M Squared

my modern family

2012-01-14T16:23:00.000-08:00

The TV show Modern Family is down right hilarious. If you haven't been watching it I must assume you hate laughing. As we've watched over the years I've noted a striking resemblance to Modern Family characters and certain members of my family.

Meet Claire Dunphy. She is a fabulous mother to three children (well really four when counting her husband Phil). She is a master stay at home mom with mad organizational skills. She's also ultra competitive, loves being right and a bit of a control freak.

Amy recently informed me that I best represented Claire. Though I was a bit disappointed because Claire is a little bit lame, but I must admit it's true. Though like Claire I feel I can conquer just about anything, I am also a bit bossy (or as my mother would call me "miss bossy pants.")

"If I say something that everybody else is thinking, does that make me a mean person? Or, does it make me a brave person, one who is courageous enough to stand up and say something, behind someone's back to a ten-year-old?" Claire, but it could have just as easily been me.

Jay Pritchett, the family patriarch. He's a logical, no-nonsense kind of guy. He doesn't put up with any shenanigans and you will certainly not catch him showing any emotions; except of course looks of disgust.

This is the patriarch of our family, who is also known as Mr. Logical. I am often concerned that his scowl will become permanently imbedded on his face. His sarcastic one-liners are classic. But, just like Jay he can hide his emotions all he wants with his macho act, his family always comes first.

Jay (to Manny) "If you put on a puffy white shirt and declare your love for a 16-year-old, you're gonna be swinging from a flagpole in your puffy white underpants."

Phil Dunphy. Real estate extraordinaire and a kid at heart. Phil's stunts are simply outrageous. He may think he's in touch with his teenagers, but he's simply delusional (remember when he thought WTF stood for 'what the face'?) He's obnoxious and hilarious.

Phil Dunphy the II aka Justin Bleak. If Justin were adopted I could only conclude these two were twins separated at birth (of course there's the age discrepancy). Justin is really a kid stuck in the body of a large man.

Phil, "I've always said that if my son thinks of me as one of his idiot friends, I've succeeded as a dad."

I shudder at the thought of the annoying things Justin and Jonas will soon do together.

Ah, Luke and Manny--a very dynamic duo. Luke is laid back, naive, and an airhead. He is gullible and often finds himself in unpredictable pickles. Everyone loves Luke.

Manny is really a man trapped in a tween's body. His wisdom is beyond his years and he tends to relate best to adults. He's very smart and he's latin.

Amy & David--also a dynamic duo. Amy represents the Luke of the pair. Simply put, she can be a complete space cadet. Her knack for unreal predicaments is uncanny. We refer to them as "Amy moments." Her senior year at USU she was aghast to discover there was a credit requirement for graduation. And just like Luke, everyone loves Amy.

Luke, "I brought you some soda, but I couldn't find any straws, so you'll have to drink it like cats."

Some of you may be scratching your head about the David-Manny connection (well aside from the obvious fact that Manny is Latino and David thinks he is). Like Manny, David is smart. When David was a young boy he often spouted off very profound things. Mother could often be saying, "he's like a wise old man." Though he is not the ultimate romantic like Manny and he has not written any poetry for an unrequited love, I have not ruled out the possibility.

Manny: Jay, haven't you noticed the spring in my step?

Jay: Oh, the kids say cruel things, that doesn't mean you'll turn out that way.

Manny: No, we have something in common. I'm seeing a younger woman.

jumping for joy

2012-01-12T12:32:00.000-08:00

My fabulous cousin leslie took this during my "graduation photo shoot." I feel that it captures my mood perfectly today for several reasons.

1. We moved into our new home....and we LOVE it. Though Richard & Jewels worked out to be first class roommates, the commute was not on the top of my 'fun list.' I know many of you have been requesting some photos, which I promise to post soon. One negative thing about the move was the loss of a few important items, like the camera charger.

2. You know the saying "when it rains, it pours?" That is definitely true this week. I was offered two nurse practitioner positions this week--both of which I accepted. I will be working very part time at the free clinic AND part time for an OBGYN. I will continue to work on peds as an RN until I build my practice at the OBGYN's office and can increase my hours.

Great reasons to be jumping for joy........

special

2011-12-17T10:22:00.000-08:00

Due to my lack of children or an exotic life I find it hard to post frequently. Here's a few random pictures you might get a kick out of.

For the longest time Pippin's groomer (or should I say hair dresser) thought he was a girl. This resulted in pink bandanas and bows. He looks darling.

If I can't post about my own children I figured my niece was the next best thing. I found this gem and couldn't help but giggle. This is Amelia's first time on the boat several summers ago. She is by far the strangest person I know. She loves to run around the front room, flailing her arms and singing original songs. She is definitely a tenor. A few days ago she was singing the song "friday" but replacing the word "friday" with "christmas." That girls cracks me up and I can't help but love her. She certainly is "special."

i have great taste

2011-11-22T12:00:00.000-08:00

I wanted something soothing and relaxing for our den. As luck would have it, the painters finished up last week and we dropped in to see the progress. What to do you think of my green paint? It definitely meets the soothing and relaxing criteria--not to mention it reflects green light on everything in the general vicinity.

Below is the actual color I chose. I know, I know, you are thinking I am very finicky since they are basically the same color. It turns out Benjamin Moore recently changed their numbering system and the painters went off the number and not the name. I imagine the painters were questioning our taste level as they applied that disturbing color.

Aside from the paint mishap (which has now been changed), the house is coming along. We are hoping to be in before Christmas. Richard and Jewels have made a paper chain counting down to our departure date.

mother-daughter bonding

2011-10-11T09:28:00.000-07:00

Aren't we just darling? Like twins separated by many years. Since moving home we've had a lot of mother-daughter bonding time. We cook meals together. We sew together. We fold laundry together. We watch project runway and nate berkus together (please note I watch the later with much disdain). On my days off, we go to the gym together. Though we don't work out together we are both there, sweating, grunting and bench pressing more than our husbands. Today was like any other day. We set off for the gym together. Mom went to a class and I to do my own work out. Exhausted after my work out I set out to find my mother--she was nowhere to be found. Several gym patrons informed me she had already left. I had to run home...in the cold (thankfully it wasn't raining). Just as I was turning the corner into the driveway she was pulling out, a look of guilt in her face. Motherly love? I think not.

the sun will come out....

2011-10-01T10:06:00.001-07:00

I snapped this photo with my phone this am from our little beach house in Hawaii. I know, I know, I have a hard life. We've been eating a lot of shrimp and enjoying some beach time. More photos and my top 10 hawaiian moments to come when we return next week.

disturbed

2011-09-15T15:39:00.001-07:00

Recently I've discovered a handful of things that have disturbed me.

1. I ventured into an unfamiliar bathroom on my way out of work and found this warning on the toilet.

First, I find it alarming that there is a need to post a weight limit on a toilet. However, considering that 1/3 of Americans are obese (yes...OBESE) I guess I shouldn't be shocked. I recently read an article in a medical journal that predicated by 2020 obesity rates would read 40% and by 2030 they would soar to 70%. Anyone else shuddering in their shoes? As a healthcare provider this should help me sleep better at night--job security. I honestly feel ashamed and disappointed that we've become a fat, lazy country that survives on cheetos and big macs (I love cheetos). I am seriously concerned about the future health of the US of A.

2. Facebook relationship status (or can I say "stati" for plural?) I feel concerned that people are publicly announcing their separations, divorces and new found relationships to the facebook world. Apparently there are a lot of options: divorced, separated, single, married, in a relationship, engaged, widowed, in an open relationship, it's complicated, in a civil union and in a domestic partnership. I've never had a relationship status, I like to keep people wondering. I'm petitioning face book to add "mind your own beeswax."

3. Twilight fans. For my faithful blog readers you all know that I loathe twilight. After painfully enduring the first book I chose not to see any of the flicks. Everyone knows that movies can never do the books justice--and if the book is that bad I can't imagine I'd enjoy the movie much. I find many twilight fans to be beyond annoying. McKay and I happened to be out enjoying a meal one evening when a gaggle of twilight fans invaded the restaurant. They were all wearing obnoxious twilight shirts and were giggling loudly about the film. It happened to be the opening night of the flick. Most disturbing was the ages ranged from 8 to 60. A little too young and a bit too old to be obsessed with twenty-something year old actors. It's not real people! Creepy. Fortunately for the twilight fans (and most unfortunate for me) the next movie premiers in November--which means I will soon be inundated with fans spouting their love. Perhaps I'll take a break from face book until January.

4. Children's shows. There is a vast number of highly annoying children's programs on TV. Working on a pediatric unit and having some nieces and nephew I've had a small amount of exposure to these shows. I've honestly been questioning how I can endure them when I have children of my own (I think I've got about 1100 days until the blessed event. Check my baby ticker for the exact number). Luckily, I recently watched an episode of Peppa the Pig and felt a small hope growing inside. The show is hilarious. I am fairly certain McKay watches this in his free time.

the sleep talk chronicles

2011-09-05T13:49:00.000-07:00

Since I have nothing interesting to report (and no cute kids to post pictures of) I thought I'd post my latest night time rant for your reading pleasure.

Marybeth: (roll over in the middle of the night) I need the tv adjusted (please note we do not have, nor ever had a TV in our bedroom).

McKay: I don't understand, you need what?

Marybeth: I need the TV adjusted.

McKay: I don't understand, you need what?

Marybeth: (holding up the sheet) I need the TV adjusted.

McKay: I don't understand what you mean. You need what?

Marybeth: I can see you're too slow to understand, I am going back to sleep.

It's a miracle our marriage isn't in shambles.

i sleep talk

2011-09-01T17:23:00.000-07:00

So it turns out I am quite the sleep talker. Since being married I've said a lot of interesting things in my sleep. Here was my recent conversation with McKay in the middle of the night (please note I haven't said 'butt hole' since I was 10).

Marybeth: (I roll over and suddenly say) I think I deserve a cookie for every year I've been alive.

McKay: Really?

Marybeth: No, I think a beer. Yes, a beer for every year I've been alive.

McKay: (laughing)

Marybeth: I think I need to go to Michelle's house.

McKay: Who's Michelle?

Marybeth: I went to high school with her, DUH.

McKay: (laughing harder this time).

Marybeth: (very angry at this point). I hope your butt hole explodes.

At least I provide some good late night entertainment.

ptown

2011-08-24T17:05:00.000-07:00

We have now been official residents of Preston, Idaho for 1 week. The perks to living in the metropolis are really endless.

The close proximity of pizza villa/big js (I heart cheesy breadsticks).
The ability to drive through big js drive up window on Pearl (our honda metropolitan), order fries and shake and strategically feed them to McKay while we ride home.
Frequently seeing movie stars at the grocery store (only napoleon dynamite's finest).
Rush hour on main street involves 5 cars at one of the stop lights (there are two in town).
Searching for treasures at Kings. I once purchased a toilet paper holder with a radio and an alarm.
The ability to purchase lottery tickets at any convenience store.

My only regret is the loss of Bonnie & Clydes--I really had a hankering to create my own slush puppy.

i make pies....

2011-08-07T20:25:00.000-07:00

Early in the relationship of M squared I learned something a bit disturbing about McKay--he did not care for cake (please don't de-friend him on facebook, we all have flaws). He loves pie. I quickly studied up on the art of pie making and began practicing. In no time my pie repertoire was quite lengthy. I still continue experimenting and McKay never complains, only eats. Making pies has become my creative outlet. Below are some photos I snapped on my iphone from my most recent peach pie endeavor.

Pie crust.....check (cold ingredients are key. I leave my crisco in the refrigerator. Then I chill my crust for a few hours). Cold pie crust will puff up nicely in the oven and be extra flakey. A hot oven + cold ingredients = lots of steam that make tiny air pockets resulting in the most delectable flakey crust.

Keep it simple. Fresh fruit pies only need a few ingredients. Let the fruit be the super star. Fresh peaches coated with cornstarch, lemon juice (a MUST in any fruit pie), cinnamon and nutmeg.

I am not really into designer crusts. I can make a fancy lattice, but once you cut it all that hard work looks like a disaster zone.

Baked to perfection...cooled and placed to chill. Another key to fruit pies is to let them cool properly. This allows the fruit to gel so you don't have a runny mess.

By the time I remembered to take a picture of a piece I found the pie mostly devoured--I guess it's another pie success.

I am hoping that someday my pie making skills will land me at the national pie making championship......a girl can dream.

the life of a renegade dog

2011-07-26T10:55:00.000-07:00

Meet Benny Michael Eckstrom (previously Westerberg). I adopted, well rescued, Benny (formerly Bandit) from a young family from Lehi with two red-headed rambunctious kids. I really never had enough time for Benny. Between two jobs and a bustling social life he spent many Friday nights perched on the love sac where he could watch the action in the outside world and await my return. Don't get me wrong, Benny was loved. He was welcome in any bed in the house (the roommates loved him). He was my favorite running partner, 6 miles was really just a warm up for these athlete. Though he wasn't the brightest dog, he was an undeniable jock and enjoyed showing off his bounding skills for anyone that would watch. Benny loved everyone. He especially loved being an accordion in the hands of my brother, David.

Enter Emilio Bleak (formerly Elmo). Benny and Emilio became fast friends and partners in crime. These two were not to be trusted.

