life skills.

Though there was this road show a few years back....

My desire to participate in the St. George Marathon is about developing skills, taking on a new challenge, finding a sport I can do with my husband, and never growing old.

While I may never be labeled "athletic" I am determined to get in the game, I don't want to live life as a spectator. I plan on sliding into home plate worn out, broken down, and totally exhausted.

The same way I'm going to look Saturday October 4th around 11:35 a.m.

What we have here is failure to communicate.

2008-09-23T22:21:00.000-07:00

I like to believe that I am accomplished in the fine art of conversation. I think I understand the rules, or at least the basic no-no's. However after multiple misunderstandings lately, I'm re-evaluating my original position.

Like the rest of the country, I have been observing, (o.k) obsessing over the presidential campaigns. In the news Sarah Palin has been blasted by her critics for "no longer being genuine". Apparently, she is too polished, too rehearsed, too scripted. Some argue that her initial allure was her fresh, open, spontaneous personality.

On the other hand Michelle Obama has been criticized multiple times for saying what was on her mind with no heed to political correctness, or weighing the consequences of her words. In other words, being too spontaneous and open.

When two women spending millions of dollars attempting to create the most alluring persona have trouble, it goes to show the difficult balance between spontaneous and polished, open and discriminating, consistent and dynamic.

So, instead of an in-depth study to find out what is too open, too honest, or too spontaneous, I have concluded that misunderstanding will come. I just hope to understand myself. Cause if I understand, I'm o.k with the rest of you in the dark...Understand?

hmmmm

2008-09-14T23:53:00.000-07:00

The man of the house called from the wilderness to check on his girls. Lucky for me I had plenty of exhausting, frustrating, and difficult incidents to fill him in on. Being at a disadvantage and wanting to be supportive he wisely offered compensation for my grand efforts during his absence. I'm considering the following options.

A Girl's gotta Dream.

The Great Debate

2008-09-14T01:28:00.000-07:00

My gal transitioned into Kindergarten with ease. Day one she walked right in and sat right down. Day two she stepped into the bus without a backward glance. Day three she turned down the offer to sit with mom and sisters in the lunchroom, opting instead to stay with new friends. Day four she couldn't stop talking about the rock wall in the Gym and her Art class. Day five mom took a deep breath and exhaled a big sigh of relief. Obviously Oldest child is prepared and well adjusted, now onto girl number two.

By Monday of week three, I'm feeling confident, almost smug about my amazing mothering abilities, when suddenly lightening strikes! It began on our relaxing walk home from the bus-stop, the first "accident". We haven't seen this problem for a few months, must be too much fun at school for potty breaks. Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday continue the downward spiral as the daily accidents at home continue.

By Friday the problem is occurring at school as well. On Saturday, the situation has escalated to include an accident at a new schoolmates birthday party, in a friends car on the way home from the birthday party, and at home while playing puzzles after the birthday party. By this time, poop is now involved. On top of the vexing waste elimination problem my well adjusted darling is now literally chewing her fingertips off.

Now, I'm obviously not a child development expert, but I have a suspicion that all is not well. While I would like to report that I handled the past week with poise, skill, and grace, an accurate description would include: impatience, anger, and hostility. Adding fuel to the blaze I'm sure.

What do these recent developments signify? Is she going through a normal transition, or expressing deep mental troubles? Is she being manipulative and controlling, or crying for help? Is it me, am I the problem? Maybe I'm too controlling, or too neglectful? Is it my tone of voice, my word selection, or body language? I could be blowing it out of proportion. On the other hand I may not be taking it serious enough?

What is a proper course of action? Do I address the issue promptly, or let it pass? Do I talk about it, ignore it, set consequences, or initiate yet another reward system?

While my influence over the situation is debatable, one thing is assured, Motherhood remains one of the great mysteries.

23 days to go.

2008-09-10T23:35:00.000-07:00

I'm beginning to question my judgment....A marathon? Seriously, what was I thinking? Our scheduled long run last Saturday was suppose to be 23 miles. As we started running later then planned, by mile 17 it was already 10.38 pm. In true Alaskan form, the night was drizzly, dark, and cold. We were both so wet that my iPod blew-up at mile 9. It looked like it had been dropped in a puddle. We decided that rather then suffer the consequences of babysitters home past cufew, 17 miles would have to do.

