A quarter, a nickel, and two pennies

Back in 2000-2002 I lived in the white house. Not the one in D.C., the one in Provo, UT. It was so titled because it was white... outside and in. White siding, white carpet, white tile, white cupboards, white walls.... WHITE. My time in the white house was awesome largely due to the amazing roommates I had there. One was Stephanie, and she taught 2nd grade at the time. She would explain to her students how old they were monetarily, in coins. So, when they were 7 years old, they were a nickel and two pennies, on their 8th birthday they were a nickel and three pennies. I turned 25 when I was there and she excitedly exclaimed "You're a quarter!" The sad aftermath is that every birthday since I've pointed out to myself how old I am in coins. Today I turned a quarter, a nickel, and two pennies. Not worth much... but it's a good life just the same.

It has been a very fun birthday so far, beginning with my roommates making an awesome breakfast for me, and then going to Red Robin for lunch (I love those fries, the bleu burger, and that birthday mud pie!), and I've received many happy birthday wishes, largely due to what apparently must be a birthday reminder on facebook (I'm going to have to sign up for that one). So, thanks everyone, for helping me to have such a great day. I don't expect much out of birthdays at this stage in life, so it's been a pleasant surprise to have such a good one.

Spending habits

I'm guessing that most people who know me and my spending habits consider me frugal and a bit of a saver (translation: cheap). I think they're right. Oh, but I do prefer the word frugal over cheap because really... I don't buy or like cheap stuff, I just save and don't buy anything until I can find something of the quality worth the money they're charging... AND it has to be a good deal.

Well, I just went through a few months of really being low on money and not purchasing much beyond the necessities because of 1) not receiving as much rent money because a roommate moved out, and 2) yardwork, high water bills, and other related summer expenses. So on August 1st I got a new roommate and a raise at work, and now that I'm starting to see that bit of additional money I've gone a little wild this week. I bought an eliptical machine (at below the retailer's cost though), ski boots (which, incidentally were only $9, regularly $385), and a Nintendo wii & wii fit (regular price... how did that happen? :( ), among other items.

Most people that know me are probably a little concerned right now. That's not typical behavior for me. But I assure you I'm doing all right, and I am well committed to going on a spending diet starting now! Really, I have nothing left to buy... I just got it all.

Jump!

I have no pictures to document it, no testimonials to quote that confirm it, but I finally successfully landed my first jump on a wakeboard last Saturday. Now, let's not go into the details of how high it was (or wasn't)... Let's just glory in the fact that I jumped on the wakeboard. And now all I want to do is go wakeboarding again to get better at it, but alas': it's the end of the season and sadly isn't too likely to happen again this year. :(
Oh, but the other good news is I also went wake skating for the first time. All in all it was one of my favorite boat trips. The water was so smooth. Thanks Mer and Mike for being so generous with your boat.

Back to Sane

My freshman year at Utah State University I was in a "career exploration" class. One of the class assignments was to take and be evaluated on a personality test. I remember taking the test and one of the results it specified was whether I was an introvert or an extrovert (meaning whether I get my energy from being alone or from being with other people). According to my answers I was smack in the middle. So, here's the deal: I definitely have to have time alone to collect my thoughts and simply do what I want at that moment. I enjoy this time. I derive good energy from it. And yet I also derive good energy from being with others... I absolutely love and need both (and either one in too much abundance can be draining at times).



So I've pondered today about how some people find enjoyment packing every minute of their lives full of things to do. Others prefer and do quite the opposite. It's always my intention to be somewhere in between the two extremes... Like, right in the middle wouldn't be so bad. Balance is what it's all about, right? Looking back at my Introvert/Extrovert test it makes sense.



My problem: Too often for my tastes I end up not making enough time for the simple moments of relaxed enjoyment, or the times when I can spontaneously do something because nothing is scheduled in its place, and I find myself doing a little more than I really have the energy for. It was interesting, though... This week felt completely packed. Between meetings, time with friends, service projects, errands, and boating trips, I didn't get home or done for the evening one day in the past week and a half before 10 pm. Yet I had the energy somehow to enjoy every bit of it. But now as I sit down today and realize that it's the first day in over a week that I've been able to take time to simply relax, I'm grateful. Glad for this time. So, I'm taking today to get back to feeling sane and finding the balance, and still reflect on a fantastic but busy week.



