So remember when I told you all about my 5k? And then never really spoke of it again? Oh, you do? It’s not because I quit, far from it, it’s more like I only have time to blog on the weekends, because I’m so tired after work that I just want to zone out in front of Teen Mom or Honey Boo Child or Dance Moms and then jump into bed. Or crawl into it, to be more exact, because I am still sleeping on the floor until I can move into our new apartment next week. But the one thing you can be sure of, is that I’m still running. I’m shaking my money maker, and jogging at what might be described as a camel’s pace, around the neighbor every other day come rain or come shine. And I love it, I really love it. I am now jogging 25 minutes without breaks! 25 minutes, I can’t even believe it. Just the other day I jogged a whole mile! Not jogged and walked a mile, but jogged a whole freakin’ mile! Just a few months ago, I couldn’t walk 1.7 miles without a break, and now I’m jogging it WITHOUT ONE BREAK. It truly makes me feel strong and powerful. There are other fabulous benefits of running. I’ve lost 15lbs and three inches off my waist. And my muscles on my legs are actually tightening up and starting to define, and I love looking at myself in the mirror. The 5k is a week from Saturday. No, I don't think I’ll be able to jog the entire thing, but if I cross that finish line at all, that is an accomplishment. I’m doing another 5k in October for breast cancer. My goal is to be able to jog the entire 5k by then. And then I signed up for a 10k in November, just got to keep pushing myself. Sometimes I don’t give myself enough credit for becoming a jogger because I feel like I jog too slow. I want to go faster. I’m so hard on myself, so overly critical of everything I do. But what I have to remember is as long as my feet are moving, I’m still lapping everyone on the couch.
30 Eylül 2012 Pazar
Run, Baby, Run
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So remember when I told you all about my 5k? And then never really spoke of it again? Oh, you do? It’s not because I quit, far from it, it’s more like I only have time to blog on the weekends, because I’m so tired after work that I just want to zone out in front of Teen Mom or Honey Boo Child or Dance Moms and then jump into bed. Or crawl into it, to be more exact, because I am still sleeping on the floor until I can move into our new apartment next week. But the one thing you can be sure of, is that I’m still running. I’m shaking my money maker, and jogging at what might be described as a camel’s pace, around the neighbor every other day come rain or come shine. And I love it, I really love it. I am now jogging 25 minutes without breaks! 25 minutes, I can’t even believe it. Just the other day I jogged a whole mile! Not jogged and walked a mile, but jogged a whole freakin’ mile! Just a few months ago, I couldn’t walk 1.7 miles without a break, and now I’m jogging it WITHOUT ONE BREAK. It truly makes me feel strong and powerful. There are other fabulous benefits of running. I’ve lost 15lbs and three inches off my waist. And my muscles on my legs are actually tightening up and starting to define, and I love looking at myself in the mirror. The 5k is a week from Saturday. No, I don't think I’ll be able to jog the entire thing, but if I cross that finish line at all, that is an accomplishment. I’m doing another 5k in October for breast cancer. My goal is to be able to jog the entire 5k by then. And then I signed up for a 10k in November, just got to keep pushing myself. Sometimes I don’t give myself enough credit for becoming a jogger because I feel like I jog too slow. I want to go faster. I’m so hard on myself, so overly critical of everything I do. But what I have to remember is as long as my feet are moving, I’m still lapping everyone on the couch.
So remember when I told you all about my 5k? And then never really spoke of it again? Oh, you do? It’s not because I quit, far from it, it’s more like I only have time to blog on the weekends, because I’m so tired after work that I just want to zone out in front of Teen Mom or Honey Boo Child or Dance Moms and then jump into bed. Or crawl into it, to be more exact, because I am still sleeping on the floor until I can move into our new apartment next week. But the one thing you can be sure of, is that I’m still running. I’m shaking my money maker, and jogging at what might be described as a camel’s pace, around the neighbor every other day come rain or come shine. And I love it, I really love it. I am now jogging 25 minutes without breaks! 25 minutes, I can’t even believe it. Just the other day I jogged a whole mile! Not jogged and walked a mile, but jogged a whole freakin’ mile! Just a few months ago, I couldn’t walk 1.7 miles without a break, and now I’m jogging it WITHOUT ONE BREAK. It truly makes me feel strong and powerful. There are other fabulous benefits of running. I’ve lost 15lbs and three inches off my waist. And my muscles on my legs are actually tightening up and starting to define, and I love looking at myself in the mirror. The 5k is a week from Saturday. No, I don't think I’ll be able to jog the entire thing, but if I cross that finish line at all, that is an accomplishment. I’m doing another 5k in October for breast cancer. My goal is to be able to jog the entire 5k by then. And then I signed up for a 10k in November, just got to keep pushing myself. Sometimes I don’t give myself enough credit for becoming a jogger because I feel like I jog too slow. I want to go faster. I’m so hard on myself, so overly critical of everything I do. But what I have to remember is as long as my feet are moving, I’m still lapping everyone on the couch.
