Take a walk down memory lane to July 5th, 6th, and 7th of this year. Our family went on a family Pioneer trek with some other members of our church. Overall, it was a good experience for our family. We met new friends and enjoyed really really good food and realized that wearing multiple layers of clothing and walking in the sun makes for one noncompliant and irrational Sam. At one point he just sat down on the trail. Mr. Jewels carried him most of the way, the other times, he was riding in the wagon. Good thing we had prepared ourselves mentally by betting that Sam would walk on his own maybe 1 mile out of the 6 or 7 that we walked. Jon and Eme seemed to really enjoy it, we were paired up with a family that have kids their same age and who wanted to pull and push the handcart most of the way. There was a women's pull in which I thought I just might die, but survived with the help of 9 women we made it up the steep sandy hill. We had to wear our pioneer dress the first two days we were there, but on the day we were going home we could wear normal clothes. It was really funny because it was hard to recognize people without their pioneer bonnets and dresses on. We all looked like complete strangers on the day we left. Before we headed home we drove up to Independence Rock. This is where a lot of the pioneers came and carved their names into the rock at the top, you can see a lot of them still today, it is amazing. This rock is about the halfway point on the trail and a group had reached this rock on July 4th, hence the name "independence". Would we do a family pioneer trek again? Maybe. But for now I am just grateful for these memories.
Thursday, September 20, 2012
I found my cute little green camera! It was hiding in a box with the blank disks. Now, who would have put it there? Me? no, Mr. Jewels? doubt it? One of the kids? highly unlikely. Still an unsolved mystery. But I did see something truly amazing yesterday, it blew my mind. Jon closed up the bag of white powdered donuts that was sitting on the kitchen counter and put them away up in the cupboard. He didn't even eat one and I know he didn't get them out of the cupboard. I did check his vital signs to see if he was okay and looked deeply into his eyes to see if it was really him. It was and what I witnessed was truly amazing. I hope to see it happen again someday soon.
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
Tuesday, September 4, 2012
There's a little thing known in the world of cross fit known as the "prescribed" workout. It means that you did the right weight, the correct movements and the correct amount of reps for that particular workout. I have so far have done none of the workouts as prescribed, they have been as we say "modified", until tonight. And I am paying for it dearly, if it were for my mad typing skills that I gained as a receptionist and secretary for a lawyer I wouldn't be able to type any of this out, because my hands don't quite work right yet. the workout tonight was 100 65 lb. thrusters. There was a lot of yelling, but it felt awesome when I was all done. Don't know if I ever want to do a "prescribed" workout again. I may just stick to my "modified" versions. They aren't as difficult.