Man, I miss the days when I could write a good blog. Where have you gone, inspiration? Well back in May, Brent and I celebrated fifteen years of marriage. Crazy, I know. At the time we were busy with end of the school year stuff and such and we didn't have any money to go on a proper trip to celebrate since we'd just gone to California with the kids a few weeks prior, thus we didn't do much. So we arranged to go on a weekend getaway this past weekend. The kids went to spend some quality time with Grandpa Richard and Grandma Karen. (Thanks guys!) I guess Noah entertained himself and anyone else he could when he went to church with them. He decided to spend his time staring down everyone he could who was sitting up on the stand in front of everyone. I guess he got a twelve year old boy who was going to give a talk to start laughing, and the Stake President came down and shook his hand after the meeting closed. That's my boy.
Anyway, we weren't sure what to do for our weekend getaway until we accidentally stumbled upon news that Ben Folds would be performing with the Utah Symphony at Deer Valley Resort. After we found out it was kind of like, duh! Cause I'm like Ben Folds's biggest fan and all. So we headed to Park City and we decided we would also try our hand at mountain biking at Deer Valley. We rented our bikes and got our helmets and water bottles and rode two chair lifts up to the top (near the top?). There I received confirmation that once again I stink at all athletic endeavors. I cannot help it that I am tall and awkward and clumsy. (I probably tripped on my way out of the womb.) So I slipped and fell and walked my way down the mountain path, yelling out at certain points, "This Sucks!" Twenty minutes into biking on the easiest course we could find, I was resigned to walking my bike down the mountain for the next couple of hours. But then the path got a little less steep, a little less rocky and I traded bikes with Brent (because as a tall, awkward clumsy person I am a magnet for faulty equipment rentals) and I got used to the whole operation just a bit. We made it down the first trail, much slower than Brent would have without me holding him back, and I only fell once and I only almost started crying once. Not bad. Then we made our way down the second half and were on a path that was even easier than the last and even though it sucked for a while it was a lot of fun.
As a side note I'd like to point out to all of those bikers we had to pull over for and let pass us by that maybe if you're going to go out and buy the fancy, shiny mountain biker outfit with all the fancy, shiny gear, that maybe you shouldn't be on the easy, beginner course. And if you need to be on the beginner course then maybe you should hold off on the fancy, shiny outfits and gear until you're ready for the intermediate course. Just an idea.
So we conquered the mountain and cleaned up and got lunch and headed out to stand in line for the concert at around 4:00. I figured if we were going to sit in the non-reserved section on the grass then we better get a good spot up front cause I wasn't going to be stuck in the binoculars section with no binoculars. So I figured the best plan would be to show up three and a half hours before the concert started and sit in the 95 degree heat for three and a half hours. And that is what we did. It actually wasn't too bad, we brought water and games and even an umbrella and got a good spot about four rows of blankets back. The concert was great, of course. The symphony did a great job backing up Ben Folds. Fun, fun, fun. The funny part is that a lot of the people attending this concert were season ticket holders for the Utah Symphony at Deer Valley, many of whom are in their fifties and older. Possibly, some were a little surprised to be at rock concert. The people sitting next to us fell into this category. They were sitting there with their picnic basket and their wine (sophisticated folk) and we over heard one say it was the most entertaining concert he'd ever been to for someone he'd never heard of before. So who is this Ben Folds anyway? You may be asking. Because many haven't heard of him. Well the perfect combination of piano genius and obnoxious. It's fun music.
This isn't from the concert we were at. I couldn't find any good footage from our concert. Ignore the stupid advertisement at the end.
Great weekend and an awesome way to celebrate fifteen years of happy times together. Looking forward to the next fifteen!
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Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Happy Anniversary!