New Recipe Every Month of 2012: Shepherd's Pie with Roasted Potatoes
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I am so behind on posting my recipes. It's pretty surprising how a cross country move & working a 40 hour a week job will take away from you blogging time. But I've been keeping up with my cooking and resolution to try a new recipe every month. So back in July, I decided I wanted some comfort food and shepherd's pie just seemed to fit the bill. I found this recipe, and just thought using roasted potatoes instead of mashed potatoes would be good. It was a delicious recipe and even better left over. I think this meal would be even more perfect for winter.
I am so behind on posting my recipes. It's pretty surprising how a cross country move & working a 40 hour a week job will take away from you blogging time. But I've been keeping up with my cooking and resolution to try a new recipe every month. So back in July, I decided I wanted some comfort food and shepherd's pie just seemed to fit the bill. I found this recipe, and just thought using roasted potatoes instead of mashed potatoes would be good. It was a delicious recipe and even better left over. I think this meal would be even more perfect for winter.
Streetcar 5k
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Last weekend was the weekend of the streetcar 5K. Which I attended with one of my best friends (and jogging buddy, Jana), her boyfriend (and also one of my most favorite guys in the world), her sister, and my mother. And Last weekend was the weekend I finally got to cross complete a 5K off my bucket list. Because I did it. I didn't run as much as I'd hoped. I finished dead last at an hour and two minutes. I was slower than my friend running the race. And these were all the things I was so afraid of happening. But it didn't take away from my accomplishment. Not one bit.
At first, when all the other runners, including my best friend, ran off to what seemed like leagues ahead of me. I was mortified. The police car that follows the runners till the end of the race was tailing me. It was almost like I was about to get busted or arrested. I almost felt like crying. My social anxiety started talking to me. It told me that the cops were probably talking about the poor little fat girl who was slowing down the entire race, and how annoyed they were with me for slowing everything down since they had to follow me. But then I thought to myself, how do I know what they're thinking? Maybe they were impressed that this girl, who is obviously not the fitness person of the bunch, is out there running the race at all. So I thought about my goal, and let that outweigh my anxiety.
I started to believe that people were cheering for me. And not just thinking I was pathetic for being so slow. And I finished it, I finished it and hour and two minutes. And to me that's pretty darn impressive.
I was that girl who could hardly walk a mile in PE class. I was the girl who five months ago couldn't walk 1.7 miles with her husband without taking three or four breaks. And now I'm a girl who can finish a 3.1 mile track without so much as one break. Things can only get better from here. I want to keep it up. I want to do more 5ks. I want to do the Columbus, Mississippi, streetcar 5K again next year and beat my time. I want to do a 10k. I want to do a Disney World half marathon eventually. It was seriously one of the proudest days of life. It is like for the first time I feel like I have some control over my body and my fitness. I may still struggle with food, and I may still struggle with my weight. But I can control my fitness. And that means the world.
Last weekend was the weekend of the streetcar 5K. Which I attended with one of my best friends (and jogging buddy, Jana), her boyfriend (and also one of my most favorite guys in the world), her sister, and my mother. And Last weekend was the weekend I finally got to cross complete a 5K off my bucket list. Because I did it. I didn't run as much as I'd hoped. I finished dead last at an hour and two minutes. I was slower than my friend running the race. And these were all the things I was so afraid of happening. But it didn't take away from my accomplishment. Not one bit.
At first, when all the other runners, including my best friend, ran off to what seemed like leagues ahead of me. I was mortified. The police car that follows the runners till the end of the race was tailing me. It was almost like I was about to get busted or arrested. I almost felt like crying. My social anxiety started talking to me. It told me that the cops were probably talking about the poor little fat girl who was slowing down the entire race, and how annoyed they were with me for slowing everything down since they had to follow me. But then I thought to myself, how do I know what they're thinking? Maybe they were impressed that this girl, who is obviously not the fitness person of the bunch, is out there running the race at all. So I thought about my goal, and let that outweigh my anxiety.
