Tuesday, August 19, 2008

3 Long Years Ago........

Today is the BK and my 3 year Anniversary. I know most of you out there have a few more years to brag about, and the BK and I are still waiting to break our own longest relationship records, but it is still a milestone and I wanted to share a couple of my favorite memories and qualities of the BK with y'all.

1 - The Wedding
Universal karma and all of that kind of stuff would probably say that a great beginning is the sign of a great journey. Nothing like riding a ski lift in a wedding dress to the top of a mountain where prince charming awaits in a meadow. Awwwww. It really was amazing, and I don't think it could have been more perfect.
2 - Humble Pie
My favorite BK quality is his willingness to say he is sorry. It is really hard to stay mad for too long at someone who genuinely acknowledges his mistakes and shows an interest in improving. I have learned a lot from him, although I still have a much longer way to go than he does.
3 - My Kind of Man
I remember telling one of my girlfriends that I would know I had found the right person when I found someone who would follow through. I found him and married him. The BK is reliable and a man of action. As a perpetual procrastinator I really appreciate how hard he works and his insistence that things get taken care of quickly. His reliability also extends into other aspects of his life, like his diet. He doesn't like to try new things - just pizza. Since there wasn't pizza in China, he chose noodles as a safe and tasty substitute.
4 - Daddy - O
Who doesn't love a man who loves his children, provides for them, changes diapers, and is willing to roll around and get dirty when mom won't. The BKs love affair with the LG started almost at first sight - those of you who have witnessed a birth will likely understand why a few minutes of shock and horror preceded the awe, wonder and adoration.
5 - Mattresses
I love that the BK always acts like he is right, even when he couldn't possibly say he KNEW something to be true. He likes to form "educated guesses" that he will then back up and defend at all costs. It can be quite amusing when he does it with people who don't know him that well and assume that because he says something with such conviction that it must really be true. For example, I might ask if he knows what makes the sunset a particular color. With a straight face he would be willing to say that it is from bird droppings and the color depends on what the birds ate that day. I guess you could say that the BK is VERY good at BS. Every assertion he makes, he is willing to go to the mattresses to defend. So am I. The difference is that I only assert when I really believe I am right - which is often, so we spend a lot of time in bed.
6 - Me Factor
My favorite thing though is that he is willing to put up with me, and seems to enjoy the challenge most of the time. The picture below is a fairly accurate representation of my mood on more occasions than I would like to admit: anytime before 8am, when it's too hot or too cold, when there's too much noise, when I'm tired, when I'm hungry, etc. The BK is pretty much a saint - not that he doesn't have his own pouty face that gets plenty of wear, but I love him for putting up with mine.

Choosing to love, and be loved by the BK has been a the ultimate adventure so far, and the qualities above are why 3 years in, and many to go, I love you BK. Thanks for getting us tickets to see Jack Johnson in concert tomorrow. Woohoo - Portland, you better do me right and keep the rain away for the evening.

Thursday, August 14, 2008

Olympic Fever

I'm sick. I'm very, very sick. There aren't many things that make me teary, but honestly, there is just something I absolutely love about the Olympics. I can't get enough - for the most part, but there are a few gripes I have that I need to get out.
1 - For all you complainers out there (BK - are you listening?), these are the GREATEST athletes on the planet. The BK was upset the other night that the news media was blowing Michael Phelps achievements out of proportion and that he isn't really all that. Okay, I get it, he can swim, and I agree that it isn't like he is swimming, running, biking, playing basketball, soccer, etc. for each of those gold medals, but seriously, this is one of those situations where I think if you can't find anything nice to say, don't say anything at all, or at least bring home one gold medal of your own before you say one unkind word. (PS - I love this pic because he totally looks like a frog).
2 - China has done a phenomenal job with these games. Sure there have been some minor mishaps, like pulling the original singer, planting a cuter body double and playing it off in front of the whole world. Not condoning, just commenting that the only difference here is that we just don't let people sing at all if they are unattractive. I don't want to post of pic of the girls involved, so I am posting a pic that I like.
3 - The US women's gymnastics team blew it. I'm not saying they would have won the gold if Sacramone would have performed well, but at least they wouldn't have lost by a landslide. That said, I find it really annoying that the press seems to be trying to overshadow this loss by raising suspicion about the actual age of the Chinese gymnasts. Lame. Sure they look like they are small enough to be mingling with the Pre-K crowd, but even so, shouldn't that make it more embarrassing that the US team with international experience couldn't pull it together?4 - As for women's volleyball (I REALLY wish NBC would do at least some replays of soccer - men's or women's, I am not that picky), could these women put some clothes on? Seriously. Yup, we get it, you have great bodies, but this is the Olympics, could we set the sex aside just once? In the pic below, can you honestly justify the bikini as practical sportswear? These guys need a shower after every play more than the divers if you ask me.5 - NBC's coverage is terrible. I have never seen so many commercials, and I feel very strongly that the winner of the bid to air them should be required to show the Olympics 24-7. Are Oprah reruns and soaps really more important? It's 2 weeks, and I am sure that they pull in plenty of money from sponsors who would still pay top dollar for commercial slots.

