Cool! I did it! OK, actually Jere did it, but here are the rest of the photos from the month of May. Enjoy!
May 2007
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Saturday, June 16, 2007
Personal DNA
I stumbled across this website that lets you take a personality test and then gives you a Personal DNA profile. Takes about 30 min. to complete but it's free and interesting. My results were that I was a "Benevolent Director" and it kind of surprised me that I was more masculine than feminine. . . ?? Maybe all those years as a tomboy came shining through. Anyway, click on the link below and give it a try!
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
I Love to Sleep!
I have always been a deep sleeper. Once I'm out, it's pretty difficult to wake me up. I've been known to sleep through entire nights of thunder and lightning and wake up fully refreshed. I think I'm just genetically that way. I've been told I was a month overdue coming into this world. Why be in a rush to leave a nice cozy cocoon and pop out into the bright lights of this crazy world? My dad even described me as a baby with "a very sleepy temperament." Even in my first photo at the hospital you will see that I can barely open my eyes for my close-up. That's why I have small eyes. I didn't practice opening them much as a baby.
High school was hard for me because it started even earlier than elementary and middle school. Since I lived the farthest away from the bus stop, it was my job to stop at each of my three friends' homes on my way down the hill. They would always greet me with a smile and an abnormally perky "Good morning, Sunshine!" Sunshine was my nickname because they knew I hated early mornings so much. Very funny. There's nothing worse than peppy, happy people first thing in the morning. Go back to bed and come back when you're sufficiently grumpy.
Getting up early seems to be an unspoken competition between people. When anyone asks what time I get up in the morning, I always reply with a time that is one to two hours earlier than the actual time I get up because there seems to be horrible shame in admitting that you don't get up at 4:00am. Even if I did say that I got up at 4:00am, the other person inevitably says something like, "Oh. You don't roll out of bed until 4:00am? We'll I'm up and ready to go at THREE!" I haven't met another person on this planet that gets up one minute later than I do, even when I'm lying. I have observed that one is held in higher regard if one is an early riser. If you are a later riser (even if you get up at 7:30am), you are lazy. That's just how it is, so get used to it. If I mention that I sleep a little later because I don't get to bed until one or two in the morning, it either falls on deaf ears (the other party is already disgusted with my grotesquely late wake-up time), or they can't fathom going to bed that late. Another note to self: people who go to bed that late are just plain irresponsible.
Recently, my father-in-law said that "the older you get, the less sleep you need." The reverse of that seems to be true for me. So I'm thinking that by the time I'm eighty, I'll need about 20 hours of sleep a night. For me, early risers are a true phenomenon. I don't understand how they do it. Just like marathon runners. How do they do it? It shouldn't be physically possible. So if you are an early riser and you can run 26 point something miles all in one go, you are a freak of nature.
Early to bed and early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise. I know many people who do just that and are usually missing at least one of the healthies, wealthies or wises (usually the wealthies and surprisingly often, the wises, too.) I think most people probably forget about the "early to bed" part in that case. For me, I'm happy to say that my name is Becky and I'm a sleep-aholic.
High school was hard for me because it started even earlier than elementary and middle school. Since I lived the farthest away from the bus stop, it was my job to stop at each of my three friends' homes on my way down the hill. They would always greet me with a smile and an abnormally perky "Good morning, Sunshine!" Sunshine was my nickname because they knew I hated early mornings so much. Very funny. There's nothing worse than peppy, happy people first thing in the morning. Go back to bed and come back when you're sufficiently grumpy.
Getting up early seems to be an unspoken competition between people. When anyone asks what time I get up in the morning, I always reply with a time that is one to two hours earlier than the actual time I get up because there seems to be horrible shame in admitting that you don't get up at 4:00am. Even if I did say that I got up at 4:00am, the other person inevitably says something like, "Oh. You don't roll out of bed until 4:00am? We'll I'm up and ready to go at THREE!" I haven't met another person on this planet that gets up one minute later than I do, even when I'm lying. I have observed that one is held in higher regard if one is an early riser. If you are a later riser (even if you get up at 7:30am), you are lazy. That's just how it is, so get used to it. If I mention that I sleep a little later because I don't get to bed until one or two in the morning, it either falls on deaf ears (the other party is already disgusted with my grotesquely late wake-up time), or they can't fathom going to bed that late. Another note to self: people who go to bed that late are just plain irresponsible.
Recently, my father-in-law said that "the older you get, the less sleep you need." The reverse of that seems to be true for me. So I'm thinking that by the time I'm eighty, I'll need about 20 hours of sleep a night. For me, early risers are a true phenomenon. I don't understand how they do it. Just like marathon runners. How do they do it? It shouldn't be physically possible. So if you are an early riser and you can run 26 point something miles all in one go, you are a freak of nature.
Early to bed and early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise. I know many people who do just that and are usually missing at least one of the healthies, wealthies or wises (usually the wealthies and surprisingly often, the wises, too.) I think most people probably forget about the "early to bed" part in that case. For me, I'm happy to say that my name is Becky and I'm a sleep-aholic.
Sunday, June 3, 2007
The Month of May
Phew! I know I haven't posted in a really long time, but as you will see, I've been busy having fun. We had family visiting, Nick's birthday, a trip to Arizona, a high school graduation, a court of honor, Nick's baptism, more family visiting (and being visited), a trip to Lake Powell, a trip to the Grand Canyon, and a long journey home again. I had originally picked out 72 pictures for this entry, but Jere told me that was way too many, and to my chagrin, I was forced to whittle it down to a mere five. Once I figure out how to do a link to the other really cool photos, I'll add that, too. Here we go . . .
