Monday, July 30, 2012

What do you get when you combine Iron Chef, Sack Races, Board Games, and a Broken Window?

THE KREMIN CAMPOUT!

These pictures are horribly out of order (for example we have some "going home" pictures stuck in the middle of the campout pictures) but I can't seem to fix it, so...THERE YA GO.

As always we had a blast at the Kremin Kampout!
The weather was perfect and there was a near-constant breeze that made you feel relaxed and comfortable!





Since the Olympics were starting in a week, 
we had our own "Kid Olympics" and opening ceremony!




 Balancing on logs is harder than it looks!



Poor baby got a big, nasty sliver in his palm helping 
Eric take down his tent.  Yowsa!
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The ride home was unfortunately very eventful.  Just west of Duchesne (shortly after driving over Starvation's bridge) we passed a big rig carrying a wide load to the oil fields and it must have flipped up a rock because I heard a loud crash, only to discover the sliding door window had broken.  


 It was next to the seat Halle was occupying.  Although she had glass in her lap, we feel so blessed that she and her sister were protected - no glass flew into their faces.  It shook both me and Halle up a bit, but gratefully everyone was okay and we only had the window to worry about.

We were also fortunate that we had driven two vehicles out.  John and Dixie had graciously loaned us their truck and camper.  Brett and all the kids could fit in it just fine, so I drove the van back with the open window and the rest of the gang got to have a fun ride in Grandpa John's beautiful big truck!

 Shortly after I had pulled over a Highway Patrol trooper stopped to see if we were alright.  He said with all the equipment going out to the oil field, instances like these are very common.  He was very concerned about what we were going to do with the kids, so in a moment of panic, we called Mom and Dad and asked them to meet us there in Duchesne.  At that point we had not thought things through fully - I think we were going along the lines of just going back to Vernal for the night.  But once they got there and we'd had time to mull our choices over we decided it would be best to just continue on towards home.  I felt so badly they had put forth the effort to come all that way, especially when I knew they were exhausted and trying to clean up their own camp mess.  We ended up just having some dinner with them at the park by Duchesne High School then each going to our own homes.  Poor Mom and Dad, coming at our very beckoning whim when it ended up being totally unnecessary.  They couldn't have been nicer about it, though.  

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Ruby was filthy - hair full of dark dirt and sticky tree sap.  
A visit to the "beauty parlor" got her looking pretty again as soon as we were home!

 This was my view the ride out and back.  John & Dixie have a beautiful, wonderful camper on the back of their truck.  It was so fun to use and very, very comfortable.  Thanks, Mom & Dad!


 I love the view as you climb this hill right before the Red Cloud Loop turnoff.
Oh how I love our Vernal mountains!

Naturally, we competed in Iron Chef.  This year's theme was "Sweet Shoppe" and boy did we stuff our faces!  Team Spudnut may have won, but it was completely through cheating.  Who can compete with anything FRIED covered with powdered sugar or chocolate?!  Enjoy it, Eric - you'll fall off your Fry Daddy pedestal next summer!!!!!!  Bwa-ha-ha-ha!!!!!

I made a total pig of myself with these cream cheese sopapillas - delicious, Laurie!


 Nickole brought face paint and it was a big hit each day with these super heroes!


 "Family Pictures" - We had to use a stand-in for our missing sister, Faith...our stand-in may have been 9 months pregnant, but in every other way bore a close resemblance to the absent ditder!



Back to Iron Chef (these out-of-order pictures are driving me nuts)
Mom's Raspberry Brownie Bites - 
geez these were so good.  That chewiness of the chocolate 
with the juiciness of the raspberry was to die for!

Cake pops of every flavor imaginable!  
Everyone enjoyed these but they were particularly a big hit with the kids! 

This may have been the most creative dessert there - Caramel Apple Pie Popcorn.  
Yes, you read that correctly.  And drizzled with white chocolate! 

Chocolate Ravioli Cookies, Peanut Butter Cheerios 
(I downed more of those than I care to admit)... 


A little too confident here - 
I think they knew they were going to win.  
This Iron Chef thing is RIGGED!

 In homage to our favorite family Christmas movie, 
Kristen made some creamy "Oh, Ffffffudge" 
and I did Turkish Delight (which was really
 only to my delight, but that's okay...more for me!)


Here's the tasting and judging - it's very serious and intense.

 Hmm....what do I think?

 A "ten" for sure!


 Two sleeping beauties

 Foam swords were great entertainment for the boys every day!


Let's eat some more and play some games.  
Our favorite campout pasttimes!











Hope Sig1

Saturday, July 28, 2012

Because this is what love looks like after 12 years of marriage...

 Watching the Opening Ceremony of the Olympics the night before your anniversary 
in your sweats with dinner dishes still sitting on the table
(while simultaneously enjoying festive cupcakes from
our generous and lovely British neighbor - thanks, Sian!)

 And getting home-done haircuts in the garage.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
(Twelve asterisks for all our years of marital bliss!)
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Happy anniversary, babe.  
I love you and I'm not afraid to say it with clippers!
Hope Sig1

Thursday, July 26, 2012

what lay behind the mask?


"Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.
And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.  And how else can it be?
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.
Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven?
And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?
When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy."


poet Kahlil Gibran


I saw this on my neighbor, Jen's blog and just had to steal it so that I could always remember these beautiful words. It reminded me of a beloved scripture in Psalms which reads:

"Weeping may endure for a night, but JOY cometh in the morning"

Our trials and challenging experiences are as great a blessing in our lives as are times of peace and prosperity. Our joy is truly our sorrow unmasked - a thought I hope to hold onto when I find myself in a moment of sorrow or heartache...joy is promised to surely follow.

Wednesday, July 25, 2012

what the boys have been up to...

 Carson gave me the sweetest little gift.  It's a temple made out of legos.

He thought of everything - a golden Captain Moroni, a gold-handled door, and best of all...
Rocket Boosters in the Back!


Here's a sign the boys have on their door.  Carson wrote it in retaliation to a sign Halle and her friends displayed on her bedroom door about no boys being allowed.  Carson's sign says:  
Girls have cooties!
Boys are cool!
No girls allowed!
Cool Zone!

Hope Sig1

Sunday, July 22, 2012

Treehouse Museum


Our good friends, the Dzinekus, invited us to join them for a morning at the Treehouse Museum up in Ogden.   We love spending time with them and this occasion proved to be just as fun as in the past!
 Charlotte looked so cute - ready to beat the heat in her little tank top and romper shorts!

 Wyatt loved doing the fossil rubbings

 First Female President?

 Wyatt and Miles made a stop-motion video about dinosaurs that was epic!

 Julia and Carson loved the computers
 Look at Lonni.  Isn't she gorgeous?  She has the most beautiful smile and expressive eyes!

The Ogden Temple is directly north of the museum.  It was fun to get a sneak peek of the new renovations taking place.  GSL is actually doing the electrical work!
Hope Sig1
"The democracy will cease to exist when you TAKE AWAY from those who are willing to work AND GIVE to those who would not."



Thomas Jefferson