Here's a good Stephanie story for ya:

In preparation to take a dear friend to the temple for the first time ever, I desperately wanted to get an oil change. That, and I had put it off for so long, I thought my car would cough up dust before we made it to our destination. Those new fangled lights and sounds that warn you of low tire pressure, low oil life etc, kind of make me anxious... to the point I want to jump out the door while driving, but the beeping warning of a door ajar makes me back off the ledge.

Because we have a lease, I like to get the oil changed at the dealership we got the car. When I called that morning, there was no availability to even squeeze me in for an oil change. Rather than chance it, I decided to go to another mechanic and give it a shot. Upon looking at the prices for an oil change, I looked wordlessly at the mechanic, turned around and went back to my car. I took a deep breath and walked back into the office. The clerk's raised eyebrows at my second arrival needed no explanation.

After a deep breath I finally sputtered out, "Whysooooexpensive?!" The patient/patronizing (he danced an awful lot between those two in this whole interaction) clerk stated that my oil was a special synthetic oil- so it cost more. I was willing to open up my trunk and make something "synthetic" out of whatever remained there from Kate's snacks, groceries, windshield wiping fluid, old socks- whatever! Anything to avoid the extreme cost of this oil change. In front of the man waiting patiently at the service desk, I proceeded to call my dealership and ask if I needed, really needed synthetic oil. Yes, I did call one dealership from another to try and negotiate a lower price. No, it did not work- I wasn't buying a car... you can't negotiate a lower oil change price through intimidation... unless you're a one Stephanie Graham!
As I balked rather unabashedly at the price, the (patronizing now) clerk flippantly said, "If you want to go to your dealership and pick up the oil and come back we'll do the change for twenty bucks."

Game. Set. Match.

So, I hopped jubilantly back in the car and started to dial the Honda dealership...the dealership I had already talked to three times that morning. And instead of continuing with the number I now knew by heart, I hung up and  popped on over to the jiffy lube across the street. I was glib. (Yes, I used that word... mostly in honor of the news flying around about TomKat lately) When the clerk at jiffy lube quoted me a price $30 more than at the previous shop- the lustre had started to fade- then, no!- I'll just go to the auto part store and buy the stuff I need! In a drive that took no more than five minutes, I had made up my mind and had returned to my previous glib-ness. The pride in my heart over my brilliance had just nearly floored me.

Walking into the auto part store with such gait makes many do stupid things. Not me. I went straight to the oil- excuse me, synthetic oil- aisle and grabbed exactly what I needed. When brought back to the purchasing desk, I was sure to ask at least twice that this was indeed the proper oil for my car. Two associates answered in the affirmative. I nearly skipped back out with the oil and oil filter. If my calculations were correct, after the price of the booty just acquired, I would save almost $30!!! I'm the shiz... that's right, I said it.

When I returned to the first mechanic and nonchalantly dropped two huge bottles of dang expensive oil on the desk, my face could not have split into a bigger smile. The clerk raised those stupid eyebrows at me again. Then after a long pause said, "Is this the oil they gave you?" In a kid who just snuck an oreo from cookie jar grin, I responded, "yep. I know the owner of the dealership- he takes good care of me." Now, in my mind I hadn't lied. There was sufficient space between my first and second sentence to be understood like this: Yes, they- meaning the auto part store- gave the oil. Pause. I know the owner of the dealership, he would never question my oil. He just sighed and said, "Okay." in a clippish kind of way. Almost like a parent that sees oreo crumbs in their child's teeth.
Because of that clippish way in which the clerk responded to my obvious nom de plume, I continued to dig myself a rather deep hole by tossing around other things I knew about the owner of the car dealership. I carpool with his wife. I call him by his informal first name. I think I might have even mentioned the dog's name. And that we might dog sit sometimes. And lost their dog...
You know, all things that created a foolproof and credible character map of myself. After talking slower and steadily quietly, I just gave up and sat down. I could not contain the bliss at my frugal stealthiness. When the mechanic called the make, model and year that represented my car, I nearly bounced my way over to snatch my keys. The thrill at my OPERATION: Synthetic Oil had nearly engulfed me. Then as I bebopped around town to get some last minute errands done, I had a serious flashback.