I started to believe that people were cheering for me. And not just thinking I was pathetic for being so slow. And I finished it, I finished it and hour and two minutes. And to me that's pretty darn impressive.
I was that girl who could hardly walk a mile in PE class. I was the girl who five months ago couldn't walk 1.7 miles with her husband without taking three or four breaks. And now I'm a girl who can finish a 3.1 mile track without so much as one break. Things can only get better from here. I want to keep it up. I want to do more 5ks. I want to do the Columbus, Mississippi, streetcar 5K again next year and beat my time. I want to do a 10k. I want to do a Disney World half marathon eventually. It was seriously one of the proudest days of life. It is like for the first time I feel like I have some control over my body and my fitness. I may still struggle with food, and I may still struggle with my weight. But I can control my fitness. And that means the world.
Long Distance Love, The Sequel
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Brittany: RoarAdam: okay Brittany: I said RoarAdam: go out and do something will ya?Brittany: LOL Sundays are my get ready for the work week day. Adam: gotcha Brittany: so roar with meAdam: howlBrittany: Nice touch
These are the kind of conversations me and my husband have been having online for the last two months while he's been away. And I have to admit, that I've kind of been enjoying them. Because this is how our relationship started, online and long distance. And we would spend all night talking about stupid things just like this. But talking to him online is no match to being with him face-to-face. I can't wait till he finally gets here on Wednesday evening.
This being apart for two months has been an interesting experiment I guess. I spent the first six weeks sleeping on the floor at my mother's home, and feeling like I was back in high school. And then I moved into our new apartment, which didn't have Internet or TV hooked up for a week and a half, which was a little boring to say the least.
There has also been an issue with spiders. I am terrified of spiders. I'm terrified when I see them, terrified to get close enough to kill them, and I'm certainly terrified to leave them living because what if they crawled on my face in my sleep, bite me, and then I die. So in the past, when I would see a spider I would make Adam kill it. Even at 3 a.m., when he's dead asleep. Because that's just how I roll, and it's also a good way to live up to the women need men to kill bugs stereotype. But you know what? He never even complains because that's how he rolls.
When we were considering whether or not we should move at different times this summer, I never consider the fact that I might have to deal with spiders on my own. So what did I do when I first saw a spider in the new apartment? Well first of all, I lost my ever loving mind. Then, I had to figure out a way I could kill it without getting anywhere near it. But of course, I didn't have any insect spray in the apartment. Because I'm basically here with just the barest essentials, until Adam gets here with all the furniture. It's really just like camping with air-conditioning, or actually maybe it's more like glamping. But really it's not like glamping at all, because nothing about how I'm living right now is overly fancy.
So I grabbed the only thing I could think of, my Clinique happy perfume. And I sprayed that sucker until it no longer moved. And then I scooped it up and threw it away. I was actually pretty proud of myself for being able to handle the situation on my own. And now I know what to do in the future if I'm home alone with a spider. Plus, my apartment smelled so good after that. See two birds, one stone!
And while I've done a fairly good job at handling life without him, as made obvious by my spider killing skill sets, I know life will be better when he gets here. So I'm just thinking the gods that govern cross country moves that he will be here on Wednesday, and that this is the last weekend I will spend without him.
These are the kind of conversations me and my husband have been having online for the last two months while he's been away. And I have to admit, that I've kind of been enjoying them. Because this is how our relationship started, online and long distance. And we would spend all night talking about stupid things just like this. But talking to him online is no match to being with him face-to-face. I can't wait till he finally gets here on Wednesday evening.
This being apart for two months has been an interesting experiment I guess. I spent the first six weeks sleeping on the floor at my mother's home, and feeling like I was back in high school. And then I moved into our new apartment, which didn't have Internet or TV hooked up for a week and a half, which was a little boring to say the least.
There has also been an issue with spiders. I am terrified of spiders. I'm terrified when I see them, terrified to get close enough to kill them, and I'm certainly terrified to leave them living because what if they crawled on my face in my sleep, bite me, and then I die. So in the past, when I would see a spider I would make Adam kill it. Even at 3 a.m., when he's dead asleep. Because that's just how I roll, and it's also a good way to live up to the women need men to kill bugs stereotype. But you know what? He never even complains because that's how he rolls.
When we were considering whether or not we should move at different times this summer, I never consider the fact that I might have to deal with spiders on my own. So what did I do when I first saw a spider in the new apartment? Well first of all, I lost my ever loving mind. Then, I had to figure out a way I could kill it without getting anywhere near it. But of course, I didn't have any insect spray in the apartment. Because I'm basically here with just the barest essentials, until Adam gets here with all the furniture. It's really just like camping with air-conditioning, or actually maybe it's more like glamping. But really it's not like glamping at all, because nothing about how I'm living right now is overly fancy.
