Thursday, June 25, 2009
a little summer lovin' for y'all
First, the pictures of the younger, more footloose and fancy-free me were ones that I scanned in (these are vintage, pre-digital age!) to contribute to our reunion party. Go Cougars! The picture with four couples was taken on Valentine's Day 1999 when all of my roommates and I had a serious Valentine. Mark and I were engaged, the others didn't last and my roommates are all happier with the other fish in the sea they eventually caught. Then there is a shot of Leslie's summer freckles because I think they are cute, then pictures of Macy (also cute) and ones of our campout in American Fork Canyon. phew. On to the actual entry...
Well, I'm proud of myself for already having taken the fam, including the baby, on two campouts this summer. I've learned that I actually prefer it with the baby because then I have an excuse to sleep in the nice warm, quiet Tahoe on a couple of old couch cushions while Mark wrestles with the boys, the sleeping bags, the wind and the well, the ground in general--my least part of camping, edging out all the smoky laundry afterwards by just a little bit. The kids love getting to be outside and we look forward to the day when we don't have to watch them all quite so closely. The first trip was up American Fork Canyon (CROWDED and windy) the second trip was up Hobble Creek. The weather was much nicer and we had a huge space for the kids to run around, so it went much better. Plus the stream is slower and they had a fabulous playground that we spent some time at just a mile down from where we were.
Saturday was also a day Mark and I have been looking forward to for awhile. It was a ten year reunion from when our "Singles Ward" bishop was released so there was a huge party at his house in Provo. It was fun to see so many people we had known through our courtship (I know, that's a weird, old-fashioned word, but what else do you call it, anyway?) I think there were something like 15 couples that got engaged within our apartment complex in one semester, so we were laughing about the enormous, continuous line of mini-vans parked all down the street at the reunion--most of us are in that stage of life now.
I don't get truly surprised very often, but I was that night, boy-howdy. Bishop and Sister Larson had a camcorder way back when, and a karaoke machine for subject material. I kept a pretty detailed journal way back when. Somehow, the camcorder and the karaoke escaped the written record. I had compLETELY forgetten that I once sang a pretty hammy duet of "Summer Lovin" from Grease with the Elders Quorum Pres--must've been at an FHE the week before I met Mark??. Our little clip got shown not once, but twice on the big screen TV for everyone at the BBQ because I was down in the basement changing the baby the first go round. It was one of those fun/embarrassing/it's okay that I did this once but now I'd rather just watch it by myself kind of moments. I don't know, maybe I've just watched American Idol a few too many times, but I was glad Simon wasn't around. I had, to put it nicely, no "star quality". (And I was glad Leslie was off playing with the other kids so I didn't have to explain some of those lyrics...)
The other weird part of that whole watching-myself thing was realizing that I must have looked just like that when Mark first asked me out. Pre-braces, straight off my "fat" summer on the assembly line, and a little too eager to not be dating premies (pre-missionaries). Poor guy. Good thing I made a mean pot of chili.
Here's to Southridge Apts! Meggan, Maren, Dawnette and Kristy, wish you could have come! Miss you guys.
PS. Boston. What a guy. On Sunday Mark was waiting outside the bathroom stall at church, wondering what was taking Boston so long. Finally Boston admitted he needed help. He couldn't get his pants up. Huh? Mark thought. So he went in to help. Up went the underwear. Up went the...pajamas. Up went the church pants. And off he went, back to his class.