Below are the only two pictures I have from a fundraising event for the American Lung Association that some friends and I volunteered at on Thursday night. My roommate Cherissa was in charge of the major annual event. It's called "Night with the Stars" and is held at La Caille. It went quite well. I had a great time, and the food and location were fantastic. Oh, and at the silent auction I bought a gift certificate to go Tandem Paragliding. Hmmm. I guess I found my next adventure.

















So, as a side note I just looked back at my career exploration test results for the first time in many years. According to this test my interests were most in line with those who were satisfied working in the following occupations : Banking (Yep, I think that would be fun), Credit manager (check), Medical records technician (I'm good with that), Accounting (almost went into this), Bookkeeper (sure), Farmer... What? Wait a minute. Where did that come from?

At long last...

Connie made the big purchase of the card that allows her to upload photos from her phone (Thanks, Bell!), so now we have photo documentation of our monumental hot air balloon ride. So for your viewing pleasure, here they are.

We went with Morning Star Balloons in Park City.















They had me help as they filled our balloon with air.

















Are you ready????

















Up, Up and Away, as the story goes.















Good times!

















And now it's time to start planning the next adventure. I'll let you know when I figure out what it is.

Board Time!

Mike spent an exhausting day getting the boat ready for the (far later than usual) inaugural run of 2008. We were fortunate enough to be invited along for the ride when it was ready. And it was an absolute blast! It had been a year since I went wakeboarding last. It sure is fun to have friends with a boat when I know I'll never be rich enough to own one. :)

The only problem now: it's two days later and I can hardly move. Am I this out of shape that I have to feel like I'm 90 years old every time I get out of my chair simply because I went wakeboarding for a few minutes one day? Obviously I'm going to have to be invited on many more wakeboarding trips so that my muscles can get used to this. I'll let Mike and Mer know.

This was cool... while we were waiting at the dock we got front row seats to this show... the guy was amazing. The girl was hilarious... Can you say "Whoops!"

Two more items checked off the list, and saying goodbye to my grandma for now

I think it was early 2005 when I created a list of 150 things I wanted to accomplish in the next 30 years... a sort of Bucket list, if you will, without having to insert the words "before I die". I've accomplished a small fraction at this point... I purchased a house, a scooter, ran a marathon, participated in a triathlon, and met a few smaller goals as well. I am in the process of/working on several others.

Last Saturday I was able to check off one of the 150: "Go on a hot air balloon ride". Connie and I headed up to Park City at 5:30 in the morning (I'd only do something that crazy to accomplish a goal like this). We dressed for the occasion in jeans and long sleeve shirts, sunglasses. We only forgot one item: a camera. I didn't even remember my phone that had the camera setting, but Connie had hers, so if we can figure out how to upload those to the computer I will add the pictures.

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On a more serious note, the other item checked off wasn't intentional... kind of an inadvertant deal. Or, Maybe it was that my grandma just wanted to help me reach one more goal. The goal: Ride in a limo. I hope this doesn't come across in any disrespectful way, and it certainly wasn't what I had in mind when adding it to the list, but I rode in a limo on my way to the cemetery where my grandmother's grave was dedicated. What I appreciated and why I'd mention it here in what I treat as a journal of sorts, is the symbolism. My grandma aided me in accomplishing so much of what I've done in life: Encouraging me through grade school, sports and activities all growing up, helping me out in college, study abroad, my mission, buying and learning to play musical instruments and so many smaller things as well. My grandma helped me in every way she was able, to accomplish all I could. And this limo ride was just one more of the simple things along the way.

The funeral was Wednesday and was exactly how she wanted it, especially since she planned it herself, except that it went 15 minutes longer than the 55 minutes my grandma had scheduled (she said we could go to an hour if necessary). The rest of us didn't mind the extension though. And I know my grandma was pleased with the service. My aunt Val gave a perfect, creative sketch of my grandma's life. A close friend of our family's, Al Emery, shared some thoughts on her work life and other aspects... I wouldn't have changed a word. Val (my sister) and Alex (cousin) shared a tribute from the grandchildren that kept us all laughing and remembering, and maybe shedding a tear or two. Maybe. The funeral director declared that particular talk the best tribute he had seen in 17 years. It really was all perfect.

Val's husband Josh and my nephew Alex and Mike's girlfriend Kari weren't able to fly out for the services, and we missed them. But it was crazy to have just the original family home for a few days. Here we all are, and all dressed up at that... Miracle?