One Sunday afternoon these two left the confines of the Westerberg residence. Their travels took them to Ransoms (a convenient store) where they wandered the isles, spending an extended period of time eyeing the beef jerky. Benny must have sensed trouble because he silently slipped out while Emilio pined over a Slim Jim. Emilio was soon apprehended by animal control and was later rescued by Richard, who received a very stern lecture on letting his dog wander about (please note that the Bleaks were in Costa Rica and had left Emilio in the care of mother and father Westerberg). Benny later returned looking quite satisfied. Though no one really knows where his adventures took him, we can be certain they were epic.

Though I had to place Benny with a new family (don't feel bad, he sleeps in his owner's bed every night and is toted around in her purse) Emilio and Benny will always be BFF.

Before Mckay and me.......

2011-07-21T08:51:00.000-07:00

...It was McKay and Amy (I am likely to take a lot of guff for this post). I found this picture whilst packing and couldn't resist posting it. McKay and Amy met shortly before McKay's mission. I remember this day at the lake well.

Coincidentally, 5 years later I discovered McKay on facebook and sent this innocent message:

subject: pancakes

Mckay--do you remember when I made you a feast of chocolate chip pancakes smothered with fresh strawberries and whipped cream...after which I took you on a rather trecherous ride on a tube at Oneida Dam? Amy and I were reminiscing a while ago and then I thought I saw you at a ward conference a few weeks ago. Upon face book stalking you and investigating your large photo album I have decided it was not you after all. However, I felt I would drop you a message anyway--for old times sake.
Marybeth

Who knew a fated day at the lake so many years ago and a facebook message would result in the joining of two of the weirdest people I know (yes I am referring to myself and my husband). I am eternally appreciative to my sister for first introducing me to the No. 1 husband and for facebook for reuniting us.

forwarding address

2011-07-19T20:15:00.000-07:00

As previously mentioned we joined the three bazillion (yes bazillion) Americans attempting to sell their homes. Fast forward six months......no serious interest. We concluded this was related to the price tag (come on, she's a real beaut). We decided to rent our home and move forward with building. A week ago Monday we met with the builder and finalized some plans. Thursday morning we had an offer--Friday afternoon we accepted. So let the packing begin. My mom asked me if I felt sad to leave 926 N behind. Today I can confidently say NO. Upon awakening early this morning the thermostat inside the house read a balmy 85 degrees. Honestly, I am feeling a big nostalgic, but we are ready for a change.

Where will be relocating one might wonder? Our new little bungalow should be ready for tenants (that being McKay and me) in October. Until then we will taking up residence at the Westerberg pad. When we explain this to friends they often seemed dismayed we are moving home. I alway reply....you haven't met my parents (Richard & Jewels rock). I look forward to lots of mother-daughter bonding time and many mexican cokes on the veranda with my dad. McKay is particularly excited to take advantage of the LTD shuttle from Preston to Logan.

birthday boy

2011-07-01T08:04:00.001-07:00

Yesterday we celebrated No. 1's birthday (yes, he really is the No 1 husband in the universe). Because McKay is pretty popular (I am quite certain my family likes him more than they like me) he received some pretty spectacular gifts.

What better gift from the soldier and his family than a 22 pistol? McKay spent the evening studying every inch of the gun and already has a long list of accessories he is pining after. I have no doubt once Patrick makes his heroic return from Afghanistan the two of them will have weekly dates at the shooting range. Next stop for the unstoppable duo: Mantracker.

Not only am I blessed with a No 1 husband, I also have a No 1 father. My father has only one flaw: his lack of enthusiasm when receiving gifts. No matter the gift his response is the same, "wow a ______, thank you very much." McKay is pretty much the opposite. He opens each gift with the enthusiasm of a six-year-old. As he opened his gifts he put each one on. Here he is sporting two new polos complementary of the bleaks, a pair of pants from myself, one work boot picked out by my dad and one flip flop. This is all in addition to the clothes he already had on. In the excitement of posing he forgot to model his snazzy new sunglasses from Jewels.

I thought McKay might enjoy watching busy harvester ants so I purchased him a gel ant farm. WRONG....his reaction when opening the gift would be what I might suspect if he'd won the lottery (and I am not talking $25 on a lotto ticket from La Tienda). It's hard to say if he is more in love with the gun or ants. Here's their progress in only one night.

All in all I think No. 1 had a pretty good birthday---and was fully deserving.

Fine, After Cloudy

2011-06-11T21:37:00.000-07:00

Weather men (and women). Weather people. Weather forecasters. Whatever you prefer, have life pretty good. From my perspective educated scientists have created elaborated models to predict weather based on a series of algorithmic functions. All that is left for these weather individuals to do is click their mouse a few times and get some results. I guess this is where their actual work comes in. Each weather talent seems to have developed or coined his or her own little annoying habit or frock that must be incorporated into the evening weather report. I guess what is most annoying about the whole situation is the fact that these "forecasts" are seldom correct. Strange enough not a day goes by when a comment will not be made concerning what the weather reporter forecasted. I wish that I only had to be 50% accurate in my job and still have people listen to me every day without fail.

At work we have an old clock that is also supposed to display the weather with a little flashing light. It has four options. I believe that it is stuck on one but it seems to be really accurate and so that is the only weather forecast I think I will ever need again. "Fine, after Cloudy"

i'm a hoodlum

2011-05-26T14:04:00.001-07:00

After two (very long) years I successfully graduated with my Master of science in nursing as a nurse practitioner! It was a rocky road, but I learned a lot.

1. Comfortable computer chair is a must.

2. APA format---no sweat.

3. How to successfully B.S. my way through any paper.

4. I still loathe nursing research.

5. I can successfully go to school full time, work 30 hours of clinical, 24 hours as an RN, work out 5 days a week, run a house, fulfill my calling as YW president and still get sleep at night.

6. My husband may be happier than I am about my graduation (he will not miss "school Marybeth.")

7. I still care about getting A's (I blame my mother for this).

8. I love what I do and am excited for a slight change in careers (and for those with inquiring minds the new job is still a work in progress).

Photos of graduation....

I am fully aware that I could not have done this without the support of my fabulous and ever-so-patient husband and the rest of my family. I missed out on many a shopping day with my mom and bonding time with my sister and twins. Thank you for your patience, understanding, support and of course expert editing skills. The older I get the more I realize that our successes in life are really a collaborative effort of those who love us.

As for what's next---for now I am simply recuperating, testing new kitchen creations, working in the yard and preparing to pass my boards (or "the bar" as McKay likes to say).

shrimp tastes good

2011-05-21T05:20:00.000-07:00

One of the best things about Belize was the delicious seafood we partook of. I had my daily dose of fresh shrimp. Other delicious finds: fresh pineapple and mango and of course all things coconut (rice, shrimp and ice cream).

We travelled in the "low season." There were only about 10 other guests at the resort and as you can see a lot of empty beach chairs.

We had a lot of fun swimming, kayaking and snorkeling right off the beach of our resort. The water was so clear and the most beautiful color.

We got up at 5 am on our final day to watch the sunrise on the beach. Not a disappointment.

View from our cabana. Overall, I'd say our trip really was "unbelizeable."

cave-tubing & snorkeling among sharks

2011-05-17T18:48:00.001-07:00

First I need to announce my disappointment in disposable underwater cameras. Let's just say all the fabulous shots of underwater creatures I thought I'd captured just didn't come out quite as I'd hoped.

I spotted this very interesting under-water creature multiple times during our snorkeling adventures.

Yes, this is me in all my snorkeling glory. A few things must be noted.

1. In Belize this underwater sports is called "snarkeling."

2. Belize has one of the largest reefs in the world.

3. We truly snorkeled among numerous, very large nurse sharks and sting rays without losing any appendages.

We took a catamaran to many popular 'snarkeling' locales and Caye Caulker. There were only 6 of us and it was quite possibly my favorite expedition (tied with cave tubing). Our captain Selvin was quite fabulous. He even allowed Marty to sail (anyone else noticing a recurring theme involving Marty driving vehicles he has no training to navigate?) We enjoyed cokes, fantas, fresh mangos and the most delicious salsa imaginable. The only negative about the trip was Selvin's co-captain who was extremely rude and spent most of the trip asleep on our belongings.

We traveled (and by travelled I mean took a boat on the ocean for about 1.5 hours, then another 20 minutes up a river, then a 2 hour bus ride) to the San Ignacio area on the mainland. Once there we saw a mayan ruin (note: I did not document any of our ruin adventures most likely related to my lack of interest in ruins. If you've seen one mayan ruin, you've seen them all). Moving on--we tubed through a large, very dark cave. There are multiple caves in which a river runs through--one guide told us you could spend 8 hours going through them all. Though the pictures certainly don't do it justice it was incredible.

Our guide ended up pulling us through shallow areas. It is the dry season in Belize and therefore the river was a bit low. However, McKay and I, having tubed the very low Oneida Narrows like champs, would have dominated the river given the chance.

un-belize-able

2011-05-15T16:54:00.001-07:00

We just returned from an incredible week in Belize. We travelled with McKay's brother Marty, and his wife Laura. I took over 100 pictures (I am horrible at whipping out the camera, so it's really quite amazing). So, enjoy a few from our first two days of our exciting adventure.

After graduation McKay and I drove from Pocatello to SLC where we flew out at 1 am. We had a layover in Atlanta and arrived at 11 am Saturday. We then took a taxi to the municipal airport where we boarded a very small aircraft. In order to purchase tickets we wrote our names on a piece of scratch paper and were given "white boarding passes." I even carried on a full water bottle---gotta love it! I was seriously concerned with the whole operation when Marty was allowed to be the copilot. In the end it was quite a fun experience.

The brothers enjoy the view of Ambergris Caye. We stayed on one of Belize's many cayes. So, once we safely arrived (most likely thanks to our trusty copilot) we then boarded a boat which took us 20 min north to our resort Costa Maya. It was quite the process to get anywhere.

We later embarked back to San Pedro (the main town on Amergris Caye) where we wandered about and purchased our groceries for the week. We also made a life changing discovery, coconut ice cream at manellis. DELISH! McKay was so busy enjoying he was unable to smile for the picture.

McKay was thrilled at my persistence in applying sunscreen. Despite my efforts he still sustained a painful sunburn.

After dinner we went back for another coconut ice cream. Perhaps you weren't convinced from my previous picture, but this ice cream really was un-belize-able (yes, one of the many annoying catch phrases used in belize).

life is great

2011-05-03T17:10:00.000-07:00

I married a handsome man. Thanks to my cousin Leslie for making us look so glamorous.

come what may

2011-04-14T18:11:00.000-07:00

Sometimes being an adult is a real bummer. There's the problem of a lot of work and only a little play. Responsibility, it can be a real drag. Of course being all grown up allows us to recognize and appreciate things we couldn't as children. As a kid I remember always wanting to be a part of my mom's "grown up" conversations. Now that I have this luxury I don't always enjoy it.

I've come to realize that bad things often come in waves. Recently I've learned of several of my classmates and friends who've left or been left by their spouses because of infidelity, pornography or simply selfishness. To me it's simply unfathomable (of course I married mister wonderful). Whatever happened to commitment?

Then there are those tragedies that seem unfair. Like an old friend of my mom or my cousin who are battling aggressive brain tumors. A coworker with a critically ill spouse who walks the line of life and death daily. And a friend who just can't seem to catch a break no matter how hard she tries to live her life right.

Here I sit surrounded by people I love in crisis feeling guilty for my current problem-free life, grateful for my blessings, ever more aware of how precious life is, frightened for the day tragedy lands on my own doorstep and helpless that I can't heal the heartache of the sufferers.

Elder Wirthlin once wisely said, "come what may, and love it."

It's easy to love life when all is well---and I do love life. Blessed beyond what I ever thought was possible and certainly what I deserve, the only solution is to pay it forward. Perhaps I can lighten another's burdens and perhaps (even a little selfishly) diminish my own feeling of helplessness. My profession is one of healing, and though I can't cure brain cancer, I feel confident I can make at least one moment in a life a little brighter.

still surviving

2011-04-04T16:53:00.000-07:00

I know that my legions of blog-followers have been feeling quite deprived from my recent disappearance from the world of blog. We've been quite busy. Here's a short update.

1. I've been going to school non-stop. Between work, clinical rotations and other responsibilities the only time left over is for sleeping and eating. It is incredible that I've managed 30 clinical hours, 24 hours at work, exercising, cooking dinner, keeping my house from turning into a complete pigsty and my young women (my husband has been very helpful). Even more shocking is that I've somehow managed to not get sick (especially considering my 54 hours a week of constant exposure to sickos). I am certain I've been receiving some help from the powers that be, and I am feeling pretty darn grateful.

2. McKay survived yet another winter at Peterson Equipment--his first as service manager. I cringe when I look at the hours he put in. Not surprising is the fantastic job he's been doing. This year he customized a snowcat with a microwave, fridge, crockpot outlets and a flatscreen TV. My husband rocks.

3. After our busy year we decided we deserved a tropical getaway. Marty & Laura will be joining us in Belize for a week of guilt-free lounging and eating. Countdown to graduation & departure is.....31 days.