Almost like the way a movie montage plays across the screen, I saw the menacing eyebrows of that patronizing clerk. Over and over. Closer and closer. Like a zoom in and jaws music to match.
Then, it hit me. That was the wrong oil! Wait, no! It couldn't be... I asked twice. It was synthetic. It was a cool silver bottle. There is no way I got the oil wrong- no way!
So, with my tail so quickly between my legs I drove my car to Jimmy's work and proceeded to freak out. He came out to the car and we searched together in the car manual to find the proper oil to use. My fingers were shaking- for just cause, people... I. used. the. wrong. freaking. oil.

The next step in this almost too crazy to be real story, I had Jimmy call the dealership. I refused to talk to them. I did not, however, refuse to jump around in front of a calm, steady husband (while on the phone with the person of whom I lost a beloved pet!) trying to explain myself. Jimmy got off the phone with a grim face. My jumping ceased. I wanted the earth to swallow me up. The emotional roller coaster from defiance to triumph to being confounded then hysterical were taking a serious toll on my well being.

Jimmy's grim expression seemed to last for an eternity until he smiled and said, "It's fine. But don't make a habit of using that oil. The car is brand new, it will be okay. They just said to never go to another shop for your oil changes."

The relief was so pure that it gave me time to wipe the chocolate crumbs off my very glib face.

Girl's Camp & Goals

For nine years straight, I have attended a camp for young women as a leader. I have experienced many aspects of camp, but I have to admit that the job I have done for the past two years have been my favorite. Only because of the drama. When you work as leader at camp with lots of teenage girls, there is lots of drama. In the kitchen, which is where I worked this year and last, it is pure physical labor... like 6:00 am to 11:00 pm labor. But it is a labor of love and done with lots of laughs. I thoroughly enjoyed myself.

All the kitchen staff had their own sleeping quarters that included a separate lodge. During the day, our rooms were closed and would get very hot. At the end of every long day, the cooks would meet in the lodge to have a devotional and chit chat. Because I sleep so poorly in the heat, on the way to each devotional, I would leave my room door open to let the air circulate. One night, as we were returning to the rooms, a fellow cook noticed a scurrying coming from my room. Out popped a raccoon! That fat thing scampered off to our screams then turned around and hissed at us!!! It was a very cruel raccoon. Would you like to know why? Because it passed up the candy I had on my night stand and favored my roomie's! The reason why that action was cruel is because I am trying very hard to lose weight. Oh, the irony. I did end up giving my candy to the poor cook that lost her candy to a hungry raccoon. But it would have been awfully nice to skip the step of even having candy in my hands!

While we're on the weight loss subject, I would like to share some of the journey I am taking. In the last week of January, I made the decision to work more diligently on taking care of my body. It is a gift from God and I have been treating it very poorly. Very, very poorly. With the mix of many small factors, I have found a balance that is bringing success. I am excited to share that I am 3 pounds short of losing 40 pounds!!! Isn't that just the bee's knees?! My goal is 100 pounds and then some. There have been many little things that happen to bring squeals (or even tears) of delight. I cried in the dressing room at Gap when I actually fit back into the clothes there. I have been happily wearing clothes that are nearly a decade old- with new accessories, of course...

Also, something funny happened to me. Before I got married, my income was such that I might buy myself many nice things. Of those nice things, I would purchase fine jewelry. Of that fine jewelry, there was a fabulous ring with 12 sapphires and six diamonds set in platinum. Jimmy and I were in matrimonial bliss for maybe five years when I could no longer wear said ring. It devastated me, but not enough to keep from shoving that ring to the back of my jewelry drawer. Well, one day I decided I was going to don that ring once more, darn it! Before a relief society activity, I attempted to push it onto my chubby sausage of a finger. It would not fit! So, I did anything a normal person would not do- I pushed even harder. So hard, in fact, that the ring just barely squeaked onto my finger. And stayed. The ring stayed for the whole relief society meeting and steadily created a purple bulge above the joint on which the ring sat. It was only after multiple urges from concerned women that I finally relented to attend the emergency room. The doctor refused to cut the ring off (much to my dismay and Jimmy's glee- it was a very expensive ring). Instead of cutting the ring, the doctor used thick fishing line to screw the ring off. It hurt like the dickens, but my jewelry remained intact. That sapphire, diamond and platinum piece was pushed back again to the far corner of my jewelry drawer. Well, last night, my current setting (I've been through 7- I like bling) was too big and was annoyingly turning circles around my finger. So, I daringly, gasp!, tried on my sapphire ring. Good news folks- no trip to the ER! It fits! Things like that experience are what brings me joy: fitting differently on the Disneyland rides, jeans falling off, etc.

