Sunday, August 29, 2010

Ragnar





I know that most of you remember my running days. I am always sad that those days are gone. Running was my sanity and nothing has ever made me feel quite the same (except hiking). Well, I have found a new calling in life. My friends were running a Ragnar (jealous) and I was volunteering for them. While directing traffic I came to discover that I was meant to be in the colorguard. I totally missed my high school calling in life. Check out the evidence captured by my aunt Laura.

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Cheap

DID I TELL YOU THAT I LOVE THAT MY DEGREE COSTS ABOUT
$2-3, 000 A SEMESTER?

No debt this semester.-$2,300.

I love going to a cheap school.

School starts Monday!

Thanks and Sorrow


When I go to my pottery studio there are only a few people with whom I talk. The majority of the time I spend in thought as I work on different projects. I find the repetitive motions, the clay moving through my fingers, and the creative process to be therapeutic. There was one guy in particular that I would talk to when I was working on hand-built vases or decorating. He was a little quirky (skinny jeans and definitely an art major). I really liked to talk to him because he was a guy who was accepting of people. Looking at him, I thought his skin color looked a little yellow/gray. I wondered if he had a medical condition. After a few weeks of talking with him I discovered that he had a heart transplant 15 years or so ago. Now he was needing another heart transplant. He was also in need of a kidney transplant. He never complained, although I do remember once when he told me that he could not use the kick pottery wheels anymore because he did not have the energy to do that anymore. He made such vases, cups, and teapots. He used a lot if leaves and nature themes. I did not see him for a month and saw that he no longer had a shelf in the studio. I found myself wondering when he quit coming. Then this past month in our studio newsletter I saw that he had died. I have often thought that my work with people who frequently die has made me calloused, but I relieved I am not. I feel really sad that this guy, Luke, is no longer on earth. Sometimes, I wish I felt this way about my patients, but I also think if I let myself feel this way, I would not last very long in my job. I just want to thank my Heavenly Father for placed inspirational people in my life who make an imprint on my soul, making me a better person.

Sunday, August 8, 2010

The Pirate's Booty

It is time once again for another Minnesota adventure!
Duluth had a "Tall Ships Festival." Ships from all over sailed into Lake Superior where we were all able see them and got to board the noble vessels. I was pretty much overtaken by the ropes. I wanted to climb up and play with them.
I was totally excited! Could I appear any more enthusiastic? I think not. It had been a round morning. I went to bed thinking that I would wake up at 5am. Nope. I was awoken at 6:30am by my friends at the door. It was time to leave on our journey northward. So, you are seeing me in all of my splendor....I look pretty much just as pathetic the second, as I do the first. It is great when your appearance can't get worse.
I always have to thank Carrie and Natalie for all of the activity planning. We always find the greatest things to do in the state. Plus, we always do them in style.
I loved to look at the neatly wrapped ropes. There were hundreds of them. It was a beautiful site to behold.
Doesn't this make you want to be Peter Pan?
This is the same ship used in Pirate's of the Caribbean, Dead Man's Chest. It was a beauty.
Marla and Melissa were some of the beauties who woke me up bright and nearly...Amy was the other one, but she managed to evade the photography.
One of the ships compasses. I think it would be easier to use GPS, but it sure is sweet looking.
All the boats lined up in a row.

I was so warm that day. I was so exhausted after having so much fun! I ate a Tobies, when traveling up north tradition says that we have to stop and eat cinnamon rolls. We checked out some stores in Duluth. As soon as I drove home I was ready to climb right into bed. Success!

Sunday, August 1, 2010

Banks of Plum Creek

After a very long week at work, Natalie, Carrie, and I headed off for another Minnesota adventure. Now many of you may be thinking things like....are there really adventures in Minnesota? Is there anything that exists in that state? One might surprise you with something unbelievably adventuresome, "The Laura Ingalls Wilder Pageant." This trip was so filled with adventure it is pretty much unbelievable.The adventure really began prior to even hitting Walnut Grove. Prior to arriving to our camping site we had dinner in an old bank. All of the old booths and stalls were up for money exchange. I forgot to get pictures, but it quite a site to see. I was so in love with the bathroom, which was equipped with early 90's decor and a table filled with all the appropriate items for awesome hair (Aqaunet and two picks).

We made it to the campsite about 45 minutes before the oncoming wind. The three of us were not completely prepared. I put stacks around my tent because I had heard there was going to be wind. Carrie and Natalie were not so lucky. I am not sure if that tent still has them, or if they also underestimated the wind. I was in my tent reading when I heard the wind and screaming begin. It was a bit comical, but I was really unsure what disaster was occurring outside my safe quarters.

The winds were at least 60 mph. My tent was blowing and bending down until it was almost touching me. I was not sure if I was going to be able to stay in my tent, so I made sure to have my clothes on and read a book. I could hear a lot of laughing and choas outside...and this is what I told was happening:

Carrie had run into the tent that was blowing away. She told Natalie to stay in the car, but the wind was loud, so the girl immediately ran to the tent to help Carrie save the day. They quickly did all things necessary to keep there sleeping bags dry while suddenly in 4 inches of water. Carrie was managing the inlet for the water with pillows and a thermarest, while Natalie was bravely holding down the opposite side of the tent. I was feeling a little left out of the fun as I remained mostly dry in my quarter. Suddenly, I heard a get away to the car. The tent was disarticulated more quickly then it ever has...and the two of them slept in the car. I on the other hand remained in my tent a little afraid of what would happen next. I eventually fell asleep.
I was awoken at about 2 am from the neighboring campers coming back to find there tent broke and collapsed and pillows and sleeping bags in the water. I stayed in my tent, feeling very lucky. I learned my lightweight backpacking tent is a champion!
The next morning we headed out to the festivities. We all bought pioneer bonnets, to get into the spirit. I think we were the only people over the age of 12 who were sporting the beauties. We at at Nelly's cafe, scouted out the Olseon merchantile, and took pictures of all sort of things...including this lovely.

Carrie was totally excited to death about the pageant! I love it!
The woman who was sitting behind us was really entertained by out photography.
All tired out while watching the pageant, which involves the retelling of the Wilder's life in Walnut Grove.
Natalie looks cute all the time.
Carrie was staying toasty warm, which it was cold. All in all, another Minnesota winner.