4. The house is still for sale. We've had some interest, but no offers. Keep your fingers crossed.

5. I have been reading a few childhood favorites before bed and have thoroughly enjoyed my return to nostalgia. First I'd like to say that the second Charlie & the chocolate factory flick represents the book much better than the first. Secondly, I'm grateful that I don't have to consume snozzcumbers--though I wish the BFG would blow some sweet dreams in my window at night.

changes

2011-01-23T09:31:00.000-08:00

For some time McKay and I have discussed purchasing a new home. Though we love our little home, we've been feeling a bit restless for change. Encouraged by low interest rates and a lot of great properties, we've been looking casually for the past year. Recently we found a property we love in North Logan. After much consideration we've decided to attempt to sell our little cottage. At the moment we've put the house on KSL and simply posted a sign in our yard. We'll see if there are any bites. The market isn't great at the moment, but we figured we'd take a chance. If you know anyone looking for a fabulous home, we have one for sale. You can check out the specs at charminghomelogan.blogspot.com

I guess it goes to show you once you've done a lot hard work and have the house just the way you want--you move.

hi...I'm marybeth and I've been tan-free for one year

2011-01-15T16:22:00.000-08:00

*please be warned--disturbing image below*

I would consider myself a health-conscious individual. I rarely drink soda, I eat plenty of fruits and veggies and I happen to be one of those freaks that loves exercise. Of course everyone has a bad health habit they secretly relish. Mine is the sun, I am addicted. I inheriting my mother's great olive complexion and tan easily. Then of course is the pure joy that engulfs my being as I soak up the glorious sun rays. I've also frequented the tanning bed a time or two. If there is a time when one needs the sun the most it is the long sunless cache valley winter. I happened upon a great tanning place two years ago where I could enjoy 30 minutes of uninterrupted UV-A rays without the slightest chance of a burn. Now don't get me wrong, I am not a weekly tanner. My 6 pass would last an entire year.

Unfortunately the sun has caught up to me. Last summer while starting an IV on an infant I discovered that not only did my skin look disturbingly like leather compared to the babe, I also had several dark sun spots on my hand. The next week my denial ended as I discovered these unwanted spots on various locales of my body. I took a vow then that I would quit tanning, cold turkey. My resolution has gone well. I am a faithful sunscreen slatherer and hat wearer. It's been one year since I last tanned, and I have to admit I miss it. It could be something to do with the longest winter I remember, or the fact the sun hasn't shown here in 3 straight weeks.

I will continue to stand firm to my no tanning policy. My only consolation is that I won't every look like this lady.

goodbye childhood

2011-01-02T18:40:00.000-08:00

My mom recently undertook a mounty mission to remove all junk from the home. She went room to room removing items left behind and no longer loved. After sorting through my childhood room she formed a tower in the corner and informed me I needed to come claim my treasures.

The task of sorting through possessions that were now merely fragments of my childhood was much more challenging than I anticipated. For those of you unfortunate enough to be unacquainted with the childhood MB, I will let you in on a now little known fact. I loved frogs. Live, stuffed, glass, puzzles, pictures, you name it--I owned it. My sweet 16 gift was a golden mantella I affectionately named Owen after a childhood friend. He was a loyal friend and enjoyed singing (but only to classical music). He suffered a tragic death, which I'd prefer not to recount.

Selecting a few frogs from my collection of over 200 was challenging. As I placed the rejects in a box bound for the DI, I couldn't help but feel a little piece of my childhood going with it.

Other items of interest were letters from my three penpals, Abby, Mohammed and Lisa (kids these days are really missing out on penpals), multiple notes from junior high boyfriends, some creative art projects and a lot of great photos of my fabulous gal pals from high school.

I returned home that evening feeling a little defeated. My sensitive husband inquired about my unusual mood and I replied, "today I gave away my childhood." Sweetly he offered to call my mom and save all my frogs from a life at the DI (despite the fact we have no storage space in our little home). I declined his offer.

My only solace is knowing some child foraging through piles of D.I. treasure may find my beloved childhood possessions and will love it just as I did.

happenings

2010-12-06T07:25:00.001-08:00

I am enduring my last week of the semester and looking forward to a little break before my final (and extremely crazy) last semester of nurse practitioner school. I still can't believe I'm almost done! McKay is working tirelessly as the service manager to keep all snow cat customers happy. We've managed to have a little fun between all the business.

McKay playing a little trick on Patrick.

The annual temple square pic taken while we were in SLC with the youth.

We took a quick trip to Vegas to see Garth Brooks. Some people gamble--and then there's us who are playing arcade game with all the kids.

Boys will be boys. Patrick injected this turkey with every spice known to man. With his partner in crime they fried the turkey to perfection.

an epidemic

2010-11-26T17:25:00.000-08:00

Some say that America has fallen victim to a widespread epidemic: rudeness. I fear this is true. Several weeks ago I contracted a short term case of this ugly disease. While running on my favorite trail a dog (who was leash-less) chased me from behind and jumped on me leaving mequite frightened and covered with mud. I was pretty angry. The owner threw out a quick "sorry" as I ran by and before I knew it I had blurted out "LEASH." Oops, did I mention I was attacked and muddy?

Why do we resort to being rude? Working in the health care industry I happen upon snappy and impolite ancillary staff frequently. The effort required to act in a rude manor far outweighs that of being pleasant (of course there are instances when one must rise above ignorance and being polite and happy is a near impossible feat).

I was the recent recipient of two episodes where a little extra kindness went a long way; both involved patients I cared for. The first was of a mother who took a little extra effort to express her appreciation not only of my care, but of my positive personality (really, me? What a compliment). The second incident involved a sharp 8 year old boy who delivered cupcakes and a little poem to my house. I was touched.

Both cases did not take much effort, but the result was more significant then they could imagine. It validated my love for my profession and my personal mission. These tokens of kindness made those days and many more to come much sweeter. What we really need is an epidemic of kindness; I'm hoping for a life-long infection!

i'm unique, it's true

2010-10-30T07:58:00.000-07:00

This week on the Office an old flame of Pam's admitted that he never called her back because she was "goofy." I'm fairly certain this is why it took me until nearly 26 to find the right guy for me. Like Jim loves Pam's goofiness, McKay actually appreciates my uniqueness. I thought I'd share a few of my idiosyncrasies.

1. I have a wrapping-paper fetish. The day that Hobby Lobby sets up an entire isle dedicated to wrapping paper is truly like a holiday. I have no less than 15 different wrapping papers. Wrapping gifts is likely one of my favorite activities. At least wrapping paper is fairly inexpensive--I could have a thing for designer purses or shoes.

2. I loathe running on treadmills (the cold weather forced me inside 3 days in a row this week). Even at my old gym where I had a great view of a the majestic wellsvilles, a pasture full of horses, a pond overtaken by wildlife, my own TV and a private fan I couldn't make it more than 4 miles. Though the change to the sports academy has been great, the treadmill set up is not quite as fabulous as my old gym. I guess you could say I am a treadmill snob.

3. I heart Harry Potter. Perhaps it's just a leftover piece of my childhood imagination, but I'd transfer to Hogwarts in a heartbeat and befriend a house elf if I had the chance. We have already purchased tickets for the upcoming flick and I have watched the trailer at least 10 times (did I mention I am re-reading the books? Well, at least trying to between my readings on benign prostate hypertrophy and autism).

4. Pot lucks bring fear to my heart. Don't get me wrong, among a close group of friends I'll eat freely. Even the thought of a ward party smorgasbord brings a shudder. I must know who prepared the food prior to partaking. Perhaps this fear came from dozens of roommates who's food preparation was slightly suspicious. Salmonella and E. Coli anyone? I'll pass.

5. I don't enjoy watching sporting events....unless it's track & field. Track & Field is undeniably the most, wait for it, AWESOME sporting event ever. There are athletes of all shapes, sizes and genders represented. What other sport can you watch so many different events? The unfortunate thing is that meets are rarely on TV, perhaps there is a track & field channel I can subscribe to.

So I'm a little odd, not surprising when you consider my father. I'm just glad that I not only found someone who appreciates me for it, but who is likely even more weird than I am (didn't know it was possible).

Bleed Red

2010-10-18T20:28:00.000-07:00

I recently had the opportunity to visit the Mothership in the Motherland. Listed below are the things I did in order of amount of time spent doing each activity.

1. Snowcat Talk

2. Drinking Beer

I received technical training regarding Pisten Bully for three days followed by lots of beer drinking every night. I however, was the designated walker. It was my job to herd our little group of Scandanavians, Germans, Slovaks back to the hotel each night. I excelled at my job, though they were quite unruly at times.

The time spent at Kassbohrer was more interesting to me than most would ever realize. Those Germans are sure meticulous in their engineering, design, and production of Pisten Bully.

Please request Pisten Bully snow wherever you may chance to recreate this winter.

arachnophobia

2010-10-06T19:19:00.000-07:00

Several weeks ago I found this friendly eight-legged creature taking up residence in our front window.

The good news:

1. The red hourglass on her abdomen

2. The large (and empty) egg sack I discovered under the window sill

3. The entire family of mini widows who also occupied the window

McKay and I have been sleeping in fear. I am fairly certain that the movie arachnophobia has poisoned spiders for me eternally. I have been checking my slippers and my nightly bowl of popcorn for suspicious looking spiders. Beware to all.

musical maturation

2010-09-29T18:48:00.000-07:00

I've been having a real identity crisis when it comes to my tunes lately. I believe it all started when I met McKay, who happens to hate country. Because I love him, I try and avoid listening to it when he's around. I also loathe his tune selection (which consists of a strange cartoon band called the gorillaz). Compromise: listening to the radio, which let's face it, is a pretty bleak situation in the valley of Cache. Therefore, I listen to a lot of talk radio, when Dr. Laura goes off the air I may be forced to listen to Christian rock stations.

Most recently I have come to dread my workout playlist. My playlist includes a little of everything...from Lady GaGa to Rascal Flatts to some incredibly awesome 80s tunes. In order to solve this conundrum I've been forced to put my ipod on shuffle. I soon realized that church tunes, while appropriate for Sundays, do not improve my mile time. I need help. I am asking for a the help of my fellow blogians. What are your fav workout songs?

My only requirements: great beat, not too much metal and NO punk.

no no joan

2010-09-18T20:32:00.000-07:00

One of my beloved books as a child was about Joan, a rather rogue cat (aren't they all?) who was caught in many naughty acts. Predictably, each time Joan was discovered in an act of mischief the unseen owner would follow with the phrase, "no, no, Joan."

There have been many times in my life when I've observed something and wanted to say "no, no, ________" (insert name of misbehaving here).

1. People who take infants or small children to movies. Crying is inevitable. Hire a babysitter for a few hours.

2. FACT, smoking = cancer. Smoking is a personal decision, so please don't smoke in a public place where I cannot avoid breathing the carcinogenous fumes. I'd prefer to stay cancer free, thanks!

3. What happens on vacation stays on vacation. Many feel that vacations are not only time away from work, but from previously lived standards (tube top and mini skirt are essential vacation entities--great kodak moments to post in the latest facebook photo album).

4. Loud chewing and popping of gum. Need I say more?

Perhaps the author of No, no, Joan could also create a book of faux pas committed by human "Joans." Some things just seem common sense, but perhaps I am just being unrealistic.

PIE please!

2010-08-31T18:58:00.001-07:00

Being married to McKay has presented very few challenges. I would say the major issue in our marriage is the fact the man does not like cake (I know, he is strange). He is enamored with pie. I had previously experimented in the pie-baking world but never found much interest. However, my McKay inspired me. For several years I've been perfecting my pie baking. Last summer I discovered a national pie baking championship is held annually. I knew that one day I must enter. However, I knew not to get too carried away. I needed to conquer a few local competitions before moving onto the "miss america" of pie baking.

First stop, Cache County Fair.

Pie: My famous sour cream apple with a cinnamon crumble crust.

Award: an embarrassing red ribbon

Many told me I should be pleased with second place. When I mentioned that there were only five pies entered total and none in my category (apple crumble) they instantly went silent. It was a real blow to the pie self-esteem and a disgrace to my family. The eternal glory of the blue ribbon was not meant to be.

This is said pie...looks pretty tasty, right? I actually never got as much as a morsel. It's a waste of a pie if you ask me. My mom (who has sampled this pie on many occassions and for a woman who doesn't like pie consumed a large piece with a large smile) contributed my pie failure to judges who lacked a "sophisticated palate." Sure glad I have a mom.

Here is a blueberry pie I made last summer. This was my first lattice top pie.

while you were out

2010-08-24T20:17:00.000-07:00

When house-hunting I really happened upon my home by chance. One night I took a wrong turn and ended up on 300 east. When I realized this mistake I flipped a U only to discover a for sale sign. I took a flyer and came back the next day. The house was the first I looked at and I was instantly in love. It felt like home. Of course the house wasn't without it's quirks, which I worked hard to remedy. The kitchen has been a project in the making. This is the journey from start to finish.

I instantly hated the forest green and white back splash and knew it had to be removed. The white counter top was also an eye sore, however I couldn't justify it's replacement. However, after a mishap at a Halloween date party the counter was irreparable and replacement was a must.

Fortuitously McKay entered my life, making my home remodel project a reality. I was quite proud I captured this picture--thankfully McKay only lost a few arm hairs. Good bye hideous green tile backsplash.

Hello lovely (but very basic) new tile backsplash. McKay cut and with his close supervision I placed the tile (this was my first tiling job).

At this point we were feeling pretty good about our kitchen. The cabinets were originally a very dark and, well for lack of a better word, ugly brown. I gave them a fresh coat of paint, some new hardware and we felt pretty good.

However, I always despised those cupboards hanging over the countertop. They were constantly in the way and created a dark workspace. I felt fairly certain disposing of them would increase my creative genius in the kitchen (think of all the possible pie creations). The main problem was cupboard space. So we waited and hypothesized..........I determined I could reorganize. We talked for months on end about color schemes and logistics. Then I went to visit Christina in Alabama.