Because of my success in weight loss, I have been attempting more difficult goals. My newest goal?! Running a 10K! I am excited, only because I have experienced one day of training. But I am optimistic. There is ample time to prepare. The date is November 17th of this year and I am running it with Jimmy and some friends. Oh my stars and garters, I cannot wait!

I'm a responsible adult

My sister-in-law Ashley is just the age to have all her teenage friends over for fun game nights. My responsibility for these game nights is to have fun with the kids and chaperon. We do fun (in a loving way, of course) pranks, play loud obnoxious rhythm games and laugh and eat pizza and shoot soda out our noses when we laugh... you know, all the good stuff. One prank in particular was my very favorite. Wait, before I tell you about the prank, I need to share with you who the recipients usually are: the kids that declined the invite to game night. So, they are all kids we like- hence the 'loving way' part of the prank.
On to my favorite mischeivery of all time.
It was at the beginning of the year and we drove to taco bell brainstorming the plan for that night. Driving through the neighborhoods, we realized that people had left their Christmas trees out at the curb for pick up the following morning. It was some one's ingenious idea to put all the trees we could find on the lawn and front porch of the kid missing from the pack that night. We drove within and one mile radius around the kid's house finding all the lone Christmas trees. The best part was having kids holding on to the tree through the window and dragging it as we drove very slow and stealth like. No less than 15 Christmas trees were collected and we plopped them all over the front lawn. It looked like a winter wonderland! The hardest part of these pranks is, of course, to keep quiet through it all and to prevent the shooting soda from ruining some one's lawn...
 

Lost in Translation

When my sister chose to get married in the Mesa temple, she also chose to have a reception site very close to make it easier on out of town guests. I commend her for that. We however, did two things that made the easy trip from the temple to reception site a tad bit difficult. We a) did not print out directions before our trip and b) did not bring the invitation with the address. Fortunately for us, the natives are kind and gave us directions. This is how the afternoon went:

My brother, Tommy, gave us great directions to get to the Regency when we were standing outside of the temple in 110 degree heat. Now, I think I can blame the next part on the heat...
We followed the directions and could not find the venue. We went down the very short street a few times and could not find the building. We did not know the street number, just the name of the venue, "The Regency". We headed further down a cross street to ask for directions. There was a sweet old lady walking on the street that was happy to oblige. Her directions consisted of passing many fast food establishments. In fact, by the many establishments listed, we should have known at that point that we might have been going in the wrong direction. She was so confident that we trusted her. Well, I will tell you this- the woman on the street was correct. Jimmy and I followed her directions exactly and ended up at a hole-in-the-wall-pay-by-the-hour kind of motel. It was the Regency, alright. The Regency INN. What we had intended to go to was The Regency GARDEN. After realizing our error, I called Tommy and asked him for better directions. The first point of reference for finding the place? Oh, just find the place with bars on the windows. What?!?!?!

Upon arrival, I noticed they were not bars but wrought iron decorative grates that were actually quite stunning. We may have gotten to the reception a little late, but we came armed with a great ice breaking story.