As we drove away, I was disappointed and a little scared. I felt like crap. By Sunday morning the entire left side of my body was practically immobile. By Tuesday the source localized in my knee. The same knee I have been babying for 4 months and that is when I knew I was in trouble. I spent Wednesday limping around feeling miserable. I swear I can feel my cardiovascular tissue atrophy.

Life can be totally unexpected and unpredictable. In a single misplaced step all that we focus on, spend countless hours working towards and dedicate so much energy to can be wiped away.

Is someone trying to tell me I should be doing something else with my time?

Horsing Around

2008-09-03T15:49:00.000-07:00

The Alaska State Fair continues to be a family tradition. Even with Bob somewhere in the wilderness hunting winter meat for his woman, this year was no exception. From the 941 pound pumpkin to the newly hatched chicks excitement abounded at every turn. The highlight of the adventure aside the overpriced, cardiovascular blocking cuisine was definitely the pony ride. I hope this newly discovered fascination with large animals will allow me to replace our sultry Barbies with the Black Stallion Collection.
Throughout the day, wining was kept to a minimum, arguments were few and the girls were entertained for an entire seven hours. I'm considering purchasing an industrial fryer and becoming an equestrienne.

I missed the bus.

2008-09-02T22:30:00.000-07:00

How is it possible that my child can miss the bus with such elaborate preparations made in advance? The school cloths are selected and neatly laid out the night before. Her lunch is prepared complete with five food groups and crust-less sandwich. By 8:00am breakfast is on the table. Her shoes and backpack are waiting by the door.

At 8:35 the breakfast dishes are done, counters are clean, and hair is styled. I walk out the door congratulating myself for making the 8:41 pick-up.

Unfortunately, my children are not as interested in schedules. They are not impressed by my punctuality. They are much too busy throwing uneaten oatmeal at the house to be bothered by such trivial matters as time.

After what seems like an eternity of pleading, threatening, and literally forcing, I end up chasing the bus all the way to the school. It's just about the time I pull into the overcrowded parking lot that I look down and notice my lack of footwear. As my kindergartner must be walked directly to her classroom my shoeless situation poses a serious problem.

I'm beginning to realize that for me, humility is cultivated through embarrassing and painful life experiences. I have new found respect and admiration for all the veteran moms who survive the war against time, every morning, five days a week for nine long months.

More than Just talk

2008-08-28T16:16:00.000-07:00

For those who would argue that blogging is simple chat, let me offer a contrasting opinion. There is much to be gained through networking with individuals willing to offer their talents. I stumbled across a very helpful blog recently that changed the way I operate.
Running a household of 3 girls requires that I manage four heads of hairs daily. For all you number people that totals 5,402 hair sessions in the past five years. Needless to say I am ready for fresh ideas. I want to personally thank Jess for her creative genius and educational tutorials.
And don't be deterred by my sloppy first attempt. If you have girls, I recommend you check out It's a girl Thing - hair by Jess. The link is under Inspirations.

Not So Hot Lunch

2008-08-27T15:59:00.000-07:00

Although I've read the school lunch program has been revamped. The result remain a far cry from the meals served at South Elementary my Alma Mater. And unlike the kids of this generation, we were never allowed to waste our food. A stout lunch lady made sure all courses were consumed before we could dump small remnants in the slop bucket destined for Mr. Garfield's pigs. Everthing was homemade right down to the hamburger buns that looked more like dry dinner rolls, the kind I would make. Still I shall complain no more. Hot lunch saves me at least 8 desperately needed minutes each morning. So until Kira can make, package, and clean up her own sack lunch, freeze dried tater-tots are king.

Self Control

2008-08-27T15:18:00.000-07:00

I regularly exercise complete Self-Control. My-SELF wants to be in Control. Unfortunately my daughters all display a similar disposition. The results are often unpleasant. Truth be told the more Control I exert, the more out-of-control the results. I know that clinically speaking the need for control stems from a place of fear, shame, or incompetence and is destructive in nature. The solution is a paradox, one must let go of control to gain control.

The incompetence part I understand but what of the fear. Am I afraid my children will become social despots if I loosen up?