I came home to a new, very lovely kitchen. Not only did McKay remove those obnoxious cabinets, he installed lovely pendant lights, repainted the existing cabinets and added bead board and crown molding. He also removed the old-school fluorescent lighting and installed can lights, and added a fresh coat of paint (did I mention I was only in Florida for 6 days?)

I know, I know....my husband is better than Bob Villa.

We now enjoy all my creatively genius meals in the romantic glow of our fabulous new kitchen.

The really good news is that rolling out a pie crust not longer requires maneuvering. I love my new kitchen...and of course the amazing man that surprised me with it while I was out!

What Summer?

2010-08-07T20:59:00.001-07:00

At the end of the school year I looked forward to a nice, relaxing summer vacation.....still awaiting said vacation. Here's a little of our whirlwind summer:

1. May: We took a quick trip to North Carolina to celebrate Marty's (McKay's brother) graduation from Wakeforest University. I failed to capture any pictures during our adventures in Winston-Salem (my posterity is doomed). Our visit mainly consisted of visiting all the many tobacco factories in the area. Ok, we really visited a few sights, ate delicious foods and stayed up late (yes, past 10 pm) chatting. Oh, and I have to mention Wicked happened to be touring through a nearby city so McKay and I went. It was AMAZING.

2. JUNE: BAMA STYLE. I had to get a visit in to Christina before she abandoned Southern living for the comfort of a more comfortable Western climate. We spent many evenings at a country festival called BAMA JAM. We saw many great artists (Dierks Bently, Kenny Chesney, Rodney Atkins...) and a lot of white trash. Sometimes people say there is a lot of white trash in Preston, the people who say this have obviously not been to the south. We also ventured to Destin where we spent an afternoon on a absolutely beautiful and oiless beach.

3. JULY: CAMPING. The much anticipated stake trek in Wyoming. As much as I loathe not showering for 3 days, sleeping on the ground and wearing a dress while hiking, I have to say it was a great experience. First, we look darn snappy in pioneer gear (I have been wearing my bonnet regularly). Second, I actually have a direct ancestor who grossed with the Martin company. It was pretty incredible to walk on the same ground as my ancestors. Pictured below is the view from Independence Rock.

4. JULY cont....Girl's Camp. We spent three days at the Cinnamon Creek campground. We had a great time and I even jump off a very small cliff (if you know my fear of heights you will be impressed at this feat). I had to get a picture to prove to McKay I actually did it.

Hopefully this post explains my absence this summer. Between traveling, camping trips and my healthcare policy class (I had the privilege of tackling the 900 page health care reform) I haven't had much time. I know you've all missed me. School starts in two weeks. It is my last year of graduate school and I am excited and nervous. Anticipate my disappearance from the blogging world until May of 2011, when I will hopefully be the proud owner of a diploma and a new job.

OLD FOLKS

2010-05-28T20:38:00.001-07:00

"I don't do old people." This is the reply I always give to my mother when she mentions with my vast medical knowledge that I would be the best suited caretaker of she and dad when they are old and senile. I was first tainted when working at Sunshine terrace on the Alzheimer's unit as a CNA. Let's just say my career there was very short. I vowed then to stick with the younger population.

A few observations I've made about our senior population:

1. They are extremely slow (slow drivers, slow movers), yet they are impatient. This often frustrates me when an older patient becomes impatient when I do not deliver a chilled prune juice 15 seconds after the request, yet they expect my patience when it takes them 15 minutes to get out of bed.

2. They call their spouse "dad or mom" or "grandpa or grandma."

3. Once they hit 70 their language metamorphosizes. Suddenly battery becomes "battry" and fork becomes "fark." It's a puzzling phenomenon.

4. They love to talk...about the war, their children, how they used to go to school in a one-roomed school house. I love to listen, learn and appreciate these sages of our society.

Recently, I've taken care of several patients 80 years of age and up. Each one has been sharp and has had something interesting to tell me. It has been difficult to watch these lively individuals lose a priceless possession, independence. Perhaps, it's not the eccentricities that I dislike, but watching these treasured historians revert back to being a child, dependent for all things.

Getting old is inevitable (thanks a lot to Harry Potter who rid us of the sorcerer's stone). Grey hair, wrinkles that go on for miles and the need for daily fiber supplements I can handle. Losing my mind, my health and my independence is truly what scares me the most.

Of course I can always hope that by the time I reach my golden years science will have concocted it's very own sorcerer's stone.

{Standing Ovation......}

2010-05-16T13:25:00.000-07:00

Like so many things the word ovation comes from the greek word "ovo" meaning triumph. In ancient Rome returning warriors were greeted with different levels of ovation based on the magnitude of victories.

Like our ancestors we express our ovation for a job well done. A great performance will be ensued by applause. A rare, extraordinary act will be followed with a standing ovation. At least, that's how things used to be.

Applause and standing ovations now seems to go hand-in-hand. If even a few stand, the rest follow until the entire audience is on their feet. Political figures even strategically place individuals in a packed crowd at an address to do this very thing. I have seen standing ovations at high school productions, following concerts and most recently at Wicked.

McKay and I are visiting family in North Carolina and were lucky enough to attend a traveling broadway production of Wicked while here. The show was unlike anything I have seen before. The special effects were phenomenal and the performers were incredible. McKay has been to several shows on Broadway and reported no standing ovations. Broadway is THE top, the trendsetter and place place all talented actors want to be. If anyone deserves a standing ovation wouldn't it be those on Broadway?

Has the standing ovation has become routine and common place? It is now nearly an expected reaction at the end of speeches, plays and concerts. What act can we reserve for those performances that truly are spectacular and unforgettable?

Perhaps I am just being a bit dramatic. Please respond with your thoughts. If I am outvoted I will immediately retract my statement go on standing with the crowd and clapping as if I'd just seen the spectacle of my life.

Oh Preston...how I love thee

2010-04-30T21:35:00.000-07:00

When a friend recently discovered I was from Preston she immediately unloaded an arsenal of insults aimed at my beloved home town (please note she grew up in a community of less than two hundred). Like any good soldier, my defenses were insurmountable.

1. Idahoan's have state pride (only second to Texans--Texas was once a nation for pete's sake).

2. Preston, Idaho POPULATION: 4, 765 (or is it 74, 765.4?)

3. It is rumored that Preston is the only location McDonald's failed to thrive. Fact: Prestonites prefer the savory burgers of local eateries like Big J's to the monopolized over-processed patties of questionable quality.

4. World class rodeo burgers + Corn Dogs + Classy Carnies + Wrangler Butts = That Famous Preston Night Rodeo (Haven't been? You simply have not lived).

5. The PLAZA motel is the one and only place to stay in Preston, Idaho. I once spent a comfortable evening at the establishment and was extremely impressed by the water pressure.

6. "My house is in Napoleon Dynamite." And yes, I did play tetherball on this very playground. Thank you Jared Hess for immortalizing my home in this famous flick.

7. Preston has some pretty remarkable businesses. For as long as I can remember the same people have been working at Kings. Nancy Egbert understands excellent customer service better than Sam Walton...not to mention she makes a dang fine cheesy breadstick.

8. "The most beautiful place in the west" according to my father (and I agree). Many ask me exactly what I did as a kid to stay entertained. I don't remember a dull moment. Hot summer afternoons were spent exploring the hills of station creek, collecting snakes and frogs in glass jars. Neighborhood games of kick the can and sardines lasted late into the night. There was always an adventure be it bridge jumping, forging the narrows on double-decker tubes or smores around a camp fire with friends. Many of my best memories happened in Preston, surrounded by some of the best people I know. It may be cheesy, but I love my town.

{Snappy glasses}

2010-04-12T15:06:00.000-07:00

One of McKay's former high school chums posted this picture of my charming husband in his high school days. I venture to guess this was one of many adventures shopping for treasures at Bear Lake's own Deseret Industries. I have not see many old pictures of my husband and was shocked to discover that he was once skinnier than he is now.

MFEO

2010-03-27T07:12:00.001-07:00

Christina's MFEO post inspired me to share the story of how McKay and I were brought together.

Only a few months remain until McKay and I celebrate two years of marital bliss. It seems like only yesterday that he was dating my little sister..........

It was Amy's first summer away from home and we spent it in a shared room in apartment X2 at Old Farm. Amy made quite a splash with the boys that summer, literally hundreds of men swarmed to our door at a chance to date her. One boy in particular caught her attention, McKay Peter Wilson. Their dating spell was shortened by McKay's departure to Africa to serve a mission. Amy wrote faithfully while McKay was serving the African people.

Then entered Justin (I do feel fairly responsible for this relationship as I prodded Amy over and over to ask Justin out, he was quite handsome lad). It's a fairly predictable tale. Boy meets girl, boy charms girl, girl abandons missionary. McKay returned home in July and Amy was engaged in November, married in February. End of story, well not quite.

Meanwhile I was busy earning my nursing degree at the U and experiencing one failed relationship after another. Fast forward five years. (I forgot to mention that my mother was rather fond of McKay and also wrote faithfully while he was away). On one of our many Floridian vacation's to visit Amy, mother Julie brought up McKay's name over and over and over. You could call it mother's intuition. A few weeks after returning home I decided to send McKay a message on facebook (please note at this point I had no interest or thought of dating McKay, in fact I was just beginning to date a guy I was quite fond of). We quickly became good friends again, reminiscing about all the good times we'd had together prior to his mission.

McKay spent a month trying to win me over, thanks to his persistence he did just that. We then dated, were engaged.....the rest is history. When I told Amy we were dating she replied, "well I already know I like him."

Some people may think it's a bit strange that I married a guy my sister dated, it's not. I am just grateful she found him for me.

This picture is for all you whiners who have been complaining about the snow lately...it could be much worse.

{When I was a kid....}

2010-03-21T19:10:00.000-07:00

Working with the youth, I have come to realize that though I am not much older, my childhood was much different.

For instance, when I was a kid I did not spend my afternoons at the mall or playing guitar hero. Summer days were spent in intense sessions of skip it (I once made it to 1,233, a neighborhood record), roller skating and playing kick the can. We even occasionally dared attempt to conquer the holy grail of jump rope, double dutch. We never did get that down.

When I was a kid I did not own several pairs of designer Uggs. I did, however, sport some very pink LA gears with sparkly shoe laces. It's a mystery as to why these ever disappeared from the fashion world.

When I was a kid, I really really wanted to wear banana clips. Mother Julie forbade such a thing in the Westerberg home. I thank her for this. Some disillusioned individuals continued this trend far past its expiration date. My sister and I would discretely say "BCA, BCA (Banana Clip Alert)" any time someone was spotted wearing this look.

When I was a kid my favorite stars did not include slightly questionable role models such as Lady Gaga. When I was a kid Molly Ringwald was the shiz.

Facebook-My BFF

2010-03-16T10:15:00.000-07:00

Face book is really the only friend you need, I'll explain why.

1. Face book can help you in just about every relationship.

-Face book has completely eliminated the need for the dreaded "define the relationship" conversation. If you want to make it official simply change your relationship status to 'in a relationship with.......' and see if they reciprocate.

In addition, face book makes breaking up a snap. Simply change your relationship status to "single."

-Face book can make you the ultimate smooth operator. You can not only send fake roses and chocolates to your loved one, but you can also post a tribute to them in your status or leave little love notes like "hey babe, I miss you" or "looking forward to tonight" on their walls. There really is nothing as romantic as declaring your love publicly.

-Face book also helps me find friends. I may not know them or have spoken to them in 10 years, but face book has helped me make 381 friends so far.

2. Face book is a great confidence booster.

-Yesterday I posted something like this, "Today I ran 29.4 miles in one hour." Then ensued dozens of compliments. I love reporting my many accomplishments to face book.

-Did I mention I have 381 friends? I am so popular.

-I love taking quizzes about myself on face book and posting them for my friends to see. Recently I discovered some things about myself. 1. The Twilight character I am most like is Bella. 2. My daily fortune cookie predicted I will soon meet the man of my dreams, sorry McKay. 3. My name means "super awesome" and 4. I am the all-time bejeweled champion.

3. Like any true friend face book allows you to be yourself. Common courtesy, manners and inhibitions do not apply when it comes to face book. Face book likes when you declare your opinions even when they are offensive to others or rude. It's okay to say things on face book you would never dare say to someone personally.

{Miss America....}

2010-02-01T18:29:00.001-08:00

In our house competing in pageants (or "scholarship programs") was banned. I remember watching with jealousy in my heart as my friends competed in the local bloomfest pageant. I really just wanted the crown (I still do). Growing up my two sisters and I crowded around the television yearly to gasp (and sometimes point and laugh) at the contestants in the Miss America Pageant. It has been years since I've witnessed this display of brains and beauty (I am convinced it's mainly the later), so when TLC began to advertise for Miss America 2010, I decided I'd once again become an eager onlooker. Oh the joys of DVR.

This afternoon I took a break from my studies to watch. I was thoroughly disturbed by what I witnessed.

Observations:

1. Are "jazz dancing" and baton twirling really talents? One of the finalists did a jazz dance. Pretty sure I could replicate it and I am a horrible dancer.

2. What is up with the swimsuit contest? I've never understood the necessity of flaunting your stuff on the stage. If this is necessary the girls must be required to be 100% natural. Anyone can have a fabulous bod with enough plastic surgery. I liken plastic surgery in pageants to athletes using performance-enhancing drugs.

3. The winner won a $50,000 scholarship. Deduct cost of dresses, hiring someone to choreograph and coach you on your jazz dance and all the costs associated with the 23 pageants you've previously competed in and you'll probably come in with less than half.