The Regency GARDEN

The Regency INN

Short and sweet update

It's pretty sad that the blogger format has changed since I last updated my blog. It's not that we haven't been doing anything- just the opposite! Just a few quick bullet points:

• A surprise 30th birthday party- my family and friends surprised me so much that that very morning I had spent some time crying to friend about everyone forgetting my birthday. Fortunately, Jimmy did not tell Kate about the party because she made me egg whites to make me feel better rather than spilling the beans. It was an amazing day that started with a drive up Napa Valley to all my favorite spots in a new convertible!
• Jimmy finished school (but isn't walking until September) I am sooo proud of him! That boy has worked so hard. Now onto the job hunt! May he be fruitful!
• Kate joined the newspaper club at school and has been writing non-stop. We go through paper like termites!
• We went to Las Vegas- not such a huge fan of Sin City, but a very huge fan of Cirque Du Soleil, shopping, the hotel and not having to pay for any of it because it was a business trip. Three Cheers for an expense account!
• Disneyland on the way to Beth's wedding. Oh goodness, do I love that place. A lot. Too much, probably. We enjoyed a full day of rides excluding the Tower of Terror :( My very favorite ride... we waited in line for 2 1/2 hours, the park closed and we were booted from the line in order to get into the Disneyland side before it closed.
• Beth's Wedding!!! My sister looked radiant on her special day! Jimmy and I had a blast dancing the night away. My family and I rented a fancy HUGE house (with a pool!). It was so fun to wake up to my sweet nieces and nephews. It was the first time all the siblings were together in over 10 years! I laughed and laughed and loved the trip despite the 110 degree weather.

This new app makes it easier to be more productive

ie: lazier

Kate and I went down to Santa Cruz to help my mom set up an Etsy shop. The day started with a visit to the local flea market where I scored a set of old school lockers for a friend for 20 bucks! The dude had no idea what they were worth, which was apparent by his M- to the- Assive plumber's crack!
Anyway... we set up shop, had a blast and made it home in time for me to be the driver for my teenage sister in law's prank doing friends. That, my friends, is what I call a successful Friday.

p.s.- if you wake up to something large and in multiples on your lawn, it is only because you are loved.

p.p.s.- this post was written entirely on a iPod touch, next time I'll give y'all a treat and leave the auto-corrected version.

SF gem

I love going to the city. I took Kate for the first time on BART (public transit) yesterday. We had a blast! We visited Britex fabrics, a four story Mecca for any seamstress. Kate and I also hit the Cheesecake Factory, Macy's (all 7 stories), the Disney store and a little stall selling the sweetest hand knit hats. Of course we got one for Kate!
It was so inexpensive! She has not taken it off since we bought it. I would like to add one point to the 'success' side of the board pleas, Vanna.

Bucket List

Soooo, after many hours doing research (on Pinterest, naturally) I have formulated a bucket list:

Go see the Temple square Christmas lights in SLC

Go to a live General conference

Learn Spanish

Experience the Northern lights

Take a Backpacking trip with my family

Go Zip lining in Hawaii

Publish the children's books I've written

Finish decorating an entire house- every room!

Read the entire Old Testament

Just for ONE full day, have every single laundry item and dish in the house clean

Sing a solo at church

See Kate married in the temple

Spend a WHOLE day at the spa

Visit Norway

Visit Poland

Serve a mission

Bake a souffle

Own a new Jaguar

Give a birthday gift to every family member one year (working on that one this year)

Go on a Church history tour one Summer with my family

Own a pair of designer shoes and actually wear them

Go to the French Laundry with Jimmy

Spend one Christmas with my family serving in a third world country

Learn how to make brioche

Make a croquembouche for Christmas

Learn how to play the piano

Welcome, 2012

Last year I made a resolution to mail everyone in my family a birthday card. I got as far as my brother, Jim. His birthday is January 21... ouch.
This year I chose two resolutions:

• Exercise at least 4 days a week
• Communicate better with my family (trying on the b-day cards again)
  

Wish me luck.

p.s. I should probably mail my parents' Christmas package soon...

Napa Valley Film Festival!

Jimmy called me on his way home from work one day to inform me that he had won something on the radio. As a past radio prize winner, I was so excited! It’s not the prize but the winning that brings such a rush. (think: A Christmas Story movie and the leg lamp, “It’s a major award!”) So when my sweet husband shared with me what the token he’d won was, my excitement grew. Tickets to the Napa Valley Film Festival!!!

