Ransom: Cinnastix
Note: She is being treated fairly well. She enjoys being wrapped up in her blanket/dish towel.
11 years ago
Sunday, August 31, 2008
If you ever want to see Sleeping Beauty again...
Ransom: Cinnastix
Note: She is being treated fairly well. She enjoys being wrapped up in her blanket/dish towel.
Saturday, August 9, 2008
Best. Gift. Ever.
See disclaimers 1,2 and 4 from Mrs. Crazy Adventure Lady. Major emphasis on Disclaimer #4
Okay, now THIS is the blog I actually had permission to "write". If you don't have much time or if you are a slow reader, or if you don't care about a bunch of my past and how gaga I am over Carrie, then you'd better stop now!
Ahem.
Carrie and I have a tradition for our anniversary. We take turns planning the important day's activities. This year was an even year (6! yea!) so it was Carrie's turn to make the plans (It's just easier to remember that I have the odd years for some strange reason). We always warn each other not to set our expectations too high, so we aren't let down, but we always have a blast. Carrie diligently warned me of the same thing this year, but she sure didn't have to.
Rewind about 15 years to a seemingly unrelated topic.
My brother and I would go to Denver (Northglenn area to be precise) every summer to spend the off-school time with our Dad. We always had a lot of fun activities planned. My Dad was (is? ...that's a-whole-nutha blog) a truck driver for NAPA. He had a nightly run, so he would leave around 7:00pm and get back around 11:00am all rested and ready to go. So we would have all day to do whatever 3 guys could dream up. Our creative juices generally led us to the same conclusion. "Let's go golfing!", which we did probably 2-4 times a week since we had some annual passes.
Fast-forward about 9 years.
As a working student I didn't really have the funds or time to golf much (see a theme yet?), but I still managed to find a way to get out to the links a couple times a month. I've never been a great golfer, but golf is so relaxing and so much fun to play. I thoroughly enjoyed each time even though I still had the same clubs that I used as a kid; A set of dinged-up metal woods that were given to me by my Dad's co-driver who had them given to him several years before, and a fancy set of cavity-backed, no-name, used irons that I bought with the money I won playing racquetball with my Dad's drunk roommate. Good times!
My favorite course in Salt Lake has always been the Mountain Dell Canyon course because it is cool, and the surroundings are incredible. Nice and relaxing. (Except for the first few seconds after each shot when I'm wondering why I lifted my head for the up-teen billionth time, and hoping that punishing the club will make the problem go away).
Fast forward until a month or so ago.
As a married man I was lucky to golf once a year. I generally made it out for the annual company golf outing, or maybe when the Burgess' were short a guy during their annual Memorial Day family tournament. I missed golf, and Carrie had never forbad me from going, but it turns out I'm a pretty needy guy, and truth-be-told, I didn't see the fun in purposefully attempting to have fun without Carrie. It's too hard!
So you can imagine how I felt when Carrie informed me of our anniversary's opening activity. She had called and set up a morning tee-time at the canyon course...for two! I was ecstatic. She wanted to go golfing with me. ME!
So we did :o)
Now let me explain this blog's title. You may say to yourself, "She knew you liked golf so she took you golfing", but that would just be a 'great' gift. She didn't just take me golfing.
First of all, it was her day to plan however she wanted, and she tried to think of what IIII would enjoy the most. Her focus was on making ME happy, because she knew that is what would make HER happy (hence, our happy marriage :o) ). And she didn't just take me golfing, she is taking up golfing. That's right. She is giving golf a serious look because she wants to like it, because she knows I do. After 1 lesson she was already showing that she had learned well and had a very nice looking swing.
We've now taken two of our four lessons (yes, we. My swing aPPARently needed an overhaul) and Carrie is doing very well. She has an excellent looking swing and she just doesn't miss putts, even though she's never had a putting lesson and she sure didn't pick it up from watching me.
We went golfing for the second time today at the Jordan River Par 3 course. Carrie had several nice shots and did incredibly well for such a short learning time, but let me describe for you the second hole today. Carrie winds up her 7 iron on the tee box and blasts it into the tiny innocent ball which is sent flying through the air and lands right on the green. It rolls a bit and ends up about 10 feet from the hole. Then Carrie calmly strikes the ball with that perfect putting touch of hers and drops it into the middle of the cup at just the right speed after about 6-8 inches of left to right break. A birdie. A BIRDIE!!! I don't think I've ever been so excited on a golf course before. The amazing thing is that I wasn't even surprised. She has hit a lot of nice shots before, and she has sunk a lot of 10 foot putts. Don't get me wrong; other than that hole neither of us got anything better than a bogey, but it was so much fun to be out on the course with her.
I'm sorry if you are someone who I've already talked to about how cool it is to me that Carrie is trying golf, but I just can't get over what a selfless gift it is, or how loved I feel by her thoughtfulness.
And you know what? Golf has never been this fun to me before. I feel very blessed to have a wife who likes to be with me and who I like to be with.