4. Is it really a contest of beauty AND brains? The contestants are asked a question in which they must respond in 20 seconds. I felt the responses to the questions were less than impressive. I am not arguing these girls lack intelligence, but simply that the ability to show this is greatly hindered by how the program is set up.

5. Judges. What qualifies one to be a judge? The little confidence I had in the program went out the window when they introduced Rush Limbaugh and some American Idol castoff who I can't even remember.

6. Have Utah or Idaho ever made the finalists? Perhaps we need to start promoting the toddler pageants like they do in the south.

7. I am pretty sure my sister, Christina, could have won Miss Franklin County if only she'd been allowed to compete. Christina, you were robbed.

{Unexpected}

2010-01-29T15:25:00.000-08:00

Growing up I always had an image in mind of what my future spouse may look like......

Who knew I would snatch a guy who looked so good in suspenders?

My handsome and perfect husband!

{When I was a kid....}

2010-01-23T21:47:00.000-08:00

As my life is less than exciting and I lack cute children doing picturesque things to post, I have decided to embrace my youth. I thoroughly enjoy reminiscing about the novelties of my childhood. These postings will be titled "when I was a kid". This post is dedicated to my child-like taste buds.

What is it about being a kid that makes you enjoy sugar-goo in squeeze form, gum disguised as chewing tobacco and magical, sweet sugar dust? Our summer afternoons were spent galavanting around town on our bikes and concocting creative combinations of slush puppies atBonnie & Clydes.

Crystal Pepsi. An item that confused the taste buds. I am still unsure what Pepsi was thinking when they created this soda. Who wants a soda that looks like Sprite but tastes like Pepsi? Soda isn't something that should cause contemplation and confusion.

The novelty of Zotz has still not worn off. The tasty hard candy with a fizzy surprise inside. I remember sucking away greedily, barely able to stand the anticipation that was about to erupt in my mouth. Speaking of oral explosions...remember pop rocks? A candy with attitude.

If you missed the Clearly Canadian phase I pity you. CC made a come back my senior year, but retreated back into nostalgia (a crying shame if you ask me).

Just a little taste of the past makes me smile. For just a moment I was in Adventure Video loading up on my favorite penny candies (back when they were actually a penny).

{Commandments of the Gym}

2010-01-15T17:28:00.000-08:00

I have become a bit of a gym junkie (well, not when compared to David who is currently a member at two gyms and likely has a bed at both). I first started lifting in the 9th grade. At the time I could bench the bar (yes, that's a whopping 45 lbs). At USU the strength and training coaches taught me the art of grunting, and helped me build the ghetto booty any sprinter would boast. Through the years I've built a very special place for the gym in my heart. Recently however, I've noted a few disturbing trends followed by other gym-goers that must cease. I've compiled them into a set of commandments that should be followed by anyone with a valid gym membership (except those who belong to curves, there is a completely different set of commandments for them).

1. Under no circumstances should perfume or cologne be worn. There is always that person that smells up the entire gym with their aqua di gio. It makes me want to vomit. I imagine that part of their pre-gym ritual involves dousing themselves in their favorite scent. I appreciate the fact that I can smell unpleasant and it's okay.

2. Cell phones. I find it disturbing and, well, pointless to work out while talking. I have often times seen people talk while running on a treadmill or riding the bike. Due to the loud equipment they speak louder than necessary, blessing us all with their details of their conversation. Can't it wait?

3. Making unnecessary noises. I find that occasionally a small grunt might help me complete the final repetition on an especially difficult set. This is acceptable. Now, the loud yells and other "man noises" are simply ridiculous. I think what they are really trying to say is, "Hey everyone, I am really tough, check me out." Inevitably this is followed by a dramatic throw-down of the weights. *On another note, there is a woman who runs on the treadmills and when is becomes difficult she compensates by yelling (and I mean yelling) out numbers in other languages. Currently she can count in German, Spanish and English. Impressive.

4. Drinking fountains are not for lugies. Something about lifting weights brings the Neanderthal in men. Oft times I find large, disgusting lugies in the drinking fountain. If you find it necessary to deposit despicable things in the drinking fountain, can't you at least make sure they go down the drain? Probably not. I now take a water bottle.

5. Displays of affection. This is just shocking. Today I witnessed an older couple sharing a kiss by the cable machines. I was so appalled I still have no words.

{The Chick-Flick Syndrome}

2009-12-13T20:10:00.000-08:00

What is romance exactly? According to Webster's dictionary it's a "marked by expressions of love or affection."

I was conditioned early to believe romance is what the media defines it. "Chick flicks" have convinced the female population that romance is writing ones name in a book to serendipitously find one another the day before one's wedding. Or perhaps falling in love with a woman who was the recipient of your dead wife's heart. Girls today spend way too much time swooning over the heroes in these movies. Thirty years later, still swooning, they are still waiting for Patrick Dempse to sweep them off their feet (he was pretty smooth in can't buy love). I like to refer to this as the "chick-flick syndrome".

Are there truly couples living a chick flickesque fantasy? Truthfully, in my youth I believed that love was some mystical, magical affair full of moments that took your breath away. As an adult I view romance and love a little differently.

McKay was the biggest blessing in my life and I love him dearly. Do a herd of butterflies let loose in my abdominal cavity each time I look at him? No. But sometimes in the morning when he is still sleeping I catch myself looking at him and wondering how I got so darn lucky. Do we spend our evenings dancing in a candle-lit, rose petal scattered room? Not as of today (not sure it's physically possible for us to dance due to our foot plus height difference). Usually I fall asleep giggling over some humorous declaration McKay has made (last week he boldly pronounced "I'm bringing cannibalism back"). McKay doesn't leave me love poems, he does something even better. He tells me at least ten times a day he loves me, is constantly doing thoughtful things and makes me feel like I am the perfect girl for him. I sure am glad my romance is not a replica of the most recent chick flick.

Sometimes I worry about the way romance and love is portrayed by the media. Working with the youth, I have seen how easily they are influenced. They learn that love and relationships are lustful, physical and perfect (this is my major problem with a popular book, now movie series which shall remain nameless). If they are not grounded by good, realistic influences they may rush off and jump into marriage unprepared and with an expectation of grand romantic gestures and a perfect life. I am not saying chick flicks should be banned from society (I am not a major fan of chick flicks, but there are a handful with redeeming quality and can definitely serve as a good source of entertainment). Do these unrealistic ideas of romance become embedded in our subconscious and effect our expectations of marriage and love? At the first sign of difficulty are some dreams of a fairy tale relationship crushed and a relationship become irreparable? In a world where divorce is rampant, does real love really stand a chance?

Perhaps I am being a bit dramatic. I guess I must have a little Christina in me after all.

Ah, romance at it's finest.

{I owe my great biceps to my books}

2009-12-05T21:05:00.000-08:00

9 books. 53.6 lbs. $612.34.

15 weeks.

Hundreds of hours staring at the mac.

16 pap smears.

One week, two written tests, and one head-to-toe exam and I will be a free woman. My month of freedom will involve lounging on the sofa indulging in my favorite soaps (luckily, nothing new will have happened in them since I last watched 6 years ago).

Semester in review, things I've learned:

1. Online discussions bite.

2. Each class possesses at least one know-it-all (the one in my program frequently uses the word "eloquent". Nothing in healthcare is eloquent, especially a prostate exam).

3. After only one semester, friends and family consider me a full blown provider, thus ensues a plethora of phone calls and endless medical questions. It's really quite flattering.

4. No matter how many times you swallow, I still can't feel that dang thyroid.

5. I heart learning. Cheesy though it may be, I have loved this new educational chapter in my life.

6. I really hate the Twilight series (though this has nothing to do with my education, it is something I've learned this semester).

SISTERS

2009-11-15T21:00:00.000-08:00

Sisters rock...especially mine. Of course my sisters were not always my best friends.

Between ages 13-20 Christina's picture would have been found under "MOODY" in the dictionary. What can I say, the girl was certainly mercurial. Some days we did not have sisterly love. Despite her erratic behavior I always worshiped my older sister. She was popular, talented and was always being chased by a small army of good looking boys (one even climbed our front porch one night in a romantic pursuit to enter her second story window. The attempt to woo my sister ended dramatically when my father stormed out the front door with a gun). Did I mention she had a vast assortment of very flashy braziers? Over the years the moodiness was exchanged for passion. Anyone who knows my sister will eventually get an ear-full of opinions about this-or-that. I love this about her. She is also the fearless mother of two very rambunctious and unpredictable twin girls. I simply could not do what she does.

Poor Amy was my loyal roommate of 14 years. I was no doubt a difficult roommate. As a child I was nicknamed "Queen Marybeth," and for good reason. I always got my way. Amy patiently put up with me as I ruled the kingdom. We were reunited as roommates when Amy came to college, and she quickly became my best friend. We shared a room, a computer (which I inadvertently spilled water on), a fish tank, a few boyfriends and a lot of good times. In ninth grade I wrote a poem comparing my sister to an egg which had not hatched. When the egg hatched, no one was prepared for what came out. She has always danced to her own rhythm. The girl can wear just about anything, even leggings (not saying I am in support of this fashion statement) and look fabulous. She is a designing diva. Once a loyal roommate, now a loyal friend. As when we were children, she will do anything to make others happy.

My third sister, my mom (often referred to as my twin 30 years older). She raised five slightly strange, and pretty incredible children. The woman is about as perfect as you can get. Once grandpa related a story of mom's disobedience. She was out at the local soda shop and did not arrive home at the designated time. Concerned, and perhaps a little disappointed, grandpa went out to find her. Arriving at the shop he entered and stepped on some tacks strategically placed by my mom and company. Pretty rebellious. I don't know anyone that doesn't love my mom. I often suspected my friends liked my mom more than they did me. She is a walking dictionary and a professional shopper. She has read more books than the public library owns and she is always right.

Just a little tribute to the sisters I miss.

it's a Utah thing...you wouldn't understand

2009-11-12T08:42:00.000-08:00

Recently, I have noticed a few trends that seem to have captured the hearts, and pocketbooks of Utahns. I do not point these out to make fun of or belittle my fellow Utahns (I am guilty of a few as well), this is simply an interesting observation.

1. The interchangeable beaded watchbands. When Amy ventured back home she was alarmed by sheer number of people adorning this new fashion statement. Though none of the Westerberg girls currently model this accessory I understand its appeal. It serves two purposes: a watch (I currently use my cell phone) and a fashionable bracelet that can be swapped to accessorize any outfit.

2. Vinyl lettering. This has truly taken Utah by storm. There are few walls in this state that are without precious, heart warming sayings. If I were to adopt this decor detail, mine would most certainly say, "Take of your danged shoes, I just mopped the danged floor." I may replace the word "danged" with a more colorful word (I am very passionate about keeping my floors clean).

3. Photographers. Is it just me, or does there seem to be a vast number of photographers in this state? I've at least half a dozen friends who've recently launched their own photography business.

4. Signs. I think this trend may be on it's way out. The only people still clinging to this are those who have not yet discovered vinyl lettering. Really vinyl lettering is just an updated version of signs. I must admit I do own two signs, must to my husbands chagrin. While we are on the subject, what's up with the tiles with sayings?

{the goings-on}

2009-10-25T07:51:00.000-07:00

What's been going on at the Wilson house? Studying, raking of leaves and frequent use of the cocoa latte machine inherited from mother Julie. Due to the desperate need for an updated post (and nothing to update you on) I have posted a few pictures recently taken.

First snow in Logan canyon and a friendly moose who posed for a picture and remained on the road for what I would consider an unsafe period of time. If the hunters haven't gotten her some unsuspecting traveler certainly has.

The Wilsons at most beautiful spot in the West, Station Creek, Idaho.

{Academia: a black hole}

2009-09-23T20:41:00.000-07:00

For those of faithful blog followers who have been checking daily for an exciting update, I apologize. I literally have been sucked into the black hole I refer to as academia. McKay now refers to the computer room as my "cave". I am spending so much time with my computer I think McKay is beginning to wonder if I will leave him for the mac. We are both surviving and enjoying the journey (he still gets an occasional pie so he's a happy camper). Hopefully I will have something new and exciting to post soon (it will most likely be my nursing theory paper on grief and the terminally ill. Certain to be published.)

Where I am imagining myself after 8 hours of vigorous studying.

A little help please

2009-09-15T15:21:00.000-07:00

I took this from Christina's blog (8 hours of studying a day has made me lazy, what can I say).

HERE is my cousin's blog, where I've just started an auction to help her husband, who is battling STAGE 4 brain cancer. I feel a little shameless doing this, but it's the only way I can help from 2,000 miles away. Visit. Read his story. Bid on something if you choose, or just pass the word for me.
http://bryonscrappycancer.blogspot.com/

Two weeks down...another bazillion to go

2009-09-04T18:21:00.000-07:00

I have survived the first two weeks as a graduate student. And, with only one mild breakdown, I feel I (and more importantly, my husband) will survive. Today I made the scenic commute to Pocatello for an assessment practice day. Idaho State definitely has it's perks: free parking, and a sweet ID card boasting a very ferocious bengal.

During my undergraduate years I discovered many aspects of education I loathed. Fortunately, since graduation I have been able to force these memories to the darkest corners of my mind. How quickly they have come rushing back in a matter of weeks. It is quite unfortunate that my perspective has not changed on these issues noted below.