Being a passholder for this event gave us many perks… unfortunately, most of the perks were wine related. That, however, did not deter our fun. Jimmy and I planned our day of screenings like kids making a Christmas list. Many a title was crossed off for better, more shiny option. We ended up with a screening schedule like this:

9:00 am- shorts collection

1:00 pm- Among Us (a Swedish film)

4:00 pm- Becoming Santa (documentary)

7:00 pm- Hammer (narrative)

We tried to have a broad range of films, which turned out to be a wise decision. The shorts collection was inspiring, disturbing, thought provoking, interesting and funny. Each film was no longer than 20 minutes. With 20 minutes to tell a story, a writer must be precise and decisive with the plot. My favorite of the set was “Angels”. Not only did we enjoy the shorts, but all the directors and actors were at the screening Jimmy and I chose to attend. After the films, the film makers took part in a q&a with the audience. It was amazing! I even got a picture with the director/writer of my favorite short film!

After the shorts, we drove up to the Cameo cinema to see a foreign film. Our consensus:

good acting, good premise, terrible story- there was no arc and we knew the ending far before the movie was over. With actors so excellent, I felt bad that their characters were given so little room to grow. Good news is that there were plenty of concessions to keep our mind off the not so great film.

Following the foreign film, Jimmy and I attended a screening at the Napa Valley Opera House. SO AWESOME! The film was a documentary following a man that dyed his hair and beard, went to Santa school and spent a season experiencing being Santa. The film was sweet and funny. It also was so tender and poignant. I thoroughly enjoyed it. Plus, we got to do a q&a with the director. By far the best q&a!!!

Hammer was the last film we watched. AMAZING true story of a deaf wrestler that moved on to become a ultimate fighting champion. What I liked most is that each actor playing a deaf person in the movie is deaf in real life. The way the movie was written and filmed really gave me the sense of what it might be like to be deaf in a hearing world. Plus, any movie always scores bonus points for me when they do an "update" during the credits. I loved seeing what everyone from the movie is doing now.

In between all the movies, we went to Bistro Sabor- YUM! double yum! Duck tacos with orange compote and coconut mushroom clam chowder kept my rumbly tumbly soooo happy! We are planning on buying passes for next year because we had so much fun!

Halloween

Well after Kate's stash of candy has been depleted (with the off-brand lingering at the bottom of the bag), I have found the time/drive to post about our holiday...

(cutest little waitress- I sewed that!!!)

Kate was invited by her best friend from school to trick-or-treat in their neighborhood. Because we are Halloween orphans this year, we jumped at the chance. The kids had a blast. We travelled all of two blocks before we were done. After weighing Kaitlin;s bag in my hand, I had determined it did not meet our candy requirements for the evening. You see, not only does Kate get dressed up to have fun and receive candy for being adorable. She must pay me for all the hard work I put in each year with a chocolate tax. Like any realistic government, I acquire the tax without the payer's notice. So, because of the small amount of Snickers in her cute little bag, Kate was persuaded to trick-or-treat just a few houses more. We high tailed it over to the most popular neighborhood as fast as my minivan could carry us. (oh yeah, we got a new car, btw) At the number one neighborhood in Napa, we walked through haunted houses and enjoyed hot chocolate. Each house was decorated to the hilt (isn't a hilt part of a sword?). Anyway, the downside of going to a 'hood that is so popular is that there are zero houses that choose to give out king sized candy bars... upside is that every house gives out candy. Thus, no skipping doors. Simple math, people- more candy. All in all it was fabulous and perhaps I can talk Kate into being Amelia Earhart next year. I'll let you know how that goes...

Someday blogger will let me post pictures. Today is not that day.

Lately, I have really held back from all things computer. My blogging, facebook updates and tweets have been pretty slow. Which, in some cases, causes out of town family to wonder what's going on with me.
Well, here it is family: I am really happy, busy and crazy as always.

