Friday, December 28, 2007
On Sunday, we sat down at the table as a family and built a Gingerbread village. Everyone struggled and it wasn't easy. Olive ended up making the playground complete with some marshmallow/toothpick contraption. My contribution is the "City Hall" on the left.
I was trying to figure out but I think Derek was the first Canadian that I met and became friends with. The Hollingsworths lived above us when we lived at Wymount. He was (and still is) a very funny guy. He's now a doctor and lives back in Canada. He and his family were in town last week for their oldest daughter's (Kelsey) wedding. Clark, Sandy, and I met them over at Maggleby's for dinner. It was really cool to see them. A couple of memories that I have a Derek: sleeping on his balcony on a mattress in the summertime, his alarm clock that would always go off and piss of the neighbors, and watching him the first time skating on rollerblades. I can't help but think he was part of my inspiration to learn how to skate and play hockey.
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Jerry: "Excuse me I'd like to return this jacket."
Teller: "Certainly. May I ask why?"
Jerry: "........For spite..."
Jerry: "That's right. I don't care for the salesman that sold it to me."
Teller: "I don't think you can return an item for spite."
Jerry: "What do you mean?"
Teller: "Well if there was some problem with the garment. If it were unsatisfactory in some way,then we could do it for you, but I'm afraid spite doesn't fit into any of our conditions for a refund"
Jerry: "That's ridiculous, I want to return it. What's the difference what the reason is."
Teller: "Let me speak with the manager...excuse me .............Bob!"
(walks over to the manager and whispers)
Teller "........spite....."(Manager walks over)
Bob: "What seems to be the problem?"
Jerry : "Well I want to return this jacket and she asked me why and I said for spite and now she won't take it back."
Bob: "That's true. You can't return an item based purely on spite."
Jerry:. "Well So fine then ..then I don't want it and then that's why I'm returning it"
Bob: "Well you already said spite so......"
Jerry: "But I changed my mind.."
Bob: "No...you said spite...Too late."
Monday, November 19, 2007
“After we were married I quickly decided that some of my husband’s habits needed changing. For one, he exercised too much. For another, he spent hours at home catching up on work. In both cases, he left me feeling lonely. So I developed a plan.
For the first ten years of our marriage, I studied him (I’m a scientist after all) and identified what I thought he needed to change. I compiled a hefty unwritten list. Then over the second ten years of our marriage, I worked to help make those changes one by one. His “need” to exercise all the time? Nope, I don’t think so, not with four kids and a busy household. His workaholic bent? Not in my house. If he had time to listen patiently to all his patients (many of whom were my friends) during office hours, then he certainly had time when he was home to put the phone down, turn off the computer, leave the medical books on the shelves, and talk to me.
I won some battles and I lost some. Finally, for the third decade of our marriage, I’ve thrown in the towel and decided to leave the man alone. And now I feel embarrassed about all the pushing and prodding I did, because it all seems so selfish. I repeated phrases that you’ve probably heard countless times yourself, like “I need you with me more”; “I need more help with the lids”; “I want you to communicate better with me”. Most women have these thoughts, and they grind away inside us. We want our lives to be easier and we think “If only he would do this, then my life would be so much better. If only I could get him to understand this, my life would be so much richer.
Fifteen years ago, I scolded my husband for being selfish. That didn’t work. Saturdays he had a routine that irritated me. He would walk in from the garage, the metal on the bottom of his bike shoes clattering against the tile on the mudroom floor, and ask, “Do you care if I go on a bike ride?” It was a ridiculous question because he equally brightly clad biking buddies were standing in the driveway waiting for him.
Ten years ago, I pleaded with him to stay home and help me run the kids around. That didn’t work. Five years ago, I told him, quietly and lovingly, that he would enjoy his life so much more if he didn’t enjoy his selfish desires. That didn’t work either. Now, when Saturday morning rolls around, I simply say, “Have a good ride.” And we’re both happier.
When a man wants to ride his bike, he rides his bike. He is who he is, and - guess what? – he’s more than enough. He is a good man – a very good man. What I thought I “needed” from him, I had already. What I gave up was my obsession with changing him. My husband knew how to separate the wheat from the chaff. Women can lose sight of that.
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Friday, November 09, 2007
This must be my three longings of my core:
- a battle to fight
- an adventure to live
- a beauty to rescue
Ask to me explain sometime if you really care.
Thursday, November 08, 2007
On Saturday Jake had a hockey game up in Davis County. The kids to better if Jake and Olive are separated. So on the way up, both JJ and Olive fell asleep. I snapped this picture while driving a hundred miles an hour. Not my best pic but you get the picture. I love my kids.
We got together last week to celebrate both Jake's and Grammy's birthday. As part of that tradition all of the grandkids dressed up and posed for the picture. Talk about a major pain. Some of the little ones were crying because of the older one's costumes. Well, I think this is everyone.
