4.19.2011

New Place

Here are a few of my favorite things about the new place we're renting for the next while...
  • The kitchen counters are pink. I love pink.
  • It has the biggest deck I’ve ever seen.
  • It's not too far from our old place.
  • I don’t have to keep it “show-ready” all the time. Speaking of that, there is less to clean!
  • I don’t need to go to the gym—I can use the five flights of stairs throughout the house and the running trail that practically goes through our backyard.

Kind of Not a Big Deal

We like to do fun things. So, last weekend, we thought it would be fun to go to the 2011 U.S. Adult Figure Skating Championships, which were conveniently in Salt Lake. Apparently, we were a couple of the only people in the country who thought this would be fun (as evidenced by the not so enthusiastic crowd.) It's rumored that actually the real party is at the U.S. Figure Skating Championships, not the Adult Figure Skating Championships...

Playing With Our Food

Life without tradition would be as shaky as a fiddler on the roof. Every year since I can remember, we always had spaghetti for dinner on April 1st.
Like this:




Luckily, we were in town to share this splendid tradition.  And I still secretly hoped I would get the silliest utensils just like always. 

He's Home!

I was surprised that we all didn’t start running up the down escalator at the airport as soon as we saw the word “Landed” flash across the sign indicating Aaron was now in the same state as we were! Instead, we not-so-patiently twirled our mini Danish flags and searched the faces of every person in the crowd until he finally stepped onto that escalator with a big smile. But I think our smiles were bigger!

After our cheeks hurt and we were all out of happy tears, we headed off to Hire’s for a late dinner.

Then we all spent the next few days together swapping stories from the past two years and giggling at Aaron’s Danish accent.


A Bittersweet Parade

I love parades. When I was little, I loved them because of the candy. Ok, let’s be honest…I still love them because of the candy.

Happy summertime memories of traveling with my family to dozens of parades throughout the state danced through my mind on a cold March day a few weeks ago.

Fourteen guys in six loaded up pickup trucks paraded across town to our new house.

Upon seeing us arrive, one of our new neighbors joked that they must have been celebrating getting rid of us.

Maybe…but I prefer to think they were just celebrating us.  We love the people in our old ward and really appreciate their help!