So I grabbed the only thing I could think of, my Clinique happy perfume. And I sprayed that sucker until it no longer moved. And then I scooped it up and threw it away. I was actually pretty proud of myself for being able to handle the situation on my own. And now I know what to do in the future if I'm home alone with a spider. Plus, my apartment smelled so good after that. See two birds, one stone!
And while I've done a fairly good job at handling life without him, as made obvious by my spider killing skill sets, I know life will be better when he gets here. So I'm just thinking the gods that govern cross country moves that he will be here on Wednesday, and that this is the last weekend I will spend without him.
An Online Link Love Book Vol. VI
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I'm no Oprah fan, but this collection of six-word memoirs on her website is practically genius.
This blog has images of street art from all around the world. It is simple amazing what talented people can do to everyday objects.
Can't wait to try this recipe for homemade pretzel bites with cheese sauce! Yummy.
I got absorbed in the article about how fashion defined the reign of Marie Antoinette.
I don't know what is more funny, the fact that a market for a banana slicer exists or the satirical reviews for the product.
This website shows you how you can upload any picture you like and turn it into a FREE coloring page.
Sports that used to be in the Olympics that are no longer included. Individual Synchronized Swimming? I mean really!
Have you ever heard of the wedding tradition of bride napping? I hadn't, but it sounds fun!
I love this DIY project on how to make a scrabble board with magnetic pieces to hang in your home so you can have an ongoing game of Scrabble!
On this website, you can see the current wind patterns in the USA. I may just be a geek but that is pretty darn cool.
I'm no Oprah fan, but this collection of six-word memoirs on her website is practically genius.
This blog has images of street art from all around the world. It is simple amazing what talented people can do to everyday objects.
Can't wait to try this recipe for homemade pretzel bites with cheese sauce! Yummy.
I got absorbed in the article about how fashion defined the reign of Marie Antoinette.
I don't know what is more funny, the fact that a market for a banana slicer exists or the satirical reviews for the product.
This website shows you how you can upload any picture you like and turn it into a FREE coloring page.
Sports that used to be in the Olympics that are no longer included. Individual Synchronized Swimming? I mean really!
Have you ever heard of the wedding tradition of bride napping? I hadn't, but it sounds fun!
I love this DIY project on how to make a scrabble board with magnetic pieces to hang in your home so you can have an ongoing game of Scrabble!
On this website, you can see the current wind patterns in the USA. I may just be a geek but that is pretty darn cool.
29 Eylül 2012 Cumartesi
Molon Labe, CPSC
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Last week I had no reason to purchase the toy known as "Buckyballs". Today I own this set.
I only decided "I must have these"" explicitly because some unelected bureaucrat says they are too dangerous for the public to own. (Really? Waaaaay cool, mmmust have!)
Here are the 216 blue balls. You can have my Buckyballs when you pry them from my cold, dead, hands!
Really CPSC, you've really overstepped in it this time. Heel! You are out of control!
See also, saveourballs.net
Buckyballs... There are many like it but these 216 are mine!
* The 216 blue balls were purchased at retail cost. I have not received nor do I expect any compensation from anyone associated with Buckyballs.
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I only decided "I must have these"" explicitly because some unelected bureaucrat says they are too dangerous for the public to own. (Really? Waaaaay cool, mmmust have!)
Here are the 216 blue balls. You can have my Buckyballs when you pry them from my cold, dead, hands!
Really CPSC, you've really overstepped in it this time. Heel! You are out of control!
See also, saveourballs.net
Buckyballs... There are many like it but these 216 are mine!
* The 216 blue balls were purchased at retail cost. I have not received nor do I expect any compensation from anyone associated with Buckyballs.
Chick-Fil-A appreciation day
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The SandCastle Queen and I tried to lunch at the local Chick-fil-a and failed. The walk up line was out the door and down the side of the building. The drive through was backed up at least 25 cars in each direction. The line started out in the streets. Unfortunately I had a meeting just after lunch so I couldn't wait in the line.
But the SCQueen went back. She talked to a gentlemen leaving with two bags. He waited 45 minutes in line. An employee said there was a line at the door when they opened and it hasn't let up since.
This is quite a showing of support!
Pics to follow.
But the SCQueen went back. She talked to a gentlemen leaving with two bags. He waited 45 minutes in line. An employee said there was a line at the door when they opened and it hasn't let up since.