Maybe tomorrow I will let Kira pick her own school clothes..???
I guess I could simply pin a note to her back explaining my social experiment to deter any questions to my wardrobe prowess.

Bread

2008-08-25T23:45:00.000-07:00

Trachelle, A fabulous person I have the honor of calling friend recently instructed me in the art of bread making. The results were delicious. Later as I tried to reproduce her lovely product, I quickly realized that for me the process of bread making is a skill that takes a lot of practice, patience, and failures to master.

Later as I evaluated my unexpected bread making results, I couldn't help recognize the metaphor for motherhood. Like my bread, I have similar expectations for my children. I once believed incorrectly that if I used the same recipe, ingredients, & techniques my results would be predictably perfect. I have come to realize that children like bread need to be gently kneaded, they need warmth to rise, their course, rough surface need to be smoothed. They become misshapen when forced into a mold. And regardless of the consistency, no two turn out the same.

The lesson learned, parenting takes a lot of practice, patience, and failures to master and still the results might be quit unexpected.

Battle of the Sexes

2008-08-25T00:55:00.000-07:00

Can I just make a note of the great injustice inflicted upon my gender. I completed my longest run to date on Saturday, 20 miles! I was feeling pretty good about it, after all, I'm still walking. Later that evening as I broke it down mile by mile to Bob, he mentions that he "added a few more miles" to his run... oh yea I reply? How far did you go? Oh, 26.2...he humbly replies. What???

You mean the full distance?? Oh and did I mention he ran it faster then we have ever run before? Oh, and did I also mention that I run 2 more days a week then he does.. and may I also add that I have been training for 9 years longer.

The truth has been revealed, all this time I imagined myself to be the pacesetter. Come to find out the only reason I keep up is Bob's determination to stay with me. Another swift blow to the ego.. but alas...I will forge on. There's got to be something I'm better at?

The Wild

2008-08-19T23:40:00.000-07:00

On Monday morning I came to the shocking realization that summer is quickly fading. I determined then and there to take the girls and plunge into the wilderness while we still had a chance. We scouted out wild blueberries at Flatop, Cooked tinfoil dinners at McHugh Creek and fished for Pinks in Hope. Having exposed them to the wonder of nature, we are settling in for 9 months of H2Oasis, & McDonald's playland.

Sadie'sPotty

2008-08-07T23:35:00.000-07:00

For those of you that associate with me on a regular basis you know all about the potty problems at our home (the girls, not mine). In my three years Potty Training experience I have yet to stumble upon a solution to the vexing problem of waste disposal. for any new to my world, I pledge to humbly accept any advice, but I must warn you, I have tried it ALL, except medication which is currently under consideration (for me not the girls).

Recently I gifted a lovely blue, portable potty chair to our dear Sadie in the hopes of alleviating any fear associated with the Big white Porcelain giant. It has become a trusted friend. She carries it around with her frequently, and takes great delight in entertaining guest by pulling up the lid and plopping down. Lately it has become apparent that she hopes to keep it fresh and clean as she regularly waits until the lid is closed for the main event.

Sisters

2008-07-24T23:19:00.000-07:00

Laura, Kristi, and Rachel
I have all kinds of sisters. Two stepsisters, eight sister-in-laws, adopted sisters, and Alaskan sisters. All are important and wonderful. All fill my life with love & laughter, purpose & possibility. These are the sisters I was born and raised with. We share the same parents, childhoods and stickly wrists (thanks grandma Kay). They supports, inspire and amaze me.
I am blessed to be a sister.

H2Oasis

2008-07-11T01:26:00.001-07:00

I've never been the controlling type when it comes to my kids and supervision. I prefer they learn independence early. While some may disagree with this free spirited philosophy, I secretly pride myself that I'm no "worry wart".

I recently experienced a sobering example of the difficulties associated with such supervision practices. A friend and I decided to take our kids to H2Oasis (all six of them) - mistake #1. As we lounged on the deck chairs, Brielle who is in the water takes a shaky step and face plants . Of course as she is wearing a life jacket, I assume she is perfectly safe - mistake #2. Little did I realize that my flailing 1 year old could exerts enough force to prevent the head piece of the floatation device from flipping her to a safe back position. Lucky for me a nice stranger grabbed her before CPR became necessary.

