My co-worker Kay helped hook me up with tickets to today's Utah vs Michigan football game. Rosie and I are about to get ready to drive into Ann Arbor. Any guesses for what color we'll be wearing?
(Rosie is scared to wear red because someone told her she'd get a beer can thrown at her head)
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Christian had recently completed his private pilot rating. Hearing about this crash took me back to 2005 when Taylor had just completed his PPL. He was so new at flying, and although his instructors frequently commented at his natural skill at flying, a part of me would panic everytime he drove to Salt Lake Municipal Airport #2. My ears would perk up when weather reports were sketchy, or an airplane mechanic failure or crash was mentioned on the news. Even though he's flying passenger jets now, I know there is always a risk when flying (although Taylor will always pop out the statistic that you're more likely to die in a car crash on the way to the airport than you are to be in a plane crash.)
My heart goes out to the families that have been affected by this accident. To hear their story, and see how you can help, www.nierecovery.com
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
"I'm from Detroit - I don't find anything charming"
Hannah's anatomy teacher
Posted by Nicole at 6:59 PM
A few weeks ago I was reconnected to a bunch of my Balmoral friends' blogs through Lia. Today I was thinking a lot about the three and a half years I lived on Archmore Court. My ex-husband Steve and I excitedly bought our first home, naively hoping that a new home may smooth over our marital problems. It was only a few blocks from work, was in our meager price range, had so much more space than the bungalow we were renting in Sugarhouse. Our ward was comprised of the townhomes, and a few streets of houses. Most people were young families, with young children, in school, or just starting their first careers. It was nice to be in a ward that had so many people in the same situation as me.
Unfortunately, not all was well in Balmoral. My nearly 5-year marriage quickly landslided into catastrophe, and I was filing for divorce (for many reasons that do not need to be mentioned in a public blog). I became a single mom, and felt so out of place. In between working two jobs, and begging for my $45 (!$%&@!) of monthly court-ordered child support, I was flat broke and took in a few roommates to be able to avoid foreclosure. I was trying to keep things together emotionally, and was grateful for the ladies who listened to my woes and offered support. Taylor came along and won my heart more quickly than I expected, and we were married less than a year after my divorce. If felt good to be a "normal" person in Balmoral again. We lived in Balmoral for 18 months before moving to California.
Taylor had ended an engagement to a girl shortly before meeting me. The relationship did not end amicably. All post-break-up communication was on her terms. For instance, she sent out an email to say she was marrying someone else, and when he responded to congratulate her, she flipped and told him to never contact her again. A few months ago, he got a Facebook friend invite from her. He cautiously accepted it, and we looked through her pictures. Imagine our surprise when I saw a picture of her in front of her Balmoral townhome, with a bunch of common friends. How awkward would it have been if we'd still lived in Balmoral?
This blog ended up being a lot more jumbled than I intended, but in closing, I'd like to thank all you Balmoral ladies for the love and support and friendship from 2003-2006. Keep up the blogging so I can know what's going on with your families, and maybe I'll be able to make it to one of your upcoming reunions.
Sunday, August 24, 2008
- We decided to have Rosie's baptism in Utah. I had been convinced about California, then realized that a 2-day car rental at LAX would be $108 with tax. I can borrow my dad's car in SLC, and my aunt offered her home for a potluck afterwards. Taylor will have to fly in the morning of, so it will be late afternoon. If you're in SLC and want to come, let me know.
-I'm without my husband again on a Sunday. It's been 3 months since we've gone to our ward together. Thank goodness he has Sundays off for September. He actually has a good schedule for September, 15 days off.
-I cut off another 4 inches of hair yesterday, totaling 7 total inches chopped this month. The first cut wasn't quite drastic enough. Unfortunately, I haven't ever had medium-length hair in a humid climate, and my natural curl is overpowering my flat-ironed effort.
-I've been craving all sorts of things I can't get in Michigan: Honolulu Harry's sweet potato stack, La Tolteca's cheesy beans, El Pollo Loco, fountain horchata, Cafe Rio pork barbacoa, Leatherby's, In-n-Out animal fries, Federico's marzipan, Arctic Circle Pop Rocks Sundae, The Pie pizza, etc...