1. Group projects (I have two this semester).

2. APA format (whoever created this should be stocked and flogged).

3. Nursing theory.

On a more positive note, I have been surprised at some unexpected changes in my attitude in regards to education. I feel extremely blessed and privileged at the opportunity to further my education. In attempt to ease my stress over the massive amounts of reading material in one course, McKay suggested I skip some of the readings. I thought to myself, "but then I am not taking advantage of this opportunity to the fullest." For the first time in my life I am excited about what I will learn along the journey and not just focused on the outcome (which will also be fabulous). I am certain I will need to remind myself of this on especially hairy days.

Two weeks closer to prescriptive power!!!

Dating--Just when I thought I was done

2009-08-26T20:36:00.000-07:00

I had nearly 10 tumultuous years of dating before plunging into the blissful world of marriage. Though dating offered many challenges, I enjoyed my experiences (well most of them). I even learned a few things.

1. Never let family set you up (thanks a bunch to Justin & Amy who lined me up with "smoother operator". David set me up with a great guy who had a very exotic accent--did I mention he was from Cache Valley? He retained this accent post mission, and still does to my knowledge.)

2. Blind dates set one up for disappointment (few exceptions exist, ie Becky & Eric).

3. Never date a guy with a jerky stand.

4. Dating boys with the same name can pose a potential problem.

5. Dating can inevitably end in marriage. In my case I really did marry mister wonderful.

After meeting McKay, I was happy to abandon live as a single woman and willing to thrust dating far into my past. Never did I imagine I'd enter this world again. Finding a "dateable" married couple can be quite the challenge. We've been married over a year and are still searching for our ultimate match. Coincidentally, it is the same problems that make single dating a challenge in finding the perfect married couple.

1. Compatibility. This poses a greater challenge, as there are four of you. I have a few girlfriends I could spent countless hours with, their husbands, however, leave something to be desired.

2. Children. Remember when you got married and now matter how you tried all your single friends disappeared? The same thing happens when your friends have offspring and you remain childless. It's a phenomenon really.

3. Flakiness. My number 1 pet peeve. Come on, make a commitment and stick to it, aren't we adults? (And here I thought flakiness was just a single persons excuse to escape a potential awkward date. Then again, maybe McKay and I are an awkward couple).

4. Rejection. After offering an invitation and being denied several times, I tend to give up. Though the couple always adds, "We will definitely have to do something another time," they never seem to follow through. It's not fun to be the eternal initiator.

We are currently taking applications for married friends.

I think I'll post this on Craig's List:

Young couple in search of soul mates.

Fun, enthusiastic, slightly quirky.

Tandem Bike, boat, sweet hot tub.

Must be reliable, tolerant of our weirdness

and love Delilah.

A love for pina coladas

and dancing in the rain a plus.

Florida & Dragon Baby

2009-08-20T16:24:00.001-07:00

Posted below are some really special moments captured of our Floridian adventure.

Captain Harold introduced us to the magical world of airboats. Yes, I know we look really intense with our headsets. These allowed us to hear Captain Harold's thick southern drawl over the loud purr of the air boat. Captain Harold kept us captivated with his swamp musings. "Now that there, that's a baby alligator. Just a young 'en, maybe two years old." Captain Harold sure knows his swamp trivia, but after the tenth "now that there, that's a...." I began to reminisce about a very obnoxious mexican on the stone island tour saying "How about it, take a picture." (sorry family joke). The dragon baby was remarkably well behaved, in fact he slept the entire time.

We stopped to capture some family photos at this majestic scene. David posed with his nephew--he needs a woman.

Of course there were manatees frolicking in the mystic waters.

New Smyrna Beach. Quite possibly my favorite beach (also note the beach with the most frequent shark attacks in the US). Let the boogie boarding begin.

Not pictured.

1. The 10 lbs I gained.

2. The 30 lbs David gained (his "food budget" was quite large).

3. Aquatica--where Amy and David made fun of me screaming on all the slides.

4. Emilio begging for food.

5. Dragon baby crying.

6. Some pretty amazing key lime pie.

7. The black lizard that ruled the beach house (he was too crafty to be photographed).

8. Baby Jonas getting blessed.

9. Me reading Twilight with a disgusted look on my face (don't worry, review to follow).

10. Dragon baby crying.

11. David & Justin working out to P90x.

12. McKay's very interesting sunburn (let's just say he used sunscreen, but missed random spots).

13. Our sweet compact/mini van/hatchback rental car (I was hoping for a PT cruiser, darn).

14. Dragon baby crying.

Our broken lives

2009-08-05T20:01:00.000-07:00

It all began last week when our dryer began to make some highly suspicious noises. I finally declared the beast "broken" when it sounded as though I had placed a small rock garden inside and turned on the dryer cycle. I was more than a bit perturbed at this, as we have a stackable unit which inevitably leads to the purchase of a new washer and dryer (though the washer is perfectly functional).

The following evening, as we were leaving for a boating escapade, Mak dropped by his soda machine for a refreshing can of DP (did I mention the sodas only cost a nickel?) He slammed the car door upon entering and flung the can at me; warm. Ah, and so the story goes--another broken item.

Though frustrated we were, it was certain a summer evening spent on the glassy waters of glendale would help us forget our woes. A perfect launch and the boat sailed across the muddy water, I smiled (Glendale always creates a sort-of surreal sense of happiness). I turned the key, ready for the happy sputter of the boat. Click. Smile fades. After thirty minutes of tinkering and many failed attempts to jump start the boat we load up and head home. Broken item #3. Feeling more than a bit defeated at this point.

And the streak continues, more broken items:

Mckay's wakeboard binding (this was after he miraculously repaired the boat)

All three of Mckay's crisp tacos from Taco Maker

McKay's bike tire

My pink bling chi

Check back tomorrow for an updated report....

Thankfully I have been blessed by a handy husband who repaired the boat, soda machine and dryer. No hope for the tacos though.

Back in my days as a single dame I used to use the saying "when it rains, it pours," in reference to boys. Things sure have changed...and boy am I glad.

Bloomington Lake...again

2009-07-26T14:24:00.000-07:00

Last year we started a tradition of 4-wheeling from Mink Creek to Bloomington Lake. This year we took our friends Dave & Annamarie, who braved the treacherous trail valiantly.

McKay atop a rock, looking very regal.

We stopped for a short photo opportunity and bathroom break in the trees.

Dave & Annamarie--eating our dust, ha ha ha!

Unfortunately, as it was a last-minute trip and we had to be back we were unable to visit the Wilson's in Bloomington. We are hoping next year to persuade them to meet us for a trick contest off the rope swing. The lake was beautiful, unfortunately there was an abundance of white trash flinging themselves into the lake via the rope swing. They filled the air with fowl language, yelps and echos of beer cans being opened. Pretty classy people.

Men and long hair-the eternal debate

2009-07-21T16:47:00.000-07:00

Recently I have seen numerous men with long locks. This has caused me to question the "do's and don'ts" of long hair in the male population. This deep thought was initially triggered by two men in our ward who choose to wear their hair long. The first has a very low maintenance look. His hair is constantly in his face, appears to have not been combed in weeks and is often referred to by McKay as "shipwrecked". The second is a recent move-in who has hair worthy of recruitment by pantene pro-v. I am fairly confident the man is in possession of a CHI (top of the line flat iron, for those of you who are not flat iron savvy). My question remains, what is socially acceptable when it comes to men and long hair? I hate the shag look, but at the same time feel a little distressed by a man who adorns a better hairstyle than myself (I don't even use styling products for petes sake!) Below I have posted a few photos of some very impressive long hair.

This picture is definitely not for the viewing pleasure of young children. Fabio is such a hunk.

Some of you might be wondering who these dashing twins are (shame on you). Nelson, the heart throb 80's group with some very impressive hair. You might remember the song -- I can't live without your love and affection.

Sorry, this is just frightening.

Last week at the lake we saw a group of people playing football. One of the players had a long blond ponytail and when they stood up, I was shocked to see this girl was not wearing a top. It was a boy. I just think it's wrong.

An ode

2009-07-17T15:58:00.000-07:00

Here I sit, a Friday afternoon---procrastinating. I just returned from several days at girls camp in Heber and am in desperate need to catch up on homework (only 2 weeks of class left). However, I find myself exhausted. In order to put off reading about kidney disease a little longer I decided to post a little ode to one of my favorite radio voices (no offense to Jim Brickman).

Delilah.

Here is a recent photo of Delilah. I am unsure if it is my maturing age or simply a desire for a little cheesiness, but evenings (in the car or soaking in the hot tub) are spent with the companionship of Delilah. It has been a lifetime goal to make it on her show. I am still cooking up the perfect sappy story to spill one snowy winter evening. Of course, I'll let her do the song choosing--can you imagine a song dedicated especially by the one and only Delilah?

A few juicy details about this radio diva: She is broadcast on over 200 radio stations nightly (US & even Canada). She is a single mom of 10 children (4 of which are adopted from Africa). It goes without saying she has great taste in music.

Some of my family and friends have moved far away and do not get regular doses of Delilah (clearly necessary for mental health). Because I love and care for you below I have listed local radio stations where you can tune in & "love someone tonight". Happy listening.

Alabama : 96.5 or am 1490

Gainesville: 98.5

Denver: 101.1

"Blogging Hiatus" as Christina would say

2009-07-14T06:46:00.000-07:00

I thought many of you must be dying to know what' s happening in our lives, as my posting has been quite inconsistent lately. I started school which has consumed most of my free time. I was actually quite surprised at how much I am enjoying my class. McKay is perfecting his rootbeer brewing skills and drinking a lot of soda. Below is a Cache Valley sunset captured on the way home from a delicious Sunday dinner in Ptown.

I have also been working on perfecting my pie skills as I plan to enter one of my pies in the county fair. Blue ribbon here I come. McKay seems to be quite happy with my experimentation. Recently I have tried new recipes for coconut cream, blueberry and cherry rhubarb. Even with all my pie baking and McKay's pie eating he remains all skin and bones.

An Ode to 25 years

2009-07-01T09:02:00.001-07:00

Yesterday McKay turned the big 25. He celebrated by making & bottling homemade root beer for his new acquired soda machine (I bought him an old coke vending machine from the 80's, it's pretty awesome). Here are a few pictures that capture the essence of what a great man I married.

The Summit

2009-06-21T07:35:00.001-07:00

Yesterday we made the fateful climb to the top of pine hill. The journey to the top was not an easy one, but McKay knew his place in the family depended on it. As pictures really do say more than words, I have included a small collection for your viewing pleasure.

Here McKay is at the "base camp". You will notice Pine Hill looming darkly in the background.

Photo captured to prove our ascent at the top (yes, I was required to show pictures in order to prove Mak had actually summited the peak).

As per tradition, McKay threw the initiatory snowball (blindly in fact, yet somehow still hitting me in the knee).

This picture is from our descent. We took a slight detour to check out a massive rockslide. We discovered there was water running under the rocks. It was remarkable to hear the water, but only in a few places were we actually able to spot a little of it. Ah, good ole mother nature shocking us once again.

Happy couple posing at the top.

Mak enjoyed his juice box and basked in the glory of pine hill. Unfortunately a storm came up when we were at the top and we had to quickly retreat for fear of being struck by lightening.

My journey to full-fledged domestication

2009-06-13T16:31:00.000-07:00

I like to consider myself a somewhat domestic person. In the Westerberg family Saturday mornings were deemed cleaning days, in which we scrubbed down each bathroom to a state Mr. Clean would be proud of (I remember being appalled in college at many of my roommates who did not believe in the weekly bathroom cleansing). Keeping a clean house has never been an issue for me. Marriage has been fabulous for my cooking skills. I love to cook. My pie-loving husband has challenged my abilities in the pie area (I plan to take the blue ribbon at the county fair this year). Sewing, however, somehow slipped past me. With encouragement from my mother I enrolled in a sewing class for pre-beginners (who knew there was a classification prior to beginner). We still have 2 sessions left, but already I am enjoying my new found domestic activity. Below you will find a carefully crafted coaster I created last week.

Remodel complete

2009-06-03T19:50:00.000-07:00

Our bathroom remodel is completely finished. Despite some unforeseen problems (let's face it, there are some in every home improvement project), McKay came through once again. I thought those pesky plumbing problems might get him, but he prevailed. My two day toilet drought made me appreciate having a toilet once again. We have quite a small bathroom so good pictures are hard to come by, I did my best.

Previously, there were cupboard doors on the wall. When one opened them there was just a giant hole inside. I had been using it as a laundry shute. McKay crafted some lovely shelves, perfect for storing extra towels and toiletries.

Our new pride and joy, the cadet 3. That truly is it's name. I think everyone feels a little better when they know they are seated upon a cadet 3.

We replaced a floor and wall cupboard for one tall cabinet. It is much more functional and has plenty of storage for all McKay's bathtub toys.

Jewel's spotted this shower curtain and I think it adds a bit of brightness to our cute new bathroom.

New cabinets and two sinks!! It was a bit tricky to finagle, but if anyone is up for the challenge McKay is. We figured adding two sinks was a great selling feature. We love our new countertop, a huge upgrade over white. Also note our lovely new tile. I really heart the warmth our remodel has added to our bathroom. I think we are done remodeling for the moment, for both our sanity.

Pinehill...almost

2009-05-31T19:11:00.000-07:00

In our family it is a well known fact that to become an "official member" one must summit the daunting pine hill. Just a little background information for those of you who are scratching your heads and wearing a puzzled expression. My dad and uncle own some property in Idaho (we fondly refer to as the farm), which happens to border forest service land. On this land stands an impressive mountain deemed "pine hill". As per family tradition each memorial day weekend the family would climb to the top (and usually have a snowball fight with the snow still clinging to the backside). Once we became of marrying age it became a right of passage for the person marrying into our family to climb the hill within a year of marriage. Our first anniversary is fast approaching and McKay has yet to conquer the mountain. We had originally planned a hike to the top this weekend, but I came down with a nasty stomach flu (no Christina, I am not preggers). We have rescheduled and will post a plethora of pictures of the blessed event. As of now, Eric still does not recognize McKay as part of the family.