There is a chance that it won't pan out, and Carrie won't really like it that much, and after this summer we may never golf together again. Or maybe we just won't be able to find the time, except for company or family outings. But no matter what happens from here on out, there is no question in my mind about what the "best gift ever" is.
Okay, now THIS is the blog I actually had permission to "write". If you don't have much time or if you are a slow reader, or if you don't care about a bunch of my past and how gaga I am over Carrie, then you'd better stop now!
Ahem.
Carrie and I have a tradition for our anniversary. We take turns planning the important day's activities. This year was an even year (6! yea!) so it was Carrie's turn to make the plans (It's just easier to remember that I have the odd years for some strange reason). We always warn each other not to set our expectations too high, so we aren't let down, but we always have a blast. Carrie diligently warned me of the same thing this year, but she sure didn't have to.
Rewind about 15 years to a seemingly unrelated topic.
My brother and I would go to Denver (Northglenn area to be precise) every summer to spend the off-school time with our Dad. We always had a lot of fun activities planned. My Dad was (is? ...that's a-whole-nutha blog) a truck driver for NAPA. He had a nightly run, so he would leave around 7:00pm and get back around 11:00am all rested and ready to go. So we would have all day to do whatever 3 guys could dream up. Our creative juices generally led us to the same conclusion. "Let's go golfing!", which we did probably 2-4 times a week since we had some annual passes.
Fast-forward about 9 years.
As a working student I didn't really have the funds or time to golf much (see a theme yet?), but I still managed to find a way to get out to the links a couple times a month. I've never been a great golfer, but golf is so relaxing and so much fun to play. I thoroughly enjoyed each time even though I still had the same clubs that I used as a kid; A set of dinged-up metal woods that were given to me by my Dad's co-driver who had them given to him several years before, and a fancy set of cavity-backed, no-name, used irons that I bought with the money I won playing racquetball with my Dad's drunk roommate. Good times!
My favorite course in Salt Lake has always been the Mountain Dell Canyon course because it is cool, and the surroundings are incredible. Nice and relaxing. (Except for the first few seconds after each shot when I'm wondering why I lifted my head for the up-teen billionth time, and hoping that punishing the club will make the problem go away).
Fast forward until a month or so ago.
As a married man I was lucky to golf once a year. I generally made it out for the annual company golf outing, or maybe when the Burgess' were short a guy during their annual Memorial Day family tournament. I missed golf, and Carrie had never forbad me from going, but it turns out I'm a pretty needy guy, and truth-be-told, I didn't see the fun in purposefully attempting to have fun without Carrie. It's too hard!
So you can imagine how I felt when Carrie informed me of our anniversary's opening activity. She had called and set up a morning tee-time at the canyon course...for two! I was ecstatic. She wanted to go golfing with me. ME!
So we did :o)
Now let me explain this blog's title. You may say to yourself, "She knew you liked golf so she took you golfing", but that would just be a 'great' gift. She didn't just take me golfing.
First of all, it was her day to plan however she wanted, and she tried to think of what IIII would enjoy the most. Her focus was on making ME happy, because she knew that is what would make HER happy (hence, our happy marriage :o) ). And she didn't just take me golfing, she is taking up golfing. That's right. She is giving golf a serious look because she wants to like it, because she knows I do. After 1 lesson she was already showing that she had learned well and had a very nice looking swing.
We've now taken two of our four lessons (yes, we. My swing aPPARently needed an overhaul) and Carrie is doing very well. She has an excellent looking swing and she just doesn't miss putts, even though she's never had a putting lesson and she sure didn't pick it up from watching me.
We went golfing for the second time today at the Jordan River Par 3 course. Carrie had several nice shots and did incredibly well for such a short learning time, but let me describe for you the second hole today. Carrie winds up her 7 iron on the tee box and blasts it into the tiny innocent ball which is sent flying through the air and lands right on the green. It rolls a bit and ends up about 10 feet from the hole. Then Carrie calmly strikes the ball with that perfect putting touch of hers and drops it into the middle of the cup at just the right speed after about 6-8 inches of left to right break. A birdie. A BIRDIE!!! I don't think I've ever been so excited on a golf course before. The amazing thing is that I wasn't even surprised. She has hit a lot of nice shots before, and she has sunk a lot of 10 foot putts. Don't get me wrong; other than that hole neither of us got anything better than a bogey, but it was so much fun to be out on the course with her.
I'm sorry if you are someone who I've already talked to about how cool it is to me that Carrie is trying golf, but I just can't get over what a selfless gift it is, or how loved I feel by her thoughtfulness.
And you know what? Golf has never been this fun to me before. I feel very blessed to have a wife who likes to be with me and who I like to be with.
There is a chance that it won't pan out, and Carrie won't really like it that much, and after this summer we may never golf together again. Or maybe we just won't be able to find the time, except for company or family outings. But no matter what happens from here on out, there is no question in my mind about what the "best gift ever" is.
Mrs. Crazy Adventure Lady
Disclaimer #1 - This blog's writer is NOT Carrie
Disclaimer #2 - This blog's writer tends to make a lot of disclaimers.