This is quite a showing of support!
Pics to follow.
Short Week coming...
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I've been woefully neglectful here at the SandCastle and it's not for lack of blogfodder. Rather blogging is low in the priority scheme and its been starved for cycles. In other words, life got in the way. And when I do start a post, it doesn't pass the QC check and by the time I get back to it, it's old news.
Next week is a short week at the DayJob(tm). Monday is a holiday and Thursday I will be heading up to GBR VII. Travel and Lodging arrangements are in place. Hope to see Y'all there!
However I still haven't decided what to bring, nor how to secure it at the hotel. Some things I'd like to bring I don't have any ammunition for. I have the components but temps at the reloading station are still holding near the mod 90's even at this late hour. That negatively affects the motivation. Packing is the priority for the long weekend.
Next week is a short week at the DayJob(tm). Monday is a holiday and Thursday I will be heading up to GBR VII. Travel and Lodging arrangements are in place. Hope to see Y'all there!
However I still haven't decided what to bring, nor how to secure it at the hotel. Some things I'd like to bring I don't have any ammunition for. I have the components but temps at the reloading station are still holding near the mod 90's even at this late hour. That negatively affects the motivation. Packing is the priority for the long weekend.
Wheels down @ GBR VII
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A stake was hammered in the ground several months back. Your humble host brushed the issue the costs of attending GBR aside and bellowed "I AM GOING THIS YEAR". TSM Kevin heard my bellow and the offer of a 3-ish hour trip instead of a 15 hour drive sounded like a good deal.
We fired up the #1 engine at 10:27 local and shut them down 3:26 later on the ramp at Carson City. (note flight time is not the same as engine time. Engine time includes taxi time at each end while flight time if from take off to landing.)
A frequent question following any flight is "So, how was the flight?"
The best answer is "uneventful" and most of the time, flying in the desert SouthWest, "uneventful" is appropriate. But here at the tail end of thunderstorm season, the forecast for "ISOL -SHRA" to "WDLY SCT -SHRA/-TSRA" (isolated light rain showers to widely scattered light rain showers.-light thunderstorms and rain). The key words there are "isolated" and "widely scattered". I read that to mean "I can fly around them". The plan was to fly up late morning and complete the flight before the afternoon thunderstorms fire off.
So the flight was "eventful" in an expected exercise of constant weather evaluation and plan B re-evaluation. The plane got a couple light rain washes on the way up, enough to clean the dust but not the bugs. Perhaps we should call this "safe, within expected paramters".
Dinner was a nice buffet with several people that will soon migrate to the "blogger's I have met" column. I sense this will be a bad week for the diet.
Range day tomorrow, Wish you were here!
PS.. Thanks to Boomershoot Joe for test driving the QR code on the card.
We fired up the #1 engine at 10:27 local and shut them down 3:26 later on the ramp at Carson City. (note flight time is not the same as engine time. Engine time includes taxi time at each end while flight time if from take off to landing.)
A frequent question following any flight is "So, how was the flight?"
The best answer is "uneventful" and most of the time, flying in the desert SouthWest, "uneventful" is appropriate. But here at the tail end of thunderstorm season, the forecast for "ISOL -SHRA" to "WDLY SCT -SHRA/-TSRA" (isolated light rain showers to widely scattered light rain showers.-light thunderstorms and rain). The key words there are "isolated" and "widely scattered". I read that to mean "I can fly around them". The plan was to fly up late morning and complete the flight before the afternoon thunderstorms fire off.
So the flight was "eventful" in an expected exercise of constant weather evaluation and plan B re-evaluation. The plane got a couple light rain washes on the way up, enough to clean the dust but not the bugs. Perhaps we should call this "safe, within expected paramters".
Dinner was a nice buffet with several people that will soon migrate to the "blogger's I have met" column. I sense this will be a bad week for the diet.
Range day tomorrow, Wish you were here!
PS.. Thanks to Boomershoot Joe for test driving the QR code on the card.
GBR VII, RTB
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What a weekend!
Friday's range day followed an NRA sponsored breakfast. was a lot of fun, even if a bit windy. I traded shots with several other participants including a certain Top Shot season winner and genuinely nice guy.
A favorite was trading shots with fellow 10/.22 shooters. 10/.22 rifles are like snowflakes, no two are alike. I tried a hammer forged bull-barreled ith iron sights(Alternate title, "there are many like it but this one is mine"). There were others as well, on average probably one on every other bench.