I have been found wiggling my way out of self induced pickles and cooking up a storm. The events just keep coming and Kaitlin is doing awesome. Jimmy and I spent our 10 year anniversary in southern California. Despite what many might think, our visit to the San Diego temple was better than any of the other fun things (including Disney and Jim Gaffigan!) we did. The sweet spirit and amazing experiences we had there were beyond compare.

I have the best! news! ever!- Kate learned how to play Settlers of Catan! I am a proud Mama. Jimmy is less than happy that we can now play the game without inviting guests to our house.

Because of the lack of computer involvement, I have been able to concentrate on the things I deem most important: working in Kate's classroom every week, participating in Relief Society and studying scriptures (too bad housework is not on that list...). I just wish I remembered to write in my journal more often! I was using this here blog as a little bit of a journal, but some thoughts and experiences are too personal to share. I will share this, because I have been consciously striving to listen to promptings of the Spirit, I have been blessed more than I deserve with opportunities to serve. Everyday I am astonished by the tender moments that have been placed in my path. It makes me sad that I don't always try my best.

I have been toying with big dreams as of late. There are so many things I want to accomplish in this life. I am hoping that at least one will come to fruition. I need to get back into marketing, because the ideas just keep coming! The $ and hard work to fuel the dream, not so much. Some day, some day....

Well family, consider this update a notch on the positive. I love you all!

What a fabulous weekend!!!*

For her 8th birthday, Kaitlin wanted nothing more than to get baptized on that day. She is a very fortunate girl in that, not only did she get baptized on September 3rd- but so much of the family was there to support and celebrate!

We started out the weekend with a burrito feast and catching up. Then a HUGE breakfast, a trip to the Farmer's market, the OxBow public market (with the oh-so-fabulous spice shop), Fuller park and off to the church. We then participated in the baptism and celebrated at Filippi's for dinner. That night we played games, blew up multiple air mattresses and just enjoyed each other. Then, on Sunday morning we filled a whole church pew and spent the day eating leftovers and hiking. On Monday, Kate got her ears pierced (while SO MANY family members watched. The girls piercing Kate's ears said they'd never seen such a large crowd for an ear piercing.) We also went to Buckhorn and the local monastery. The night was finished off with a FHE at Bishop Wagner's house and some seriously yummy foods. Oh yeah, then we had an all girls' night to pop on over and see The Help. If there weren't enough activities to make your head spin, I shall add some more! A breakfast visit to Bouchon occured as well as tromping around the Vintage 1870 Pavillion in Yountville. The final stop for our guests was Dean & Deluca to drool over $10 chocolate bars (We only drooled, did not purchase... too bad for the sucker that bought the bar with our drool on it)


On the eventful final day of family visiting, we also got a brand new car and took Jimmy to the ER. (It's a van-name to be determined- and Jimmy is fine... mostly a bruised ego) What a whirlwind of a time! We LOVED every minute of it!

* I sincerely apologizefor lack of pictures- blogger will not allow me to post them right now- blerg.

So much to say

...but barely the internet to share it! I feel like our whole married life, we have always had a plague of things not working. There have been months without internet, phone service, cell phone service, power, water- we pay our bills! I just feel like we've got the short of the stick on having things work out for us.
I do have to admit I would much rather go without little things than have to deal with a huge trial all at once. As of late, however, the little trial we've been dealing with has really turned pretty big.

For those of you who don't already know, our poor car, Giuseppe died in the desert. "How?", you ask? Well folks, buckle up for a bumpy ride!

Kaitlin and I spent a glorious time in Lake Tahoe and Yellowstone with our family. Jimmy couldn't make it because of school and work. Driving to Utah on my own is not new. I actually prefer it because I get to pick out all the music. As we were making the long trek back to California, I was getting really excited with the time I was making. Kaitlin was being so good and I only had one more stop to make for gas. Yay! Golden state, here we come!!! (We are the golden state, right? Sunshine? Goodness, this is terrible)
Just as I was pulling of the highway to get gas, the car's engine light turned on and the car turned off... within two seconds (or less!). I had to pop the car into neutral and push it off to the side of the road. Now, I am a pretty brave girl- excluding my encounter with spiders- but I got scared for a few reasons.
1) It was just me and Kate
2) It was high noon with no shade in sight
3) The only landmarks were abandoned buildings
4) Iwasinthedesertallbymyself!!!!

