Sunday, December 27, 2009
We had a lovely Christmas. Although we missed being with either set of parents, we had a very special time just the two of us.
On Christmas Eve, we went to see Avatar at the matinee. Kris was delighted. I was outraged at the poor storytelling and resulting headache (turns out my eyes only like things that really are 3-D). The things a person will do for love!
After that we went home and Kris got our Christmas cards ready for sending while I whipped up a feast of homemade egg rolls and pot stickers, complete with the most scrumptious dipping sauce. Kris called me his "hot Asian wife" afterward. Still not sure what to think about that... :)
We capped the evening off with sparkling pomegranate juice, our very own duet concert of fine Christmas carols, and a reading of Luke II and 3 Nephi.
And then, I kid you not, Kris actually set our alarm clock for 6:30 am. Sometimes I think the man I married is six. But don't worry--two minutes before the alarm sounded, Kris poked me until sleep fled and then said, "Are you awake? It's Christmas!" When I was just about to work up the strength to strangle him, something his mom would call a "Christmas Miracle" occurred: he rolled over and went back to sleep until eight. Close call.
Opening gifts was fun. We acquired a few family movies for our collection, some rad light bulb terrariums my sister made(check out "life hacker" sometime online), a few books on the Cherokee nation (more on that later) and some greenbacks we haven't yet negotiated a use for. Thanks, everyone! I got Kris an electric razor (with my name on it) and he got me a cupcake safe. To celebrate, I made cupcakes. (Sorry, Mel, for another "artsy close-up of flowers and junk." I can't help myself!) I did not take this picture of the terrarium, but it's pretty sweet, eh?
We spent Christmas evening with one of Kris's sisters, playing games with their kids, losing games to them, and eating a seafood feast. Good times had by all. Now we just have to wait a whole year for our next grand Christmas adventure.
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Sunday, December 20, 2009
But it was the coldest event of my life. They got married in the morning and it was twenty degrees while we took the pictures afterward--"No coats, bridesmaids, no coats!" While I shivered me timbers in a silky black dress and ballet flats, Kris went around taking photos of the temple grounds. He's pretty good.
I like this one because it reminds me of a stern finger, pointed and shaking.
The reception was lovely (and early, vahoo!). I did photog duties and that was pretty fun. A recurrent theme in my work was the dessert buffet. Hmm...
And this is me with the cake I made for the event. Twelve hours of my life I'll never get back :)
Congratulations, Sierra and Nate! And one big thank you to the Samson Clan and everyone else who helped out--we couldn't have pulled it off without you!
Saturday, December 12, 2009
We've had a heavy, two day snow storm. Here was our conversation on the way to church this morning...
Sam: You're going a little fast. Don't we need to turn here?
Kris(mischevious grin of delight upon his face): That's what the e-brake is for!
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Today Sam and I went to the local tree lot (in the parking lot of our faithful neighborhood grocer, Stop and Shop) and we bought a Christmas tree! Sam seemed to want one that was nice and round, all filled out, and conical. Yeah well…I like tall and skinny, with funky little branches here and there. Plus those are cheaper!
Sam sure knows how to decorate a twig, huh?
Monday, November 30, 2009
Thanksgiving was awesome. We carpooled home to the ranch with Sierra and Nate. Less awesome was my brother-in-law's amazing ability to gleek on demand while forcing Kris and I to undergo twelve hours of servitude in the back seat of his Subaru. I may or may not have developed an Australian accent as a result.
At any rate, Colorado was fantastic. We spent two full days just hanging out at the ranch, hiking, eating my mum's rolls, gobbling Katie's pies, and chopping wood for the winter. Well, Kris chopped wood with Nate, Dad, and Collin. I hung out with my brother's two-year-old. I love that kid. She's about the cutest thing ever and pretty dang smart. We played "Lucky Duck" and she beat me every time. I nearly beat her when she stayed with us overnight and refused to sleep from the hours of 1:30 am until 4:30 am. I'm not kidding, she watched the original Herbie the Love Bug movie without blinking an eye.
My nephew Gordon is getting pretty cute too. My dad is fully in love with him and this is a picture of Gordy in Papa's hat.
Do you think we left the dog in a kennel somewhere? We did not. Hunter's favorite thing is going to the ranch. This time he got to play with my parent's dogs and climbing cliffs. Who knew: our labrador retriever is terrified of water but not of heights. No wonder he wound up in the pound, the lousy mutt :)
At this moment Kris is fondling our new laptop and I'm getting ready to tinker on some stuff for Sierra's wedding. It's a good family night at the Bell's house!
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
2)I finally like a John Mayer song and the lyrics are awful. Dang that plucky guitar!
3)Last night I abused my dog by clipping his nails--just ask him.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
stare somewhere near me—
I’m supposed to teach you,
to open up worlds of wonder
and I wonder:
do I even know
what that means
Bring a pencil.
Capitalize that letter.
Stop poking him!
I just said that.
by heaven, beneath those hollowed-
out cheeks and caramel lattes
you are a
twelve years grown,
plumpness fallen off like summer
a sapling still.
between loving and loathing
right down from that fabulous scarf
to your mischievous grin…
I too wish it was June
that we were planting seeds
in sun-shot soil
in cut-offs and baggy t-shirts
with rock band slogans,
goose-bumped flesh carving
a pond’s metallic surface,
laughing at dandelion tufts
so awkwardly splayed
across the current
by the grace of their own weight’s tension
waltzing on the water.
But it’s fall now
and we have no other lake
than this sienna carpet
banked in by cinderblock white,
no seeds save commas, adjectives
and Tuck Everlasting’s “One True Meaning”
but I’m trying—please believe me, child,
oh, child—to show you in each fat
petal (comma) crisp zucchini (comma) and
succulent pear (comma) that life
is more stunning
than your mascara-ed face, more
It comes out a lot like
shut up and sit down
when I mean
see the beauty of your own calloused hands.
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
We also dug up our geraniums on the advice of Harold and Cleone (our beloved elderly neighbors and general garden gurus), placed the roots in paper sacks, and stashed them (the plants, not our neighbors...no elderly abuse here!) in the basement until spring. We'll see if ever they shall bloom again. I have faith that they will.
Sunday, October 25, 2009
And this is a picture of Hunter's new favorite thing...hiding beneath the desk so we don't put him out for the night.
All I can say is that you people better hope we have children someday. Otherwise, you'll likely be hearing more about this dog than you ever wanted to.
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Sunday: Crock pot Pork Roast and Potatoes
Tuesday: Pork and Broccoli Teriyaki Bowls
Thursday: Sweet Pork Burritos
Friday: Pulled Pork BBQ Sandwiches and Corn on the Cobb
This week's sign that marriage makes you weirder: We had friends over for dinner last night, and we fed them funeral potatoes. Oh, and Kris woke up one night this week certain that Sam's toenails were mice and they were out to get him. Only the second part was true.
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Sam spent most of the summer scavenging and canning cherries, apricots, peaches and plums. Last weekend we canned 30 quarts of grape juice. We're still waiting to see if it ferments or not...
So all things taken, life's pretty good. Kris spends his days discovering new tricks in Microsoft Excel (sorry for the product placement) and Sam spends hers explaining that the curious little dot so often seen in print is a period and it goes at the ends of sentences.
Hunter, our pound puppy, chews on things he is not supposed to while patiently waiting for his people to come home. We only let him live because he has also learned to shake, roll-over and perform other useless but amusing tricks.