This is a picture of my uncle Terry at the summit. My dad pointed out he made it to the top even after having a heart attack--I wanted to point out the motorcycle, but I refrained.

Sanjaya...set the world on fire

2009-05-20T19:18:00.001-07:00

In lieu of our newest Americal Idol, I wanted to remind all you avid AI watchers of one of our favorite performers in the past years.

Sanjaya. It remains a major AI mystery how he initially made the cut, and then how he remained on the show (honestly...did anyone really vote for him?) The good news...Sanjaya will be starring in a reality show coming soon to your home TV.

Who couldn't love this face?

The famous mohawk, that was one memorable performance.

For more Sanjaya laughs check out his many videos on youtube

I heart not having a toilet

2009-05-14T08:27:00.000-07:00

Just when you think there is nothing left to change in your house.....another project pops up. Our latest home makeover is our bathroom. Though it was recently updated, neither of us like the set up or colors. Tonight my manly husband is tearing everything (except tub) out. I am thoroughly looking forward to having no toilet. I posted some "before" photos for your enjoyment. Look for "after" photos next week!!

Boredom + My husband

2009-05-05T21:14:00.000-07:00

I consider myself highly fortunate to have married a geography-genius, and now an official graduate. McKay finished up his final class last week. He opted not to walk and instead spent his day.....slightly bored. McKay is still adjusting to life as a graduate, but I foresee him making a speedy transition. What's next, you may ask? McKay will continue working hard at Petersons, aspiring to become the next snow cat expert. I also predict he will spend all free time doing sick bike tricks on the trails of green canyon, in hopes of going pro. Keep your fingers crossed.

Moment of seriousness (pay attention, this rarely happens): I am quite proud of McKay. He has worked very hard and has enjoyed his education. He is extremely smart and innovative. I am positive that we can expect the greatest things from him.

Swine flu claims another victim

2009-04-30T08:53:00.001-07:00

As previously announced, our dear friend and gnome, Don Carlos recently made a life change and took up life in Mexico. The past several months have been like a dream for D.C. He has taken up boogie boarding, bought his own cabana on the beach and mastered Spanish. Unfortunately, even Don Carlos was not immune to the fast-spreading swine flu. He was taken ill a week ago and left us yesterday. Don Carlos loved to travel, sun bathe on the beach and eat tamales. As spelled out in his will, Don Carlos will be buried at sea. May he rest in peace.

My husband is a plumber

2009-04-21T17:01:00.001-07:00

Ever since the purchase of my charming little home in 2006 I have discovered a few quirks. One of the most annoying is the tendency of the tub to back up with soap suds when a batch of laundry is in progress. Even more irritating was the occasional need for a bottle of draino to encourage the water to....drain. This morning after my shower I noted a failure to drain. After a few expert maneuvers with my trusty plunger and no luck I surrendered the task to my most trusted handy man.

Here he is, head lamp to boot.

After some expert "plumbering" (I realize I just created this word, but this was the best description I could concoct), Mak discovered the problem with the drain. This 100% occlusion would cause one major heart attack had it made it's home in a coronary artery.

As a nurse I see some pretty disgusting things. This tops them all. With the new system Mak has devised I am sure all our plumbing woes will be solved.

Back to school.....

2009-04-08T10:43:00.000-07:00

Whenever I run into an old friend they always ask, "what's new?" Since finding myself a husband and entering nuptial bliss, not much has been "new." Today, I officially have some news. I have been accepted into a Family Nurse Practitioner program. I love my job as a nurse. Since graduation I have desired to continue my education. With a lot of encouragement from my fabulous husband I applied to the graduate program in January. For the past several weeks I have been anxiously guarding the mail box. Monday I'd lost hope after discovering the program had nearly 500 applicants, with only 100 spots---bad odds. For a list of FAQs see below. I start in June and am preparing to give up all my hobbies, and locking up my Banana Republic card.

Marybeth's FNP school FAQ's

1. What is a Nurse Practitioner?

Currently, this is a masters degree (it will be changing to a doctorate in 2012). It is basically an advanced degree which allows me to practice more independently. Most NP's function in an MD's office, sees her own patients and can....you guessed it....write prescriptions. Many of you are more familiar with Physicians Assistants, it is very similar.

2. Why do you want to do this?

Great hours, good working environment (did I mention a co-worker once wore a pedometer and clocked 5 miles she walked during a 12-hour shift). No holidays or weekends. Another added bonus: NP's make double what RN's do.

3. Do you have to move?

NO. Due to the rural nature of Idaho, this is an extension program. My lectures are online and clinicals will be set up in Logan. I will visit campus 2-3 times per semester.

4. Will you write me prescriptions when you finish?

It depends. Graduate school is expensive and I am currently taking donations. Consider it an investment. :)

I think I'll move to Australia

2009-04-06T20:12:00.000-07:00

Today I had what Alexander would refer to as a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. I spent last night at my brothers house in SLC in preparation for my grad school interview at the U 0f U early this morning. I awoke early to a phone call wondering why I had not yet arrived at work. Due to a mix up, I had written my schedule down wrong and was supposed to be charging. As I struggled with the helplessness of being over an hour away from work, my brother handed me a slip of paper with insurance info. His neighbor had backed into my car (though my car is only 1 year old, Blanche has been hit 3 times already). To make matters worse when I put on my pants my button popped off--now that's a real confidence builder. On a brighter note my interview went very well--and I made it back to work. Blanche, however, has many days of recovery ahead.

Really the events of today are minute in comparison to so many I know who have unbearable trials daily. Still, I had to stop and think.....maybe things would be better in Australia.

It's Official.....

2009-04-02T18:11:00.001-07:00

Today I reluctantly traveled to the metropolis of Pocatello, Idaho. Upon my arrival to Oakwood Plaza, I marched into the social security office. Five minutes later I walked out as Marybeth Wilson. It was only 8 short months ago I entered the magical world of marital bliss. I must admit married life suits me well. It may be helpful I snagged the best roommate possible.

Afterthought: I apologize to those of you who suggested alternative last names such as: Westerwilson, Westerson, or that McKay become McKay Westerberg. After careful consideration, I chose the shortest, most simple name. Though I will be moving down in the alphabet (who saw that coming), I rest assured I will no longer have to spell my last name. It's been a great 26 years, Westerberg, but I leave you behind.

Mr. & Mrs. Wilson

Snorkeling...with a crappy underwater camera

2009-03-30T19:36:00.000-07:00

Remember the days when you dropped off your 35 mm film, checking the "doubles" box, then returned days later with anticipation at masterful moments potentially captured? I relived this nostalgia as I headed to Maceys today to pick up my CD. As so many times in the past, I was disappointed. Not sure if the poor quality of these pics is due to a really crummy underwater camera or the film technician who was charged with developing them. Unfortunately, none of the "fish" pics were visible. Unless your consider me to be a fish.

Don Carlos, our favorite traveling gnome. He has seen much of the world, and can even survive underwater life with no snorkeling gear (he should have had a segment on Planet Earth). He loved Mexico so much he decided to stay at Xel Ha, last seen in the men's bathroom with our bathing suits, we speculate he has made his permanent home in the lost and found.

TV spokesanimals

2009-03-23T17:58:00.000-07:00

For lack of anything better to post, a few tv musings.

Has anyone else noticed more and more companies are choosing "spokesanimals" to sell the products? Airwick currently has a chameleon, octopus, giraffe, elephant and a centipede (I actually believe in one commercial the centipede is wed to an elephant. Seems a slightly unlikely match, but as my mom always says, "there's a jack for every jill" or "a pot for every lid.") Though highly annoying,

I find the obnoxious glade lady a much more credible source than these animals/insects.

Don't even get me started on the Charmin bears. I recently saw a commercial where the baby bear is hiking a football to the parent bear and has little shreds of TP left behind on his bottom. Does anyone else find this disturbing?

So the vesicare "plumbing" people are not animals, but highly disturbing anyways. I would much rather see an famous aged person, such as Mary Tyler Moore (or maybe Blanche from the Golden Girls), discussing the embarrassment of an unruly bladder, and the new life recaptured after discovering Vesicare.

Undisputedly the only credible TV spokes-lizard, with a great accent to boot.

This one is for Christina.

a week in paradise

2009-03-16T08:25:00.000-07:00

We just returned from a week-long vaca to the Yucatan Peninsula. I though I'd post a few photos of our trip.

Here we are after snorkeling. Somehow we ended up the only english-speaking people on this snorkeling tour.

Our all-inclusive resort offered all kinds of delicious beverages. Here we are enjoying pina coladas (alcohol-free, of course).

A caribbean sunset.

Here we are at a cenote (the yucatan has a series of underground rivers. A cenote is basically a "sink hole" where the earth has fallen to reveal part of an underground river.) It is quite beautiful.

The most beautiful beach ever--this is on Cozumel.

Xel-Ha is an ecological park where the ocean meets an underground river. We snorkeled and floated down the river. It was very beautiful. Snorkeling pics to come.

Chichen Itza, one of the "Newest 7 wonders of the world." McKay was really in his element while looking at these amazing mayan ruins.

The House Guest

2009-03-01T09:54:00.000-08:00

This past week the matriarch's bff, Pippin, came and stayed with us as she was off galavanting with flea market rednecks in Alabama (refer to Christina's blog for further details). Pippin seemed to be right at home. He followed us around, whined for table scraps and slept. I even purchased him a gorilla toy that when squeezed makes monkey sounds (go figure). Pippin is back at home, and most likely more spoiled than before (if that is even possible). Our stent as parents was short, but we embraced it to the fullest.

The Big Surprise

2009-02-22T07:59:00.000-08:00

Yesterday, in the midst of a busy day saving lives, I stopped for a moment to call McKay. After exchanging a few complaints about work he admitted, "I have a surprise for you when you come home." I heart surprises. However, in this case I still had several grueling hours of work and did not have the desire to speculate on exactly what this surprise could be (I had an inkling he had installed my newly purchased spice rack on the cupboard door. It may seem a bit boring, but if you saw my spice cabinet you would understand the need for the racks). After some gentle coaxing he blurted out, "I bought a new truck." I could not hide my shock..it was similar to when McKay proposed and I blurted out (repeatedly) "Are you serious?"

After calming down, McKay explained after working on his truck all morning he assessed the repairs would be pricey and considered simply getting rid of the old beast (I honestly hated his truck, the driver's seat wouldn't even move far enough forward for me to reach. I knew the need for a new vehicle would be imminent). As luck would have it on the way home he happened upon a truck he loved--which happened to be a great deal (we all know cars are a necessary evil). The next thing I know, the beauty is parked in front of our house.

All of my other blogging friends post about their pregnancies or cute things their kids did. Here is the latest thing my husband did....and I guess I could even consider it a child.

Celeb look-alike

2009-02-09T11:41:00.000-08:00

Not all of us are lucky enough to look like a celebrity. I however, am fortunate enough to have four look-alikes. It all started my freshman year at USU. While competing on the track team my teammates fondly referred to me as "Tea" after a unanimous vote that I was Tea Leoni's twin. I am nearly positive there were many athletes who did not know my real name. My personal opinion: I look nothing like Tea.

Since my track days, I have managed to master three other celeb looks (without even trying, might I add). It is commonality during the average week for a patient or even stranger to tell me I look like a celeb.

The most recent comparison is me to the ER star, Sam. Granted we are both RNs (well, technically I would be the only licensed one). I can't say I wake up in the morning, look in the mirror and mistake myself for this actress.

Ashley Judd. Who wouldn't mind looking like her? I don't see a connection, but I don't mind when people say I look like Ashley.

Last, but certainly not least, ABBY. The long-time ER doc who is always on the verge of a mental breakdown. I can actually see a little of myself here. Although, I certainly hope I do not maintain the disdainful look plastered on her face during the show (of course when your life is in constant disarray, it is understandable one may look like a grump).

So, I once again ask for your help. Please help me identify my true celebrity identity. Next time someone compares me to one of these celebrities I can reply, "I've actually taken a recent poll and the vast majority agrees I actually look most like......"

Lest we not forget

2009-02-02T07:14:00.000-08:00

There are many televisions shows from my youth that have simply slipped my mind over the passing years. By some miracle, the memories have come rushing back to me. I'd like to share of a few "classics" that you too may have let slip into the depths of your mind.

Beauty and the Beast. This is the classic tail of a breathtaking beauty who falls in love with a monsterish-looking man. Vincent (who I like to call "Mion" Man/Lion) develops a love affair with Catherine (who happens to be a sagacious DA in NY city). Their love blossoms in an underground world where Vincent in protected from the world that could not look past his beastly appearance to the inner-beauty within.

Monica, Tess and Andrew were a trio of angels none of us can ever forget. These angels come to earth on assignment to save people in crisis (and of course to spread God's love). We always hated to see Andrew show up, as he served as the 'Angel of Death'. In the end Monica always revealed her true self by saying to the individual she'd help save, "I'm an angel." I still enjoy imitating her.

Ah, Jane Seymour in her breathtaking role as Dr. Quinn, medicine woman. This brave young doctor moves west to Colorado Springs, where she sets up her practice. While saving lives she manages to meet renegade Sully. Sully, raised by a tribe of Cheyenne, spends most of his time with these natives. In a truly lucky moment, we might catch a glimpse of Sully chopping wood--shirtless.