In my attempt to make it up to her, and prove myself a good parent, I lift her to the top of a water slid. Brielle LOVES slides. Quickly I turned around to position myself at the bottom for a safe catch- mistake #3. Brielle steps backwards, falls down the concrete stairs, and once again lands face-down in the water. At this point a witness to the near fatal drownings asks me if I would like medial intervention.

Lucky for me everyone survived and I learned an important lesson in parenting. We now employ the triple floaty method of safety when entering water.
Bring On the Warts.

Bye, Bye Baby- Bye, Bye

2008-07-07T22:58:00.000-07:00

It's official, Baby Brie attended her first Nursery class Sunday. She has now entered Toddler-hood. Typical third child style, she had no trouble causing trouble with the big kids. She was stealing toys and stompin toes with the best of them.

For the entire two hours, she danced, sang, and played.She especially loved the songs, games, and snacks. Although I'm sure the teachers will think twice next time about filling her paper cup so full.

Sadie loves being the veteran of the class. She is teaching Brie all her tricks including fishing for goldfish crackers off your neighbors napkin. All afternoon she reminded her friends that she was Brie's big sister. What a great big sister she is.

Twilight Twelve K

2008-07-01T00:42:00.000-07:00

Friday date night has taken on new meaning. Instead of a relaxing dinner and movie, we are running for it. This time it's the Skinny Raven TTK...our second race of the season. The course is 7.5 miles. A challenging yet reasonable distance I think to myself. I've been working hard, this should be no problem. Bob on the other hand might be in trouble. Lucky that Kyle is here, they might be able to run together.I always feel confident and excited up to the point I actually have to start running...That's when it all begins to fall apart. Luckily my guy is right by my side, or right in front of me that is. Where's Kyle now that I need him?

I start out great, good pace, easy terrane and as usual I am toast by mile 6.75, around the same time my guy calls out "let's speed up"...an idea as tempting as brushing Sadie's teeth. I'm only able to keep moving by utilizing a little technique I developed myself. Basically I stare at the ground hoping not to notice the monster hill I'm attempting to climb. It doesn't work too well.

"Whew" I say as I struggle to the top. "That was killer!! I'm glad to be back on level ground, I can't take much more, I'm actually not sure how I made it this far"...I soon realize my relief is premature, the plateau is a rouse, there before my desperate eyes, stands a seemingly endless upward climb. At that very moment of weakness, a conversation with Kira enters my mind "Mom, I did something hard today, just like the Red Caboose. I just kept saying I think I can, I think I can, I think I can"..

The Red Caboose mantra becomes my own.. I think I can, I think I can, I think I can..and onto the finish line I ran. Thank you Kira, you helped me do something hard today, just like the Red Caboose.

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2008 Run for Woman - In Support of Paula Call

2008-06-29T16:33:00.000-07:00

On one of the many cloudy, drizzly, grey days in June a group of amateur athletes gather together at the annual Run for Woman. The goal: to demonstrate the power of friendship, loyalty, and love. Armed with determination & bright pink T-shirts emblazoned with Paula Power half of the brave souls endured a rigorous 5 mile course while the remainder charged through an alternative route.

The champion of the cause, a very Courageous breast cancer FIGHTER Paula Call. A woman many have the great honor of calling friend. A woman who exemplifies a truly inspired attitude and unfailing spirit.

A woman who continues to fight boldly against a deadly disease with grace, humility, and depth of character the likes rarely seen.Our heart, prayers, and thoughts are ever with Our Brave Friend. May the Lord multiply Her strength and speed Her recovery.

Paula's Team: Heidi Henrie, Melinda Harr, Ruth Orien, Megan Orien, Nichole Skinner, Shelly Lewis, Jen Thomas, Cathrine Thomas, Trachelle Newman, Julie Jackson, Lindsey Green, Julie Green, Donna Swenson, Sharlyn Thayer, Kristi & Kira Morehead

Glacier

2008-06-24T22:58:00.000-07:00

A friend announced that he was going to run the St. George Marathon...and he did. Well, I thought, I like St. George, I want to run a marathon. So I registered, joined a club, bought some cool gear and started running.