Saturday, August 9, 2008

Mosaic


I've chosen to be tagged (I am still trying to get in enough good books to do another one). The above mosaic is the result of me answering a few questions. For those of you interested in doing the same, a full explanation of how to create your own is at the bottom, and leave a comment letting me know if you plan to do one.


1. What is your first name? (Jenn)
2. What is your favorite food? (oatmeal cookies)
3. What high school did you attend? (Logan)
4. What is your favorite color? (blue)
5. Who is your celebrity crush? (Ashton Kutcher - in What Happens in Vegas)
6. Favorite drink? (sparkling lemonade)
7. Dream vacation? (Africa)
8. Favorite dessert? (oatmeal cookies)
9. What do you want to be when you grow up? (wise)
10. What do you love most in life? (love)
11. One word to describe you. (chameleon)
12. Your Flickr name. (email****)

If you want to play too, type your answer to each of the questions into a Flickr search. Using only the first page, choose your favorite image, then copy and paste each of the URL’s into the mosaic maker (3 columns, 4 rows).

Friday, August 8, 2008

Girls Camp

So I just returned from spending the night at girls camp as an adult. Gaggling girls and lots of drama seem to be a consistent element of girls camp throughout the years, but it was nice to bring all the repressed memories from my youth to the surface. Lots of bugs, substandard sleeping facilities, giggling, singing, crafts, and substandard restrooms were par for the course. Luckily it was just one night. I was quite impressed with the creativity of some of the YW in our ward, and thought this Fresh Prince reprisal was rather amusing. Brought to you by the creative minds of the Diva and Ducky.

Keeping Portland Weird: Bow Staffs & Rodeos

I realize there are weird people in Portland, most of whom are proud to be called such, but sometimes, you just have to wonder. The LG and I were walking on somewhat secluded trail at Mt. Tabor park the other day, when out of nowhere a man in a robe with a bow staff suddenly appears on the trail. Yoda he wasn't, weird and scary he was. As he slithers toward us I have images of him weilding his bowstaff to fling us off the ravine and into the woods. I pick up the pace a bit, put on my "I'm not as nice as I look" face and pass him as he slowly leans against a nearby tree and folds his arms over the bowstaff. I would have taken a picture, but I thought that would have only gotten me closer to flying through the air.

Speaking of flying through the air, we decided to go to the Clark County Fair to see the rodeo. The BK has never been to a rodeo and was quite skeptical, but oh how I love me some rodeo so he conceded and we took a little jaunt north for some good cowboy fun. Tight jeans, muffin tops, wife beater tees, popcorn, funnel cake, horses, cowboy hats, shiny things that go on peoples pants, carnival rides, skinny long-legged teenagers with fake tans. These are some of my favorite things. Truly, however, one of my favorite things is mutton-busting. If you don't know what this is, you should google it and watch some videos - with some Depends nearby. Even the BK, who can be a tough audience sometimes, was laughing like he did before we got married and had a baby. He couldn't get enough, and we all had a great time watching grown men place their manhood on the back of a 2 ton animal that is irritable and bred to have bad manners. Good times.