The first thing I did after the initial panic attack was to pray. Then in short succession: called Jimmy, called parents, called roadside assistance.
Roadside assistance has a slight problem assisting when there are no landmarks. "Dilapidated building" does not pop up on their monitor. After much back and forth, the lady on the phone informed me that the closest tow truck was four hours away. FOUR HOURS!!! Ahhhh! Luckily, my sweet sister-in-law packed us a bag of snacks and we had just happened to buy board games in Utah. So, Kaitlin and I played games (with our seat belts on, thank you very much) and ate. In all other circumstances, I would be thrilled to spend four hours doing just that. But, I was stuck in the freaking desert!!!!
*I will have you know that in this entire situation, all panic attacks and freak outs occurred in my head. As far as Kaitlin was concerned, this was all a big, fun adventure. More on my total break down in a minute.*
Anyway, back to my demise... the tow truck driver showed up and hooked up my poor car. Little did I know before then that he was the one to pick me up because of the ample seat belts in his cab. Well, we climbed into the seat belted and air conditioned (hallelujah!) truck cab only to discover that there was only one working seat belt. Kaitlin being the youngest and cutest, of course got dibs on the safety device. I am sure that my mumbling something like, "drive safely", to the driver did not express all that was going through my head... the thoughts like, if I have to die now, why couldn't have been trekking to find water for my parched daughter by digging a hole and getting bitten by a rattle snake?! Or possibly, Kaitlin could not possibly losing her mother this far from home! She would have to hitchhike back to California through all the casinos and rest stops on the way. I don't think my life insurance would cover all her therapy...
Optimism is usually my strong point, but right now the glass was looking bone dry- from being stranded in the desert!
Another two hour ride took us to the nearest place with the ability to check out the car. In Sparks, Nevada, Kate and I were dropped off at a mechanic shop with quite possibly the two cutest mechanics I have ever seen. Well, maybe... I don't know it might have been a mirage from being in the deser.... Alright, alright, I will stop with desert references.

We were informed that the car was fixable for a fee double than what the car was worth (niiice!) and had decided to camp out in Sparks until we could figure something out. I called our amazing Bishop, who also happens to own a car dealership, looking for advice. By now, my resistance to falling apart was wearing thin- but everything was being held together. Because, really, who wants to have an ugly break down right in front of two cute mechanics? "Not I." said the pig.
So, after much finagling and multiple calls to multiple people, the solution was this: Kate and I would sleep in Sparks, our blessed home teacher would drive with Jimmy in the morning to come get us and tow the car home on his huge truck. Ahhh, relief! This solution seemed to be an answer to prayers.

After spending so much time at the mechanics shop, it was time I bid the fellas adieu. Except that we had been there so long that the shift change replaced our young cute mechanics with a couple more seasoned mechanics. I asked if there was a hotel near by. They gave me the name of a very respectful establishment, I'm sure.

We were picked up my the hotel's shuttle and carted off to our next drop off. As Kailtin and I approached the gated (and barbed wire) parking lot, my resolve had started to crumble. It had been 9 hours since my car broke down and I could feel all the emotion I had worked so hard to suppress bubble up to the surface. But, I would be okay... I would be okay.
It was upon having to walk my daughter into a casino to register for a room that I really started to lose it. I smiled and explained my story to multiple people that kept exclaiming, "Wow! I can't believe you're still smiling! Good Luck!" until we found the right desk to register at.
Armed with a room key and the little snack bag that was running dangerously low, we headed toward our room.
My clipped gait, I am sure clued Kaitlin into the way I was feeling, rather than the fake smile plastered on my face. Her little face started to reflect the fear, unsurety and exhaustion I was feeling. We made it without a single tear to the room. But, once I opened the door and saw the zebra carpet, it was all over. I lost it. In every glance, I took in more of this scary place. The chipped black lacquered night stand. The multiple deadbolts. The peeling wall paper. With each scene, my outlook was more grim. For every moment I had suppressed a negative feeling, a rumbling sob would burst out. The hardest part was seeing sweet Kaitlin's face crumple. I think there is nothing worse for a parent, than to see a child's composure melt from off their face.