My first timed race: The Trent / Waldron Glacier 1/2 Marathon took place on a cold, drizzly Saturday in May. My guy and I showed up fresh, excited and ready to go, having just fueled up with a dry wholewheat bagel and pack of GU. After a quick 20 min. wait for the port-o-pee, I'm ready to roll..the man with the megaphone calls for all runners to line up.. Well that's me I think to myself..better get in front, don't want anyone slowing me down. The semi-official looking guy at the starting line yells go, and we're off.

By mile 1 I'm not feeling so great. miles 2 & 3 show no improvment. Around mile 3.1 my new running coach blazes by going the opposite direction. Poor guy I think to myself, must have gotten turned around somewhere. by mile 3.5 groups of runners are speeding past in the opposite direction. Soon I realize the course makes a loop at mile 4, all the racers flying by have made the loop and are starting back. it's then that it hits me! I'm slow.. not just kinda slow...really slow..in fact.. I dear-say I'm one of the slowest runners out here...Which would be tolerable if my body didn't hurt so bad. I think to myself how can it hurt this much when I'm going so slow..how is everyone else going so fast? What am I doing wrong? Maybe it's these shoes, I probably need some Gatorade, or performance enhancing drugs. The obvious solution of slowing down is no option at all.. I can't slow down and still be running.. and I'm a runner now.. that's what all the expensive gear is about.. running..I wouldn't have joined a club to be a walker...I don't need the skills of a highly trained professional to walk... I press on..

Miles 5-7 confirm my fear.. I have not passed anyone still coming up the trail. I really am one of the slowest,,, I seriously may be in last place... How can this be?? What about the rule "there is always someone slower than you"? where are the slow people? Who forgot to call the slow people?

Mile 8-I'm back to the start line / finish line..and while many runners are celebrating I am not celebrating. Oh no, I must continue down the trail, another grueling 2.5miles where upon a single orange cone indicates that I may turn around and backtrack the 2.5 to end up where I was now standing. Who's idea....at this point I determined that 8 miles is my absolute limit...I am no longer fresh and excited. I am no longer interested in a marathon.. I do not like running, I do not like St. George, I do not even like being outside. I just want to stop!!

I continue on....At mile 12.50 my guy calls out in a cheery voice: "hey let's speed up for the finish".. WHAT?! I do not like my guy.. I can't speed up...If I could talk I would tell him this but as it is...I can't talk, I can't think...I can't breathe.. all I can do is hurt....my body is: sweating, pounding, burning, aching, throbbing, my head is spinning...I feel delirious..Something is definitely wrong with me... I think I have a congenital heart defect..Further along.. yes, I most definitely have a serious cardiovascular problem.

I speed up moving from a slow jog to a brisk jog and there it is... the small modest white-tape finish line... there is an end to this misery!...now I'm really running... here it comes.. closer... my feet start to really fly...closer... My arms are pumping, I'm up on my toes... closer....I'm leaning forward holding my breath....closer...My heart is going to burst....closer...I'm definitely going to faint....auuugh....and I'm over!

Wow! That wasn't so bad...that was kind of fun....that was AWESOME!! did you see how fast I was going at the end??...I bet I could have gone faster...what was my time? Oh I'm so sure I'm much faster then that. I really could have pushed myself harder..just wait 'till you see me next year, I can't wait!.

the Storm Drain

2007-07-18T01:13:00.000-07:00

It all began as a few handfuls of pebbles; pl-ink, plank, plunk. From there it has grown into an uninterrupted succession of vandalism and high treason against the ruler of the house. The wretched storm drain. My children are unexplainable drawn to it. I simply ask that contents thrown down the drain remain small in size and generally useless. A simple, reasonable rule entirely ignored.

Today the garden stake, yesterday the Old Navy sock (a lovely shade of green). The day before a twelve pack of Crayola watercolor paints. The most agonizing loss aside the set of keys, complete with remote auto-start were 10 perfectly formed, tenderly cared for Peony buds. Only warmth-staved Alaskans can appreciate the value of a summer bloom. In one swift deed the storm drain became enemy #1.

The controlling allure over my children I fail to comprehend. They are willing to risk life and limb (literally) to feed it. Nothing begged, threatened, or warned has curbed the three disturbing sounds: pl-ink, plank, plunk.