Fourteen years ago today we were sitting in Brent's red Nissan truck waiting, and waiting, and waiting, for the rain to stop. The family and friends had all abandoned us after a few quick pictures and a few wails from the freezing children. We sat there and waited for almost an hour, us in one car, the photographer in the other. Good thing we got married on Memorial Day weekend or he would have been busy and probably would have been out of there. Finally it stopped and we got our pictures. The pictures we wanted taken at Memory Grove, because it was pretty and no one else we knew had wedding pictures at Memory Grove. After, we went back to the new apartment we would share, just the two of us, and we proceeded to scrub the mud out of the bottom of my dress. Then I ran over to the bridal shop, which was all abuzz on a Saturday afternoon with prospective brides doing their prospective bride shopping and just about yelled through the noise, "I need new shoes now!" It was my wedding day right then. Not these girls who would be waiting for who knows how many more weeks or months (or days, this is Utah after all). I needed new shoes to replace those shoes that were sitting in my new apartment, covered in mud. So I got my shoes and I was off to get ready for the reception or open house or whatever we were calling it. Mostly it was just me and Brent and about 40 family and friends hanging out in his Dad's backyard. Eating and chatting while Brent and I took snapshots of all these people and then some of them took snapshots of us. Good Day.
Honeymooning at Sundance & in Park City
Monday, June 2, 2008
Thirteen and counting
Brent and I celebrated our thirteenth wedding anniversary a few days ago (May 27th actually). I can't believe it's been that long already! It's really flown by. We have our ups and downs but we really get along well most of the time. We have fun together and laugh at stupid things that no one else would find funny except us (just ask our kids). Brent really gets me (most of the time anyway) and it's good to have that.
A little history on Brent and Cindy~
I was a bright eyed young girl, fresh off the bus from BYU (okay, there really wasn't a bus). Needing a job as I did for the summer, what's a car-less girl to do but get a job at the place her sister is currently working and mooch a ride with her everyday. It was my first factory job (ah, we all remember our first factory job!) and my first time on the graveyard shift (oh wait, no it wasn't). San Segal Sportswear was a sea of "rockers" as they were called in those days. I was working with a foulmouthed bunch, I heard more colorful language in the first five minutes than I'd heard in two semesters at BYU. It was a shock to my sensitive post BYU system. When the chance to move to a quieter position QC-ing for the eight color press came up I gladly took it. This press had a couple of loud, obnoxious guys running it. There was a lot of yelling and laughing coming from over where they were. One was a guy who seemed different from most of the people there. For one thing I never saw him drive off at first break to meet the guy who "allegedly" dealed drugs. Another clue was I overheard him talking to another guy about classes at the University of Utah. I'd listen to him in the lunchroom talking to the other guys who didn't go meet the drug dealer (I couldn't help it because they were so loud). He would tell the craziest stories, I recall one about solving the garbage problem on earth by sending it by space shuttle to outer space. He'd have my sister Lynn and me in tears from laughing so hard. One day Lynn came up to me and told me that Brent was a Mormon. That was an exciting moment, because up to that moment he'd just been this cute, funny guy who would tease me while I tried to keep up with his printing. He'd purposely print the shirts as fast as he could so I would get way behind and he could stand there and laugh at me while I tried desperately to clean ink spots off of shirts and catch up. Or he'd tease me in the breakroom when he'd check out the tape in my Walkman and I'd be listening to the Morrissey tape with that "Ouija Board" song and he'd tell me it was satanic music. But now I knew he was LDS and he likely wasn't out drinking with these strange guys on the weekend (as if that could ever happen, there was still a lot I didn't know about this guy). So it went on for a while, he'd make fun of me, I'd blush (blushing being a big pastime for me back then), we'd talk at break and that pattern would repeat itself. Yeah, I could tell he liked me, but I didn't have the best track record with the guys, so I tried to play it cool. He wasn't going to ask me out though, so I had to come up with a plan. I asked him to go up to the University of Utah with me so I could get a catalog. Okay, I admit there wasn't much of a chance of me going there but I hadn't finalized my school plans for the Fall yet, so it was possible. We drove up in his red Nissan truck (he was an art student with a truck, you can't just dismiss a combination like that) and had a good time hanging out and then he took me out to lunch at a little Mexican restaurant his family liked called Su Casa, and I ate about three bites of my tacos because I was nervous and I didn't want to look like a pig (later he mocked me for being one of those girls who doesn't eat when she's with a guy and was glad when he saw I could wolf down a meal). We had a good time, although I was sure he thought I was a big dork, but he still didn't ask me out. So I had to take action again. I know, I'm starting to look like a pathetic loser here. I had some bounce back passes to Lagoon, where you can go back for free, so I asked him if he wanted to go with me. I knew I could only use one because they aren't transferable but I figured I'd just pay for his when we got there. He insisted on paying for it himself and then made fun of me for making him pay, of course. Anyway it was a great day and we held hands and I was all starry eyed but I promised myself this was his last chance and I'd move on if he didn't ask me out after this. So before we parted ways that night he finally asked me out and I told him "No". I already had plans to go to Bear Lake that weekend on a blind date with a guy who had a glass eye and with a friend and the glass eyed guy's cousin. So I declined. But.... when he saw me at work the next week when we were picking up our checks he asked me out again and we went out that night. We went to the movies and saw "Bill and Ted's Bogus Journey". And four years later, two or three breakups and a lot of maturing on both of our parts we were married, and the rest as they say, is history....