Note to self - next time collect all the 10/.22 owners & rifles for a class pic.
Joe "Boomershoot" Huffman sighted in his Rem 700 in .300 Win Mag and was quickly ringing the steel at all ranges with the help of his phone app. He then generously offered the trigger to anyone that wanted to try. I say "generously" because each round is likely in the $2-3 range. The rifle also sports a muzzle brake producing a surprisingly felt recoil, no worse than an M1-Garand in .30-06. Note to self - get a muzzle brake! (installed)
I made it down for Breakfast Saturday sponsored by GunBroker.com. These people know us and what we like on the menu. Well done and little wasted! But I didn't feel entirely well and opted to take a nap rather than head out for Steel-Challenge. Thought I'd nap a couple hours then get up and be productive. Five hours later I woke up. Well I guess I needed that. Met back up with the group for dinner and beyond.
Sunday we joined the group for breakfast then headed out to the airport to head home, skipping the Cowboy action shoot. The flight home again was mostly uneventful. We had adverse winds and had to dodge several rain shafts but made it back to SandCastle muni before storms closed the route.
I'll have more to add as well as pictures... stay tuned!
Friday's range day followed an NRA sponsored breakfast. was a lot of fun, even if a bit windy. I traded shots with several other participants including a certain Top Shot season winner and genuinely nice guy.
A favorite was trading shots with fellow 10/.22 shooters. 10/.22 rifles are like snowflakes, no two are alike. I tried a hammer forged bull-barreled ith iron sights(Alternate title, "there are many like it but this one is mine"). There were others as well, on average probably one on every other bench.
Note to self - next time collect all the 10/.22 owners & rifles for a class pic.
Joe "Boomershoot" Huffman sighted in his Rem 700 in .300 Win Mag and was quickly ringing the steel at all ranges with the help of his phone app. He then generously offered the trigger to anyone that wanted to try. I say "generously" because each round is likely in the $2-3 range. The rifle also sports a muzzle brake producing a surprisingly felt recoil, no worse than an M1-Garand in .30-06. Note to self - get a muzzle brake! (installed)
I made it down for Breakfast Saturday sponsored by GunBroker.com. These people know us and what we like on the menu. Well done and little wasted! But I didn't feel entirely well and opted to take a nap rather than head out for Steel-Challenge. Thought I'd nap a couple hours then get up and be productive. Five hours later I woke up. Well I guess I needed that. Met back up with the group for dinner and beyond.
Sunday we joined the group for breakfast then headed out to the airport to head home, skipping the Cowboy action shoot. The flight home again was mostly uneventful. We had adverse winds and had to dodge several rain shafts but made it back to SandCastle muni before storms closed the route.
I'll have more to add as well as pictures... stay tuned!
28 Eylül 2012 Cuma
Danielle's & Dusty's Wedding
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On Thursday last week we (Mom, Dad Brandon & Jodi) drove to Salt Lake City Utah.
To attend the Wedding of Todd's daughter Daniella Langston to Dusty Scott.
We arrived on Friday and attended a pre-wedding dinner at Sizzler with Dusty's family.
Daniella & Dusty & Dusty's brother
Todd & Jullianna
Dusty's Mom & Dad
Dusty's family
Mari & Ladd (Mari's boyfriend)
Dusty & Daniella coming out of the Temple
Kim & Mike waiting
Mari, Jullianna, Cathi, Erin & Tyler
Daniella's Mom & brother & sisters
Salt Lake Temple
Daniella & Dusty in front of the Doors of the
Salt Lake City Temple
After the pictures at the temple the reception was at Daniella's Aunts house
(Cathi's sisters house) in Alpine.
I'll upload pictures later.
Sunday we (Mom, Dad & I) went to have lunch with Aunt Marilyn and Uncle Clark
at the Market Place Grill in Salt Lake.
Then we went to Todd's house and hung out with them all afternoon.
About 6pm Daniella and Dusty came over with their gifts and opened them.
Opening up Kim's present and being weird
Kim's gift
Kim's gift
Opening Mom's gift
Cool pots and pans!!!
To attend the Wedding of Todd's daughter Daniella Langston to Dusty Scott.
We arrived on Friday and attended a pre-wedding dinner at Sizzler with Dusty's family.
Daniella & Dusty & Dusty's brother
Todd & Jullianna
Dusty's Mom & Dad
Dusty's family
Mari & Ladd (Mari's boyfriend)
Dusty & Daniella coming out of the Temple
Kim & Mike waiting
Mari, Jullianna, Cathi, Erin & Tyler
Daniella's Mom & brother & sisters
Salt Lake Temple
Daniella & Dusty in front of the Doors of the
Salt Lake City Temple
After the pictures at the temple the reception was at Daniella's Aunts house
(Cathi's sisters house) in Alpine.