-I went to the Plymouth library yesterday. It's one of the neatest community libraries I've been to. Downtown Plymouth is a fun place- it reminds me of Star's Hollow.
-My sister Mary is leaving for BYU-Idaho in 10 days. Thinking about her has made me a little nostalgic for my year in Rexburg. I really liked my time there, but it's hard to think of anything past December without thinking of my courtship with my ex-husband. I only had one set of roommates when I was at Ricks, one of them was Stacey. In July I spent a weekend with Stacey and her family in Kentucky. It was fun to reminisce of our time together, the way we've changed since, and swap mommy stories. Her daughter is so much like Rosie, I'm planning on another trip so they can bond over Hannah Montana, HSM, Webkinz, and all the other stuff they love.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Posted by Nicole at 7:49 PM
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
My parents have finished the packing, cleaning and repairs on their house in Murray, and it's on the market now. It's sad to think that this house may be in someone else's name the next time I'm in Salt Lake. They have lived there for 15 years.
Also, my Grandma Watson has decided to sell her house in Tualatin, OR and to move to Salt Lake. She wants to spend the time at the Family History Library and live two blocks from Temple Square. If she sells her house quick enough, she might be living in the same apartment building as my parents. She's lived there almost 20 years.
So many memories in both of these homes. It's hard to believe that they'll be out of the family soon.
Rosie turns 8 one month from today. She is adamant about getting baptized ON her birthday. We can't make solid plans until Taylor gets his September schedule on August 21. We've been thinking about who would come, and realized that no family would be there. We'd have some people from our ward and a few friends if we had it in Michigan. And maybe Aunt Liz would fly out. We started talking about our own baptisms, and how great it was to be surrounded by extended family, and thought about the possibility of having the baptism in Utah or California. If we traveled, we'd have a aunts, uncles, grandparents, and close friends. However, if we choose one location over another, we'd have the other side of the family feeling left out. I could probably take the day off before, but it would be another stand-by quick trip.
I know that it's the act and ordinance of baptism that's the important part. It only requires consent of the bishop and two witnesses. But is it a better option to be with family?
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Sunday, August 10, 2008
The MHS reunion was a lot of things to me: a lot of nostalgia, a lot of stress, a lot of preparation, a lot of rekindled connections, and despite so many familiar faces, I realized that a lot had changed. Since Taylor was out on a 4-day trip, most of my time was spent with my oldest and closest MHS friend Emily. I spend most of my time for the picnic and reception going around in circles, striking up conversations, making sure there were enough drinks, figuring out money, and planning a last-minute game. I ran into old crushes, old classmates, and old friends. Most people were as kind and genial as I remembered them, with big smiles and warm hugs. Some groups of friends were as tightly exclusive as they were 10 years ago, and wouldn't let me into their conversations, just like 10 years ago. I saw people that started rumors about me, people who I secretly hero-worshiped, people I sang in choir with, people who I'd been in clubs with, people who edged me out for roles in drama productions, people who I'd done class projects with, people who I went to dances with, and people who I wrote intricately folded-up notes to. Some had lost their hair, some had lost weight, some looked exactly the same, some were divorced, some were still at home, some had traveled to exotic parts of the world. The school we celebrated at held the same name as my diploma, but the school had an "extreme makeover" over the last decade, and only was familiar through a Spartan statue and orange and black insignia.
I wish that I had been better at delegating tasks, and hadn't waited so long to send out invitations. I wish I would have stressed the day less, and enjoyed the festivities more. I left the reunion feeling sad that I hadn't said more than a brief greeting to several people that I'd been looking forward to seeing. And I wish I would have taken more pictures.
But now it's over, and the responsibility is out of my hands. It seemed to me that those who participated had a good time. We didn't lose money on the reunion, and have a little extra for the next one. If in 10 years you hear me volunteering to coordinate the reunion again...stop me! LOL.
This weekend Taylor got an invitation to his 10 year reunion in the mail. It's $87 per person! Makes my $20 reunion seem like a steal. I honestly doubt we'll attend it.
Thursday, August 7, 2008
Happy 21st birthday to my awesome brother Jacob. We've become really close the past year (a cross-country road trip can do that do you!) and it's always a joy to spend time with him. I'm proud of all he's accomplished in the face of much adversity. One of these days we'll go to Europe together!!!