Once we (sort of) pulled it together, Kaitlin and I walked a few blocks to a diner to eat. It had been a really long time since we ate and there was no way I would take my sweet little girl through the casino again to eat something. Maybe that would have been the better alternative, seeing as we passed two drunkards and a very questionable man that kept following us. Luckily, we made it safely to and from dinner.

We slept fitfully and spent most of the night talking to daddy on the phone. I checked the four dead bolts more times than I remember. But all in all, we made it home with little more than a few tears. I am grateful that even though bad things happened, they happened in the best possible way and I am keenly aware of the fact that we were constantly being protected by our Father in Heaven. It was terrifying, yes, but without the Holy Ghost, I am sure the story would have been so different.

Now I would like to tell you that the experience of being stranded in a scary place with only dirty sheets and cheap cable as my comfort was the most difficult part of the whole situation. 'Twas not my friends, 'twas not.
The hardest part has been dealing with one car for a few months. Everyday, I feel like things get more hectic and I have reached my breaking point. Every time something new decides not work (like my ultimate and best blender ever within two days of the grill), I think I can't make it another minute. Each time the money we have set aside for something frivolous goes to something necessary, the bleakness almost overtakes me. But it doesn't. We move on. We laugh. We enjoy what we have. And I look forward with faith to meet all my deserts in life with the courage to get through. And with seat belts. Always seat belts.

Finally a Yellowstone Post!

As with most Summers, we have a had a crazy, busy and fun Summer this year! The season started out with a trip to Gualala for girls' camp, Tahoe, on to Utah, Yellowstone and the beach house... and we're just getting started! Here are some fabulous pictures taken by my brothers of the beauty that is Yellowstone.

Look how gorgeous!

I think it should be a requirement for every

American to go to Yellowstone at least once.

Gunnar and the Geyser!

As you can tell... it's been good.

the weather lately?!?!

It is June and we drove home from school through hail...

it is JUNE!!!!

True Love

You know it's the real deal when Jimmy says, "How do you have such big bags under your eyes when you've slept for ten hours?" ... and I didn't beat him up.


p.s.- we had a great time at the beach house this weekend. Mostly because there was nary an alarm clock in sight. I slept in bed. I slept on the couch. I slept on the beach. I slept in the car. I may have even fallen asleep on a roller coaster... oh wait! that was Jimmy. I don't know what else I did all weekend, but I chalk that vacation up to a success because of the sleep. Cheers to another week of seminary!

Beach or Bust

CANNOT WAIT to get to the beach today!

I'll have a smattering of pictures to taunt you with when we return.

Yay, Bacon!

What was the first step to planning the best tenth anniversary ever?! Why buying tickets to see Jim Gaffigan, of course. Here's a refresher for those that have not had the pleasure to enjoy:



Also on the docket for the week: Disneyland, Hearst Castle, San Diego Temple, somewhere else as equally awesome. We had toyed with the idea of Europe, a cruise, a jungle in Mexico... but the moment I saw J.G. tickets up for sale in southern California on our anniversary weekend, I took it as a sign from the heavens. We quote that man everyday, maybe that's why we've been married this long. Just think of the tickets as insurance.

That girl...

Kaitlin was talking just as she normally does every night... NON-STOP. Usually as she follows me around the house rambling on, I can handle it. Today, not so much. I just had a headache and needed an ounce of peace and quiet. As she was around the corner I was mouthing the words to Jimmy, "She has been talking like this all day!"

Kate rounded the corner and caught me at the end of that statement and looked hurt. She looked right at me and said, "You know the golden rule? Treat others as you would want to be treated? Yeah, I'm not feelin' that right about now." Jimmy and I could not control our laughter at that little sassy girl. She cracks me up- mostly because she talks so much.


p.s. for the benefit of mi familia, I have Jimmy editing a video of Kaitlin's excercise routine (headband and all)- you'll love it. Please wait anxiously to laugh hysterically.