Disclaimer #3 - This isn't the blog I have permission to write (I'll get to that in a minute)
Disclaimer #4 - This blog's writer is NOT a writer. If you continue reading this blog (known in California to cause cancer) it won't take you long to realize that this blog's writer tends to be excessively wordy without actually providing any useful content. He may even stop the blog at a climax, with careless disregard for a proper denouement.
You can't say I didn't warn you...
Though this blog is not written by Carrie, it belongs here because it is most definitely ABOUT Carrie. So yes, for those of you who are capable of adding 2 and 2, Carrie is Mrs. Crazy Adventure Lady.
Some of you might think that Carrie is pretty quiet and/or conservative and/or responsible. You'd be right, but let me give you a little insight into the inner workings that morph her into the Mrs. Crazy Adventure Lady that has made herself known regularly as of late. Carrie loves to have fun and she isn't afraid to try something new. Rather than continue blabbing on and on (I've got another blog to write!) I'll just give examples with photos or video where available.
She went on the roller coaster water slide at Raging Waters.
She went SCUBA diving in Honduras.
She rode a four-wheeler up a steep slope covered with giant boulders
It is worth mentioning that Crazy Adventure Husband and Crazy Adventure Brother (See adventure example below - he's a little camera shy) were unable to climb the same treacherous slope with their ATVs, but almost killed themselves trying!
She branded her very own arm with my name.
...okay, she didn't really brand herself. Actually she made a duct tape template with the letters cut out, slapped it onto her arm, and let the sun burn her skin while she went kite surfing in Northern Greenland.
She went on THIS ride in Ohio that accelerates from 0-120mph in 4 seconds and rises over 400 feet. ...and she did it 4 times. ...and she did it in the very front seat even though she had to focus on keeping her mouth closed so she didn't swallow any bugs (there were three bugs stuck to her shirt at the end of that night ride).
So there is a sampling of Mrs. Crazy Adventure Lady's activities over the past year. Just to keep from shattering your image of Carrie, I should point out that during each of the above activities she was very responsible (...except for burning my name in her skin. For Shame!).
Now, the pictures and video below are the real reason I started this blog 10 pages ago. We were returning to the cabin with a couple kayaks on the truck, and we decided to make a quick stop at Butterfly Lake.
One thing led to another, and...
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You're crazy Mrs. Crazy Adventure lady!
Disclaimer #2 - This blog's writer tends to make a lot of disclaimers.
Disclaimer #3 - This isn't the blog I have permission to write (I'll get to that in a minute)
Disclaimer #4 - This blog's writer is NOT a writer. If you continue reading this blog (known in California to cause cancer) it won't take you long to realize that this blog's writer tends to be excessively wordy without actually providing any useful content. He may even stop the blog at a climax, with careless disregard for a proper denouement.
You can't say I didn't warn you...
Though this blog is not written by Carrie, it belongs here because it is most definitely ABOUT Carrie. So yes, for those of you who are capable of adding 2 and 2, Carrie is Mrs. Crazy Adventure Lady.
Some of you might think that Carrie is pretty quiet and/or conservative and/or responsible. You'd be right, but let me give you a little insight into the inner workings that morph her into the Mrs. Crazy Adventure Lady that has made herself known regularly as of late. Carrie loves to have fun and she isn't afraid to try something new. Rather than continue blabbing on and on (I've got another blog to write!) I'll just give examples with photos or video where available.
She went on the roller coaster water slide at Raging Waters.
She went SCUBA diving in Honduras.
She rode a four-wheeler up a steep slope covered with giant boulders
It is worth mentioning that Crazy Adventure Husband and Crazy Adventure Brother (See adventure example below - he's a little camera shy) were unable to climb the same treacherous slope with their ATVs, but almost killed themselves trying!
She branded her very own arm with my name.
...okay, she didn't really brand herself. Actually she made a duct tape template with the letters cut out, slapped it onto her arm, and let the sun burn her skin while she went kite surfing in Northern Greenland.
She went on THIS ride in Ohio that accelerates from 0-120mph in 4 seconds and rises over 400 feet. ...and she did it 4 times. ...and she did it in the very front seat even though she had to focus on keeping her mouth closed so she didn't swallow any bugs (there were three bugs stuck to her shirt at the end of that night ride).
So there is a sampling of Mrs. Crazy Adventure Lady's activities over the past year. Just to keep from shattering your image of Carrie, I should point out that during each of the above activities she was very responsible (...except for burning my name in her skin. For Shame!).
Now, the pictures and video below are the real reason I started this blog 10 pages ago. We were returning to the cabin with a couple kayaks on the truck, and we decided to make a quick stop at Butterfly Lake.
One thing led to another, and...
You're crazy Mrs. Crazy Adventure lady!
Friday, August 8, 2008
I Don't Wanna Go Back...
Last year, after an especially long day at school, I created a blog solely for the purpose of venting. I came across the solitary entry today while I was going through my teaching files in preparation for the upcoming school year.
I thought others might enjoy...
Why am I subjecting myself to this again?
I thought others might enjoy...
Why am I subjecting myself to this again?
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