A little history on Brent and Cindy~
I was a bright eyed young girl, fresh off the bus from BYU (okay, there really wasn't a bus). Needing a job as I did for the summer, what's a car-less girl to do but get a job at the place her sister is currently working and mooch a ride with her everyday. It was my first factory job (ah, we all remember our first factory job!) and my first time on the graveyard shift (oh wait, no it wasn't). San Segal Sportswear was a sea of "rockers" as they were called in those days. I was working with a foulmouthed bunch, I heard more colorful language in the first five minutes than I'd heard in two semesters at BYU. It was a shock to my sensitive post BYU system. When the chance to move to a quieter position QC-ing for the eight color press came up I gladly took it. This press had a couple of loud, obnoxious guys running it. There was a lot of yelling and laughing coming from over where they were. One was a guy who seemed different from most of the people there. For one thing I never saw him drive off at first break to meet the guy who "allegedly" dealed drugs. Another clue was I overheard him talking to another guy about classes at the University of Utah. I'd listen to him in the lunchroom talking to the other guys who didn't go meet the drug dealer (I couldn't help it because they were so loud). He would tell the craziest stories, I recall one about solving the garbage problem on earth by sending it by space shuttle to outer space. He'd have my sister Lynn and me in tears from laughing so hard. One day Lynn came up to me and told me that Brent was a Mormon. That was an exciting moment, because up to that moment he'd just been this cute, funny guy who would tease me while I tried to keep up with his printing. He'd purposely print the shirts as fast as he could so I would get way behind and he could stand there and laugh at me while I tried desperately to clean ink spots off of shirts and catch up. Or he'd tease me in the breakroom when he'd check out the tape in my Walkman and I'd be listening to the Morrissey tape with that "Ouija Board" song and he'd tell me it was satanic music. But now I knew he was LDS and he likely wasn't out drinking with these strange guys on the weekend (as if that could ever happen, there was still a lot I didn't know about this guy). So it went on for a while, he'd make fun of me, I'd blush (blushing being a big pastime for me back then), we'd talk at break and that pattern would repeat itself. Yeah, I could tell he liked me, but I didn't have the best track record with the guys, so I tried to play it cool. He wasn't going to ask me out though, so I had to come up with a plan. I asked him to go up to the University of Utah with me so I could get a catalog. Okay, I admit there wasn't much of a chance of me going there but I hadn't finalized my school plans for the Fall yet, so it was possible. We drove up in his red Nissan truck (he was an art student with a truck, you can't just dismiss a combination like that) and had a good time hanging out and then he took me out to lunch at a little Mexican restaurant his family liked called Su Casa, and I ate about three bites of my tacos because I was nervous and I didn't want to look like a pig (later he mocked me for being one of those girls who doesn't eat when she's with a guy and was glad when he saw I could wolf down a meal). We had a good time, although I was sure he thought I was a big dork, but he still didn't ask me out. So I had to take action again. I know, I'm starting to look like a pathetic loser here. I had some bounce back passes to Lagoon, where you can go back for free, so I asked him if he wanted to go with me. I knew I could only use one because they aren't transferable but I figured I'd just pay for his when we got there. He insisted on paying for it himself and then made fun of me for making him pay, of course. Anyway it was a great day and we held hands and I was all starry eyed but I promised myself this was his last chance and I'd move on if he didn't ask me out after this. So before we parted ways that night he finally asked me out and I told him "No". I already had plans to go to Bear Lake that weekend on a blind date with a guy who had a glass eye and with a friend and the glass eyed guy's cousin. So I declined. But.... when he saw me at work the next week when we were picking up our checks he asked me out again and we went out that night. We went to the movies and saw "Bill and Ted's Bogus Journey". And four years later, two or three breakups and a lot of maturing on both of our parts we were married, and the rest as they say, is history....
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