Flashback to the early 1980s, family trip to Nowhere, U.S.A. We pull off the road onto a little, if ever used, dirt road and park ourselves under a tree. Mom hauls out the cooler full of wonder bread, peanut butter and honey, a bag of potato chips and Kool-Aide and we have ourselves a picnic. As a kid, for some reason, these pull-over picnics always made me uncomfortable. Why couldn't we just find a picnic table or better yet, a McDonald's? I would think to myself, "Let's just keep on driving to spare ourselves the humiliation of looking like such curmudgeons on the side of the road." I swore when it was my choice I would never subject myself to another lame pull-over picnic.
Sunday, July 29, 2007
Pull-over Picnics and Idaho
Flashback to the early 1980s, family trip to Nowhere, U.S.A. We pull off the road onto a little, if ever used, dirt road and park ourselves under a tree. Mom hauls out the cooler full of wonder bread, peanut butter and honey, a bag of potato chips and Kool-Aide and we have ourselves a picnic. As a kid, for some reason, these pull-over picnics always made me uncomfortable. Why couldn't we just find a picnic table or better yet, a McDonald's? I would think to myself, "Let's just keep on driving to spare ourselves the humiliation of looking like such curmudgeons on the side of the road." I swore when it was my choice I would never subject myself to another lame pull-over picnic.
A do Run Run Run a do Run Run
On July 24th, Pioneer Day, Mr. G, Kati and I decided to run the Deseret News 10k.

Here I come and away I go. So glad to see the finish line up ahead, its all I can do to smile for the camera and just keep on running. I've decided 6.2 miles in one day is a long way to run. Good luck marathoners, I think I'll stick to 5 and 10ks.
Mr. G was not initially going to run the 10k this year, but I think his boss called him a wussy or something,because at the last minute, though not officially registered, he decided to run with me. And that he did. In any given race, Mr. G is several minutes in front of me (not because I'm slow! Because he's a foot taller than I am and all legs!), but this time he ran with me the entire race. True love.
Here I come and away I go. So glad to see the finish line up ahead, its all I can do to smile for the camera and just keep on running. I've decided 6.2 miles in one day is a long way to run. Good luck marathoners, I think I'll stick to 5 and 10ks.
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
Over the River and Through the Woods...
Or as my song goes, "Over ol' Rusty and pile of wood, to Grandma's house we go!" Sunday dinner on the patio is always a bucket of fun at Grandma Nee and Grandpa Walrus' house. Clara, Noelle and Eli had fun climbing around Grandma's rock garden, looking for weird bugs, scaling the rocks or throwing berries in the pond..."Clara, you better stop that before I come over there and whop your butt!"

