Copycat

31 07 2008

I noticed this on a friend’s blog, and decided to give it a try. Just FYI, you don’t have to have a blogger account to leave a comment–I’m pretty sure you can do it anonymously.

1. As a comment on this post, leave one memory that you and I had together. It doesn’t matter if you knew/know me a little or a lot, anything you remember!

2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you.

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The Afterbath

31 07 2008
I’ve always loved fresh-out-of-the-bath kids in towels. Here’s a variation on the favorite theme, possibly inspired by the festival dancers:

Too, too sweet.




Folk Dancing

30 07 2008

One thing that always happens in Rexburg at the beginning of August is the International Folk Dance Festival. My family wasn’t one of those that were staunch supporters, but we’d usually go to the parade and maybe one of the performances if the week wasn’t too busy.

Well, we hit our vacation just right and were able to go downtown to see the parade a couple of nights ago. Here is a quick chronicling of the events:

For the most part, shooting straight into the setting sun made the photos look hazy (and I’m not enough of a photographer to know what to do about that), but I think the sunshine made these flags of the Belgian team look pretty cool. And I LOVE their waffles, besides!

China, as always, was fun to watch: bright costumes, interesting props, drum and cymbal accompaniment, and exciting dance moves. (Especially compared to the western European teams = staid and rather boring [Sorry, Tennessee–I mean, France!])

Tough crowd.They had two Russian teams this year; one that was more traditionally Russian (see above), and one that must have been the part of Russia that borders Asia (sorry, those pictures didn’t turn out). This dancer was particularly enjoying himself.

Colby bucked and hollered for awhile, and then finally fell asleep.

I think this team is from Greece. Their costumes were beautiful, but UGH. Wool skirts and knee boots in August. What can I say? I’m a wimp. (I can also say I don’t know how to read a calendar. But it’s practically August.)

These are the people who walked through the middle of the street DURING the parade. Nice.

I like the sunlight on this one, too.

This is the flag bearer from the Mexican team–and, man, could she WHISTLE.

This was the band–how cool is that guy walking while playing the bass?! Sweet.

Zach originally didn’t want to go to the street festival, but he was quite engaged once we got there.

The team from India was gorgeous.

I loved this little girl.

I love this little girl, too. Unfortunately, this is the last living evidence of my sunglasses. I hope someone found them on the ground and is enjoying them, because I’m sure missing them.





Daddy’s Boy

30 07 2008

Colby has a special relationship with Stan. He’s always been a cuddly baby, and he and Stan have always been close. There are just some things that only Dad can do. I took this picture before we came to Idaho and thought it was pretty sweet.





Where are we now?

28 07 2008

Stan is currently embroiled in what I like to call the six-billion-dollar business deal from H. So instead of hanging around home and seeing him about seven minutes every day (and the kids not seeing him at all), I talked him into taking me and the kids home to Rexburg.

[I still call it home, even though Washington has been our home for five years. It’s nice to be able to go on a trip to go home, and then when it’s over, to go home. Home is a great destination.]

The kids and I are here now, enjoying playing with Grandma’s toys (especially the kitchen in the basement) and having clean cut young men at Ray’s Chevron ask politely if they might pump our gas. (It’s SO different from Oregon. There, it’s because they have to. At Ray’s, it’s because they WANT to.)

We’ll be posting from the Gem State for the next couple of weeks, hoping Stan remembers to eat (yes, he’s working THAT MUCH) and do his laundry before it’s too late. We miss you, Stan/Dad! But we’re doing our best to enjoy ourselves without you.

Also–a public apology to my oldest brother whom I made fun of in the last post: he helped me get my laptop all hooked up to the network at my parents’, for play-by-play blogging throughout our Idaho vacation. Thanks, Gregor!





Sleep

28 07 2008

Here are a few more pictures of our reunion. My oldest brother spent almost an entire day sleeping on the couch, as is chronicled in the next sequence.

He also seemed to be contagious.

If you can believe it, only two of these were posed.

This last one is just a random shot I took of the kids coloring. I love the way Johan’s arms are blurred–“I need to write this down fast!”





Cooking in Siberia

23 07 2008

As I was making breakfast this morning, I realized something about switching to a gluten-free diet: it’s almost like being thrust into a foreign country. I’ve got my tried-and-true recipes, but it’s like all that’s around are those interesting and sort of creepy open markets you see on the travel channel with huge hanks of meat hanging in the open air, covered with flies. So I go to the market and feel adventurous getting an entire chicken (oh, no, the plucked one, please) and head back to my apartment with the plug-in hot plate and think, “Now what?”

I went to the natural food store and bought a bunch of different non-gluten flours, got home, and thought, “Now what?”

Of course, I’ve still got my electric mixer and microwave, so it’s not quite Siberia. But I’m reading my recipes and thinking, “Okay, can’t have that ingredient. What can I put in there instead?” Which I’m sure is what people do when they go to Siberia and can’t get, say, canned tuna fish. They might try, you know, some other sort of meat to put on their sandwiches. Like chicken. Or a pig’s head.

Anyway, I’ve found my recent cooking adventures to be a bit roller-coastery (the rice flour muffins turned out pretty well; the buckwheat ones, well, not so great). I was thinking about it all this morning as I mixed up a flour cocktail I found online (listed as Wendy Wark’s Gluten-free baking mix–it was a sign!). I put together six or seven flours, a couple of starches, and xanthan gum.

And let me tell you something: our waffles this morning were FANTASTIC. I was so excited, I decided to try the same mix tonight in my pizza dough recipe.

Let’s just say it was edible.

Not delicious, but not completely cardboard.

It’s going to take some getting used to, but I’m pretty sure switching to cooking without gluten is easier than cooking in Siberia would be–at least for me.

Call me picky or even a wimp: I don’t like to see my dinner’s face and/or feet before I have to cook it.