Creepy or not?

2009-02-01T08:06:00.000-08:00

Recently my husband and brother have become fans of a youtube creations called salad fingers. After watching a few episodes an argument as erupted in the Westerberg home. Are these bizarre videos simply funny creative blips or creepy as all get out? There seems to be an equal division among us. To settle all questions I am hoping you can help. Go to youtube and look up "salad fingers". Please watch one (or several, there are now 9 episodes) and post your thoughts. If you are easily disturbed you may not want to exclude yourself from this (just a warning).

Our more exotic honeymoon

2009-01-18T19:17:00.001-08:00

McKay and I both love to travel. For our honeymoon we originally planned to go somewhere exciting and adventurous. Instead, we opted for a quite couple of nights in McCall, Idaho in a charming cabin. We had a lot of fun and even enjoyed a firework show over the lake. We promised ourselves we would take a more "exotic" vacation in the winter/spring. This week we kept our promise to ourselves by booking a week at an all-inclusive resort in Mexico. Our resort is located in Playa Del Carmen (about 50 minutes from Cancun). I have been doing a lot of research as to what adventures we will have and have many good ideas. I was hoping maybe a few of my friends/loyal blog followers may have visited this area before and have a few ideas for us!! Whoever comes up with the best activity will be awarded an authentic Mexican sombrero upon our return.

Anyone for a little Canasta?

2009-01-12T20:30:00.000-08:00

McKay and I aren't big game-players. However, since being married we have discovered it is a necessary evil in the "couple world". Thankfully, our friends Jordan and Rachel have introduced us to two games that are beyond tolerable (even enjoyable). The first is killer bunnies, which is a completely random game of chance with a bunch of drunk-looking bunnies. Tonight, we learned the fine art of canasta-playing. I mainly liked it because it has a certain maturity associated with it (mainly I feel I need a floral cardigan and dentures to play it). It is a fabulous game. Sunday I may just take my dad up on that pinochle game he has been offering for years. All I need now is a bowling ball and a bowling league and I'll be set for retirement.

Resolutions

2009-01-06T20:05:00.000-08:00

I don't normally make new years resolutions. But due to inspiration from my good friend Kylie, I have decided to participate in this yearly tradition. These are not the average goals, mind you. The items I have chosen to work on are things I've been dreaming of accomplishing, but just haven't placed them high enough on the priority list.

Goals #1: Learn to yodel (my desire to yodel springs from the one-and-only Marcia--queen of Riverdale Resort. That lady could yodel like nobodies business).

Goal #2: Have my story read over the air on the Delilah show (this heart-warming story will most likely be made up, or I may steal it from a Jack Wayland book--changing a few details of course).

Goal #3: Take McKay fluming. He insists this activity seems completely lame, I must convince him otherwise.

Goal #4: Increase the yard gnome colony to at least 10 (I plan to do this by enticing them with cracker barrel sharp cheddar cheese, that stuff is irresistable).

Goal #5: Enter my pie in the county fair.

Good luck with all your N.Y. Rez.

I added this picture for interest, and to demonstrate just how mad my bowling skills are.

Christmas musings

2009-01-01T17:14:00.001-08:00

I have always prided myself on my ability to give unique, yet appreciated gifts. Being our first Christmas as married folk I put a lot of thought into my gifts.

In case you haven't noticed we are big fans of the wiener dog. When I found this shirt I knew McKay must have it. The shirt is even more impressive on him.

This unique gift was courtesy of my sister-in-law Becky. Who doesn't need a hula girl, or two?!

It is now 2009, therefore a calendar is a must. I know, I know...so predictable.

Several months ago while perusing Kitchen Kneads I found some random cookie cutters: a wiener dog, the state of Idaho and a unicorn (mak is obsessed with Charlie the Unicorn--if you haven't had the pleasure of viewing it is available on you tube). I figured we could laugh a little over the cutters and I could put them out the next time I made sugar cookies, boy was I wrong. Several weeks ago McKay and I were reminiscing about some of our fav past time snacks. Jello jigglers came up. McKay has made them twice since, and with his own cookie cutters we can eat them in style.

We received this friendly farm creature, named levi, as a white elephant gift. He tends to move around the house quite frequently. Most recently he was sited in the shower.

Clearly McKay never had a stocking as a child, as this is how he decided to use it after I gave it to him. He says he is still awaiting it's match.

Among the other creative gifts were: Pig cufflinks for Mak, some acupuncture bracelets (they help with nausea--I can't even make it to Bear Lake without becoming car sick), and a new yard gnome showed up under the tree on Christmas morning. All in all it was a pretty fabulous Christmas.

To weenie or not to weenie

2008-12-31T22:27:00.000-08:00

As I have mentioned on previous posts I heart wiener (or is it weener?) dogs. Since the blissful day of wed my husband has also become a major supporter of this curious breed. On occasion we chance upon a wiener dog on his daily stroll with owner. Wiener dog sightings bring about the inevitable conversation about obtaining a dog of our own. Just the thought of starting our little family with Evan (we often discuss different names) brings a sparkle to McKay's eye. The issue must be settled once and for all. In order to put this case to rest (and for lack of anything more interesting to post) I ask your help. Please reply to this post and include your thoughts on us getting a wiener dog. Please include any specific examples of personal experiences with wiener dogs. If you feel inclined please feel free to suggest an alternative breed.

Ode to a Hero

2008-12-12T16:46:00.000-08:00

Throughout my life I have developed a great admiration for the cow. Once when asked what I thought the greatest discovery was I answered "The Cow." Take a minute to think of all of the great things that result form the cow. Milk, Chocolate Milk, Cheese, EggNog, Ice Cream, Cheese, Yogurt, Steak, Hamburgers, Cheese. The list goes on. Please post what your favorite cow product is.

So Happy.

My Favorite. Look Closely.

A Tribute to the Greatest Place on Earth

2008-12-08T18:47:00.000-08:00

One of the many temples.

My apartment building (in the distance, not the boat).

Bridge over the river Kwai. Lucky for me I got to watch the movie on the bus ride back to Bangkok.

Me jumping off the bridge. I may never be the same after being in that water.

Our wildlife reserve

2008-11-26T15:47:00.000-08:00

McKay and I recently discovered these two ducks who have taken up residence in a puddle across the street. Today, while I was putting up the Christmas garland on the porch, the duo waddled down the sidewalk and came for a visit. Since McKay and I have no children, we are considering adopting them and naming them Steven and Stephen. Or if they are of the female persuasion: Phyllis and Fillus. We think they'd really enjoy their new home in the hot tub, it's a real upgrade from the puddle.

Another Floridian Vacation

2008-11-26T15:29:00.003-08:00

Here are some pictures from our most recent escapade to Florida.

I really do HEART manatees. We stopped near Tampa to view these majestic creatures in action. When the water temperature drops in Tampa Bay they migrate to this energy plant, where the water is warmer. I didn't capture any photos, but a picture would not do justice to these whimsical creatures.

Little did we know that the "midsize sedan" we rented would turn out to be a PT CRUISER. What a car. Though lacking in power and style it got us to and from destination time and again, not to mention great gas mileage.

We stayed near Sarasota (on the gulf side) on Siesta Key. The beach, though infested with evil sea urchins, has pristine white sand and is very beautiful.

Here we are at Turtles, a great little seafood joint right on the water. Please note all the senior citizens in our midst. We all felt a little out of place, but we overheard some great conversations about knee replacements and assisted living centers.

Amy has a certain affinity for dirty feet.

Sea Urchins Attack

2008-11-17T17:34:00.001-08:00

These sea urchins seem innocent enough, perched on their rock deep in the sea. Do not be fooled. Thursday I arrived in Florida to soak up some, do some serious boogie boarding and visit my sister Amy. Amy booked us a charming condo on Siesta Key (near Sarasota) for the weekend. Saturday morning I awakened early and ventured out with my boogie board. After only a few steps in the cool ocean water I yelped in shock and pain as my foot met a certain unpleasantry. I voyaged on, determined that I be reunited with the waves. Again, another stabbing pain. At this point I lifted up my foot to examine. I discovered a dark, needle-like object in my toe and blood. I hastily retreated to the sandy beaches (where I happened upon a half a dozen sea urchins that had washed up). The sea urchins may have defeated me this time, but I will return--with steel toed shoes of course!!

Cedric Diggory has been ruined

2008-11-12T07:12:00.000-08:00

I am a Harry Potter fan. Though the books are far superior (aren't they always?) I also enjoy the movies. There was a period in my life when Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire was my "go-to" movie. That movie makes me happy. How could it not? I heart merpeople and the return of serpent-like Voldemort is pretty intense. But then there is Cedric Diggory, who I think is pretty easy on the eyes, not to mention a stellar wizard. The outcome of the movie is not a positive one in the case of Cedric, but I enjoy watching it none-the-less. In recent times those darn Stephanie Meyer books have become the obsession of nearly everyone I know. I have personally never read these books, due to the fact it did not earn my book worm mother's stamp of approval (she felt the writing was poor and values portrayed were inappropriate). I was only mildly annoyed with vampire-craze and fascination with this "Edward". However, with the upcoming release of the movie things have gotten quite out of hand. Cedric, now this esteemed Edward, has become the center of rather unhealthy, neurotic obsession. I recently read a few blogs where the authors actually said "I am in love with Edward." I am looking forward to the day when the movie release has passed, and I will not be plagued with constant conversations about these books.

I apologize for those who have the "Twilight" countdown on your blog, I mean no offense. We are all entitled to like the things we do. I guess I have a little of Christina in me after all.

For Julie

2008-11-06T20:53:00.001-08:00

miasma:

1. noxious exhalations from putrescent organic matter; poisonous effluvia or germs polluting the atmosphere.

2. a dangerous, foreboding, or deathlike influence or atmosphere.

I think I may have encountered this in a patients room once.

WORD OF THE DAY

2008-11-06T05:25:00.000-08:00

I have recently been expanding my vocab and have adopted several fabulous new words. Thought I'd share one with you. Try and sneak it in to your daily lingo.

Gourmand: A person who enjoys good eating

ok..one more

Maladroit: Without skill, awkward, tactless

A CSI mystery

2008-10-30T13:49:00.001-07:00

Before school was back in session, we spent many a evening captivated by Grissom's clever antics, Greg's highly fashionable hair style (inspired by my husband) and the whole CSI gang. (Thanks to DVR we have an entire slew of episodes). Though we salivate at the chance to solve another crime, we have one particular hang up with this flick. Whenever a crime scene is processed the lights are always off. Through dozens of episodes the age-old question returns: why not just turn on the light? We have come up with a few theories as to why only the use of flashlights is the popular light source. We hope some of you may have some insight on this CSI mystery.

PUMPKINS

2008-10-27T19:43:00.000-07:00

For our Family Home Evening activity we carved pumpkins. We captured our creations on camera.

I built this cake just for McKay. It is a pumpkin cake with a cream cheese filling and a chocolate genache frosting. It was most delicious.

My husband is so hard core

2008-10-24T18:40:00.001-07:00

McKay catching some major air time after coasting over the Mt. Everest of jumps. This is only one of many sweet moves expertly performed by McKay during a recent escapade in Green Canyon. ***Intense movie of all extreme bike riding footage will soon be available for viewing. Only the elect will be invited to premier this sick film.

TAGGED

2008-10-20T19:24:00.001-07:00

I was tagged several days ago to post six "quirky" things about myself. For those of you who know me well, it is apparent this task is impossible, as it would take a small novel to list all the unusual things about me. Therefore, I decided to post this picture. I feel it captures all that is me in a way words cannot do justice.

M Squared

my modern family

jumping for joy

special

i have great taste

mother-daughter bonding

the sun will come out....

disturbed

the sleep talk chronicles

i sleep talk

ptown

i make pies....

the life of a renegade dog

Before Mckay and me.......

forwarding address

birthday boy

Fine, After Cloudy

i'm a hoodlum

shrimp tastes good

cave-tubing & snorkeling among sharks

un-belize-able

life is great

come what may

still surviving

changes

hi...I'm marybeth and I've been tan-free for one year

goodbye childhood

happenings

an epidemic

i'm unique, it's true

Bleed Red

arachnophobia

musical maturation

no no joan

PIE please!

while you were out

What Summer?

OLD FOLKS

{Standing Ovation......}

Oh Preston...how I love thee

{Snappy glasses}

MFEO

{When I was a kid....}

*Facebook-My BFF*

{Miss America....}

{Unexpected}

{When I was a kid....}

{Commandments of the Gym}

{The Chick-Flick Syndrome}

{I owe my great biceps to my books}

*SISTERS*

*it's a Utah thing...you wouldn't understand*

{the goings-on}

{Academia: a black hole}

*A little help please*

Two weeks down...another bazillion to go

Dating--Just when I thought I was done

Florida & Dragon Baby

Our broken lives

Bloomington Lake...again

Men and long hair-the eternal debate

An ode

"Blogging Hiatus" as Christina would say

An Ode to 25 years

The Summit

My journey to full-fledged domestication

Remodel complete

Pinehill...almost

Sanjaya...set the world on fire

I heart not having a toilet

Boredom + My husband

Swine flu claims another victim

My husband is a plumber

Back to school.....

I think I'll move to Australia

It's Official.....

Snorkeling...with a crappy underwater camera

TV spokesanimals

a week in paradise

The House Guest

Facebook-My BFF

SISTERS

it's a Utah thing...you wouldn't understand

A little help please