Clara was so excited to find the shell of a dragonfly larva in Grandma's pond. It was actually pretty gross, and apparently there were plenty to scrape out of the moss, but Clara couldn't be more proud of her find. She carried the once-occupied larva shell around for the better part of the evening, showing it to the unexpecting-Auntie or cousin. Eli played along.
And what fun is playing in a pile of scrap wood without Grandpa's supply of old UDOT helmets and mugs. Carson really gets the feel for government work with his 20 gallon barrell of Diet Coke in one hand and Mountain Dew in the other. Eli and Clara are the foremen over the wood pile project, ensuring they take out any pieces Carson has neatly put in the wheel barrow and throwing it back on the pile. Sometimes they might try to knock Carson over the head with a 2X4, but luckily they were wearing protective head gear, so no injuries were reported.
Something tells me its all happening at the Zoo
Sunday, July 15, 2007
Weekend at The Lake
We had Dad, Kathy, Ben, Amy and Koree, me, Rachel and Noelle, Kati and her boyfriend Ben, Emily and Riley and his friend Ethan.
While in Bear Lake, we all went to the Pickleville Playhouse to see Pickleville's version of Pirates of the Caribbean.
Better be careful, if you're the first to find the treasure you will be cursed with the heebee-geebees for the rest of your life!
What would time spent at the cabin be without a "it-will-only-be-a-one-hour-game" of Settlers of Catan? Three hours later...
Saturday we spent the day at the beach with David and BoDawn and their kids, Megan and her boyfriend Mike, Stephanie, Nathan and Matthew. Everybody was pretty sunburned by the end of the day, except for me, who slathered on the sunblock and looked like a ghost next to all the lobsters. Overall it was a fun day for everyone -
Ben and Koree building sandcastles,
Emily sunbathing in the lake
What happens at Bear Lake, stays at Bear Lake, NOT:
- They're downstairs making mouth babies
- Is she wearing two pairs of glasses?
- Kati's an original Cindy Crawford, I mean, Betty Crocker
- Anybody want anything for wood?
- You drive way faster than my Dad!
- Riley, there's a spider on your head!
- LaBeau's Too - burn their own almonds and get their bananas right from the monkeys
Keepin' Cool on the 4th of July
Tuesday, July 3, 2007
Final Thoughts on Euro Traveling...
- Jet lag kills
- It is really hard to find Mountain Dew in Budapest
- A taxi driver in Budapest had a sign in his taxi saying "New York City Taxi Cab."
- Don't play too long in the market or the natives will cast their spells
- Always pack your favorite shoes, regardless of style or fashion. Stacy and Clinton, this is the one time comfort matters!
- If you are a white girl going to the beach, get a mist-on tan! Anyone looks good in a bikini with a tan.
- Don't forget the bikini wax
- Go commando when its 100+ degrees and 300% humidity. Nothing worse than sticky unders!
- Yes, Eastern Europe is riddled with apartment block housing of "stupefying ugliness." Deal with it.
- At what age do the Europeans put a bathing suit on their children? 10? 12? Oh, wait, never. There's plenty of topless to go around!
Amsterdam, Netherlands
Monday, July 2, 2007
Varna, Bulgaria
Our next adventure was to Varna, Bulgaria to bask in the golden sands of the Black Sea. We had been to Zlatni Pyasatsi (Golden Sands) when we were in Bulgaria a couple of years ago, however we only spent one day at the Sea and I really wanted to return when we could stay longer and when the weather was warmer. Be careful what you wish for. We stayed for four days and it was HOT, maybe not as hot as Croatia, but steamy enough!
Check out this rental car we got from Avis. This is what you get in Bulgaria if you are a Preferred Gold member. Quality. Nothing fancy about his car. Doesn't even have power locks or hub caps and had only been smoked in about 100 thousand times.
We spent a good portion of our time in Golden Sands laying under cabanas on the beach beside the Black Sea. It was so hot, we would take a swim in the sea, then run across the hot sand to our lounge chairs and lay in the sun to dry out. We pretty much did this all day for two full days. It was true vacation AND we didn't get any sunburns! Wow, who's that white boy swimming out there?
Mr. G made a new special friend on the beach, Pluto the Bulgarian. How that guy didn't die of heat stroke in that furry costume is beyond me. He claimed the suit was air conditioned.
We did take a break from the beach and went in to the town of Varna where we strolled around the market looking for great deals on junk. I really wanted to get some Bulgarian dishes, which they say are all handmade. Each plate is unique with interesting painted designs. I'm excited to get these works of art hung on my kitchen wall.
While in Bulgaria, all Mr. G wanted to eat was banitsa, a Bulgarian breakfast pastry made of filo and cheese (like feta). It was impossible to find in Golden Sands, but once we got to Varna, this hound sniffed out the closest bakery and bought himself the delightful snack. I prefer the roll filled with marmalade myself.
Another treat Mr. G was after was a type of sausage or hot dog. I call it the Sketchy Dog because the meat is kind of mysterious and looks like it can do nothing but stop your heartbeat, or at least send you straight to the bathroom.
While in Bulgaria, we made a short trip up the Black Sea coast to a town called Balchik, where we stopped by the Summer Palace Queen Marie & Botanical Gardens.
Here's Queen Marie's 'small and romantic' palace. Interesting place, with a great view of the sea and the lush gardens.
Pimp My Lada
The Lada. Russian car made during communism. Generally you see Sascho and the fellas stacked in these things with a crate of tomatoes on top. This particular Lada is 18 years old and one of the finer Lada's I've seen. Usually they are rust buckets and wobbly wheels. I want to get one and bring it to America and pimp it out. I'll trade in the Acura for a Lada any day.

Mr. G was making friends everywhere he turned. Sascho here owned the booth next to the dish lady. He said, "Bulgaria is a great country, just nobody has any money." He also noted that all he needs to be happy is "a two bedroom apartment, a salad, a little brandy and a t.v." He was quite comical. He had all the ladies laughing around us.
The Lada. Russian car made during communism. Generally you see Sascho and the fellas stacked in these things with a crate of tomatoes on top. This particular Lada is 18 years old and one of the finer Lada's I've seen. Usually they are rust buckets and wobbly wheels. I want to get one and bring it to America and pimp it out. I'll trade in the Acura for a Lada any day.
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