Aunt Bessie, visiting from Australia, and my sister Natalie, visiting from Pennsylvania. This was the first weekend in May. Got way too much shopping done as Bessie will testify to when she tries to get all her stuff home!
Nicholas turned eight! We had a little celebration for him in Michigan and then left the next day for Arizona where Grandma Freeman made him a really cool cake. He looks so dapper in the birthday hat! He still refuses to tell me what he wished for before blowing out his candles. You'd think little kids would spill the beans a bit more easily! Oh, well. This won't stop me from unwrapping and rewrapping presents under the Christmas tree--preparing the correct response is essential, you know.
Turning eight is usually followed by a baptism (at least amongst us Mormons). Grandpa Parker conducted the meeting, Uncle Matt gave the opening prayer, Grandma Parker and Grandma Freeman gave really nice, spirit-filled talks (or tear-jerkers as I like to call them) on baptism and the Holy Ghost, then a few comments from the first counselor and Grandpa Parker, and then a closing prayer by Grandpa Freeman. Auntie Melissa did a beautiful job of accompanying all the songs and Auntie Tianna did a stellar job of leading the music. It was a great day to be surrounded by so many family members! (I love Jere's short pants. They were even shorter in real life . . . hee! hee!)
Then we were off to Lake Powell for some serious attempts to look as brown as the locals. This included a day of jet-skiing and a day of boating. There was also a really nice pool that we usually had all to ourselves. The unfortunate part was me having to wear a bathing suit . . . maybe that's why the pool was so empty!
We had a blast with Natalie, Aaron, Braden, Sarah, Brandon, Tyler, Bessie (when she wasn't capsizing the jet-skis), Anne & Dennis.
The last day of our trip was an excursion to the North Rim of the Grand Canyon. I don't know how we survived the heart-attack-inducing driving that Jere so kindly provided, but Bessie, Anne and I found good use for all those nifty bar-handles that Honda installs in their Odysseys. The North Rim is just fantastic! However, it's amazing how many times death crosses your mind on those skinny little trails. Just one wrong step and say hello to the bottom of the canyon, which is about a million miles down. A highly recommended adrenaline rush!
What a great month! It was so incredibly wonderful to have family around and the kids really enjoyed all the cousins. It was hard to come back to Michigan, but it has quenched a little bit of our thirst to be near those who are related to us.
Well, today is my thirteenth (yes, I said thirteenth) wedding anniversary, so I really must go. Wow! I must be getting old . . . I have an eight-year-old and I've been married for 13 years. The next thing you know I'll be posting a blog about Ashlee leaving for college.
Aunt Bessie, visiting from Australia, and my sister Natalie, visiting from Pennsylvania. This was the first weekend in May. Got way too much shopping done as Bessie will testify to when she tries to get all her stuff home!
Nicholas turned eight! We had a little celebration for him in Michigan and then left the next day for Arizona where Grandma Freeman made him a really cool cake. He looks so dapper in the birthday hat! He still refuses to tell me what he wished for before blowing out his candles. You'd think little kids would spill the beans a bit more easily! Oh, well. This won't stop me from unwrapping and rewrapping presents under the Christmas tree--preparing the correct response is essential, you know.
Turning eight is usually followed by a baptism (at least amongst us Mormons). Grandpa Parker conducted the meeting, Uncle Matt gave the opening prayer, Grandma Parker and Grandma Freeman gave really nice, spirit-filled talks (or tear-jerkers as I like to call them) on baptism and the Holy Ghost, then a few comments from the first counselor and Grandpa Parker, and then a closing prayer by Grandpa Freeman. Auntie Melissa did a beautiful job of accompanying all the songs and Auntie Tianna did a stellar job of leading the music. It was a great day to be surrounded by so many family members! (I love Jere's short pants. They were even shorter in real life . . . hee! hee!)
Then we were off to Lake Powell for some serious attempts to look as brown as the locals. This included a day of jet-skiing and a day of boating. There was also a really nice pool that we usually had all to ourselves. The unfortunate part was me having to wear a bathing suit . . . maybe that's why the pool was so empty!
We had a blast with Natalie, Aaron, Braden, Sarah, Brandon, Tyler, Bessie (when she wasn't capsizing the jet-skis), Anne & Dennis.
The last day of our trip was an excursion to the North Rim of the Grand Canyon. I don't know how we survived the heart-attack-inducing driving that Jere so kindly provided, but Bessie, Anne and I found good use for all those nifty bar-handles that Honda installs in their Odysseys. The North Rim is just fantastic! However, it's amazing how many times death crosses your mind on those skinny little trails. Just one wrong step and say hello to the bottom of the canyon, which is about a million miles down. A highly recommended adrenaline rush!
What a great month! It was so incredibly wonderful to have family around and the kids really enjoyed all the cousins. It was hard to come back to Michigan, but it has quenched a little bit of our thirst to be near those who are related to us.
Well, today is my thirteenth (yes, I said thirteenth) wedding anniversary, so I really must go. Wow! I must be getting old . . . I have an eight-year-old and I've been married for 13 years. The next thing you know I'll be posting a blog about Ashlee leaving for college.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