I'll upload pictures later.
Sunday we (Mom, Dad & I) went to have lunch with Aunt Marilyn and Uncle Clark
at the Market Place Grill in Salt Lake.
Then we went to Todd's house and hung out with them all afternoon.
About 6pm Daniella and Dusty came over with their gifts and opened them.
Opening up Kim's present and being weird
Kim's gift
Kim's gift
Opening Mom's gift
Cool pots and pans!!!
Daniella & Dusty's Wedding-Kim's version
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Well I've been such a slacker. I'm finally getting around to posting about Daniella & Dusty's wedding which happened about 30 days ago.
I know that Jodi already posted her version. But mine is better. At least a tad bit more entertaining. Don't worry, Jodi knows I love her.
For those of you who do not know who Daniella is, well she is Todd's 2nd oldest daughter. So that makes her my niece.
Daniella & Dusty got sealed for time and all eternity in the Salt Lake City temple on Saturday 5/28/11.
The temps that day were on the cool side. But the sun did come out & warm us while we were waiting on the temple grounds.
Loved this bench that Mike is sitting on. He wanted me to walk around temple square & take photos. But I was afraid that Daniella & Dusty would emerge from the temple and we would miss them.
Here is Mari and her boyfriend Ladd. Mari is Todd's oldest daughter. So that makes her Daniella's big sister and another of my nieces.
My son Brandon.
This is my ex sister in law Cathi (on the right). She is the mother of the bride. Here she is with her girlfriend Kim (on the left). I hadn't seen Cathi in years. It was good to visit with her again.
Cathi with 4 of her 6 children. Mari, Julianna, Erin Grace & Tyler. Daniella was still inside getting married. And Colin couldn't come to the wedding. He is in the Air Force so he couldn't get away. I don't know why I never took a photo of Todd and his kids (these same kids). Probably as he was inside attending the sealing. The rest of us were taking photos outside to pass the time away.
Finally the family started emerging from the temple. Cathi went over to say "hi" to Todd. It was good to see that the two of them could put aside their differences for the occasion.
Three of Todd & Cathi's daughters. Mari, Julianna & Erin Grace.
Mom & Jodi after the temple sealing. Waiting for Daniella & Dusty to emerge from the temple.
Everyone is anxiously waiting.
Finally Daniella & Dusty come out of the temple.
Give your wife a big smooch Dusty!
They are such a cute couple.
Daniella with her mom Cathi.
Then it was time to take photos on the temple steps. Technically you only have 20 minutes to do so. At least that is what another impatient photographer told us.
This is Dusty's family. I don't have any of our family as we were all busy being in the photo that we didn't have anyone to take the photo of us. Except for the photographer, but she was busy taking her own photos.
While we were up on the steps Mike had to get a photo of the doorknobs. They are fabulous.
Then Mike took this photo of everyone down at the bottom of the steps. You can see the back of me. I'm to the right of the bride.
The "Grandma's" getting their photo taken with the bride.
Jodi & Julianna goofing off between photos.
The bride's parents. Todd and Cathi.
The bridesmaids. Julianna is to the left of Daniella. And Mari is to the right. The other 2 girls are Dusty's sisters. Daniella's other sister Erin Grace was an honorary bridesmaid.
Erin Grace didn't seem to mind.
I like this photo of the bridesmaids jumping. It looks like Daniella is floating.
The proud papa Todd.
Dad & Mom aka: Grandpa and Grandma visiting with Brandon.
I love this photo of Daniella and Julianna.
All 4 sisters.
The groom and his groomsmen.
Everyone is a photographer these days.
More waiting. I'm sure we took double the allotment of time for taking photos on the temple steps.
Do you think these alcoves were made just for taking photos like this?
I do believe they were.
We can't forget the shoes. Forget fancy high heels. This bride wanted to be comfortable along with her bridesmaids.
Are we done taking photos yet? Isn't that what Todd's look is saying?
Julianna looks bored. Dad just wants to know when it is nap time.
Nope, the photographer isn't quite done. Just one or two more photos.
Speaking of photographers. I was trying to practice my photo skills with these flowers. I still have so much to learn.
Temple square always has so many beautiful things to photograph. I now wish I had walked around temple square taking photos while we waited as Mike had suggested. Maybe next time.
The End. But really it is the beginning of Daniella and Dusty's wonderful life together, forever.
If you made it through this entire post, you deserve a medal. I know it had a lot of photos. But I didn't want you to miss a thing. Didn't you feel like you were right there? Of course you do.
Hopefully tomorrow I'll post about their reception. And then I still need to report about the rest of our trip. Plus I still have to post about Cade's (Eric's son) high school graduation and Danica's (Eric's daughter) college graduation.
So stay tuned.
Kim
I know that Jodi already posted her version. But mine is better. At least a tad bit more entertaining. Don't worry, Jodi knows I love her.
For those of you who do not know who Daniella is, well she is Todd's 2nd oldest daughter. So that makes her my niece. Daniella & Dusty got sealed for time and all eternity in the Salt Lake City temple on Saturday 5/28/11.The temps that day were on the cool side. But the sun did come out & warm us while we were waiting on the temple grounds.Loved this bench that Mike is sitting on. He wanted me to walk around temple square & take photos. But I was afraid that Daniella & Dusty would emerge from the temple and we would miss them.Here is Mari and her boyfriend Ladd. Mari is Todd's oldest daughter. So that makes her Daniella's big sister and another of my nieces. My son Brandon.This is my ex sister in law Cathi (on the right). She is the mother of the bride. Here she is with her girlfriend Kim (on the left). I hadn't seen Cathi in years. It was good to visit with her again.Cathi with 4 of her 6 children. Mari, Julianna, Erin Grace & Tyler. Daniella was still inside getting married. And Colin couldn't come to the wedding. He is in the Air Force so he couldn't get away. I don't know why I never took a photo of Todd and his kids (these same kids). Probably as he was inside attending the sealing. The rest of us were taking photos outside to pass the time away.Finally the family started emerging from the temple. Cathi went over to say "hi" to Todd. It was good to see that the two of them could put aside their differences for the occasion.Three of Todd & Cathi's daughters. Mari, Julianna & Erin Grace.Mom & Jodi after the temple sealing. Waiting for Daniella & Dusty to emerge from the temple.Everyone is anxiously waiting.Finally Daniella & Dusty come out of the temple.Give your wife a big smooch Dusty!They are such a cute couple.Daniella with her mom Cathi.Then it was time to take photos on the temple steps. Technically you only have 20 minutes to do so. At least that is what another impatient photographer told us.
This is Dusty's family. I don't have any of our family as we were all busy being in the photo that we didn't have anyone to take the photo of us. Except for the photographer, but she was busy taking her own photos.
While we were up on the steps Mike had to get a photo of the doorknobs. They are fabulous.Then Mike took this photo of everyone down at the bottom of the steps. You can see the back of me. I'm to the right of the bride.The "Grandma's" getting their photo taken with the bride.Jodi & Julianna goofing off between photos.The bride's parents. Todd and Cathi.The bridesmaids. Julianna is to the left of Daniella. And Mari is to the right. The other 2 girls are Dusty's sisters. Daniella's other sister Erin Grace was an honorary bridesmaid.Erin Grace didn't seem to mind.I like this photo of the bridesmaids jumping. It looks like Daniella is floating.The proud papa Todd.Dad & Mom aka: Grandpa and Grandma visiting with Brandon.I love this photo of Daniella and Julianna.All 4 sisters.The groom and his groomsmen.Everyone is a photographer these days.More waiting. I'm sure we took double the allotment of time for taking photos on the temple steps.Do you think these alcoves were made just for taking photos like this?I do believe they were.We can't forget the shoes. Forget fancy high heels. This bride wanted to be comfortable along with her bridesmaids.Are we done taking photos yet? Isn't that what Todd's look is saying?Julianna looks bored. Dad just wants to know when it is nap time.Nope, the photographer isn't quite done. Just one or two more photos.Speaking of photographers. I was trying to practice my photo skills with these flowers. I still have so much to learn.Temple square always has so many beautiful things to photograph. I now wish I had walked around temple square taking photos while we waited as Mike had suggested. Maybe next time.The End. But really it is the beginning of Daniella and Dusty's wonderful life together, forever.If you made it through this entire post, you deserve a medal. I know it had a lot of photos. But I didn't want you to miss a thing. Didn't you feel like you were right there? Of course you do.
Hopefully tomorrow I'll post about their reception. And then I still need to report about the rest of our trip. Plus I still have to post about Cade's (Eric's son) high school graduation and Danica's (Eric's daughter) college graduation.
So stay tuned.
Kim
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