Happy Birthday to you Jacob Clark Davis. Okay, so your b-day was a couple of weeks ago. Still, I want to put this here. First off, I will quote a song that my boys love (but I'm not to hip on):
They're gonna clean up your looks
With all the lies and the books
To make a citizen out of you
Because they sleep with a gun
And keep an eye on you son
So they can watch all the things you do
Because the drugs never work
They gonna give you a smirk
Cause they got methods of keeping you clean
They gonna rip off your heads,
Your aspirations are shreds
Another cock in the murder machine
They say that
Teenagers scare the living shit out of me
With that said, Jake got a cool spider cake from Kohler's. He got a new D-stick (lacrosse) and a new pair of skates for hockey. What a great kid he is. He and I have spent quite a bit of time together during the month of October doing mostly homework but also football and now with hockey. Mostly, I just wanted to post the pic.
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Sunday, October 21, 2007
Yes, life at the Davis home (as well as most other homes with lots of kids) things are always crazy. After playing in his final football game of the season (by the way it was butt cold and rainy) we hurried over to the church for Jake's Court of Honor. No time to change, just show up in your football gear. Good job, Jake. He was awarded his Star along with a bunch of merit badges that he earned this summer. He's still trying to beat his older brother in getting his Eagle. He's on his way. He should get his Life in a few more months and could get his Eagle this summer. You better hurry up, JJ!
JJ did cross country this year for Lone Peak. Each week he continued to get better and better. This was a picture that I took right after the finish of the race at Region. He along with three of his other buddies. Way to go, JJ! I believe his finish at this race was a PR of 18:35. Faster than I could ever do that is for sure. If I could ever run under 20 these days that would be a miracle. JJ has two more years and could easily be one of the better runners in the state if he keeps working hard.
Even though it's been a month since I was in Denmark, I need to post this picture of Solbritt and Jenny. You would think that these two ladies stay at home knitting sweaters and baking cookies. They are so darn sweet. Nope. They are professors at the University of Copenhagen. Pretty bright ladies and VERY nice and fun to work with. I hope I get the opportunity to go back and work with them in the future.
Sunday, September 23, 2007
Okay, last post for the night. After our orienteering adventures, Par and I went to the Davis Cup. The semi-finals were held here this weekend in Göteborg. They hold it indoors at the Scandinavium. We had pretty good seats and we watched Andy Roddick trounce Jonas Bjorkman in 3 straight sets. After which James Blake quickly dismissed Simon Aspelin. What a fun day today. Now I can say that I've seen an international tennis event. The US will face Russia back in the states in a couple of months.
Okay, before I write out this weekend, I must talk about LAST Sunday. So on Saturday, I was feeling pretty darn lonely. Missing my family, tired of being alone. I was determined to go to church the next day. I set out on Saturday afternoon to find where the meeting house was. I was using the handy Danish LDS site I had a map and address. After looking for a couple of hours I gave up, went back to the hotel and called the missionaries. They explained that the church was INSIDE the train station. So on Sunday morning, I showed up. No tie, but in more or less Sunday attire. The Saints in Ballerup are just great. I had someone by my side (or behind me) translating the entire time. The Baxters spoke in Sacrament meeting and told me just what I needed to hear. Sunday School was good, and Priesthood was all about marriage I even got to play in Priesthood as they didn't have anyone to do it. Thanks, Mom! I had a few families invite me over for dinner after church. I ended up going to the Baxters (3 teenage boys and 1 teenage girl). We had a wonderful dinner of pork, mashed potatoes, vegetables, and a yummy dessert with ice cream and berries. After dinner we walked around the small neighborhood. They showed me their garden, and we watched a Pink Panther movie on their living room wall. Of course I slept through most of it. It was VERY nice to be in a home and I really thank the Baxters for their love and hospitality.
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
On Friday night, I wanted to attend the Copenhagen Temple. I found out, however, that they have no clothing rental so my choices were limited. I decided to go and do baptisms. I was supposed to be there by 7:00 and of course I was running late. It was lightly raining but in order to make it on time (or shortly thereafter) I had to run most of the way. By the time I arrived, I was completely drenched. Not because of the rain, but because I was sweating. I changed and sat next to a youth group from the western side of Denmark. It was really enjoyable. Being in the temple (no matter where in the world it is) gives such a peaceful and calm reassurance (at least for me). And I definitely needed some of that. All of it was in Danish and as hard as I tried, I just couldn't make out the words. After being baptized they asked me if I would like to do some of the baptizing. I did it in English of course even though I could have done it in Spanish. What was funny is that most of the names were from Chili (with a few from Italy). Afterwards, I met with the youth group outside the temple and got to talk to them. They live a few hours away but only get to come to the temple about every six months. Many of the youth in our neighborhood go at least once a week. Afterwards, I am more committed to go with my boys at least a couple of times a month. We need to go more often and soon they will be gone. What a great way to spend my Friday night.
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Okay, it's been just over a week so I'd better write while it is still fresh on my mind. Last Sunday it was my second day in Copenhagen. I decided to go for an early morning run. I had tried to figure out where church services were but after looking for it for over an hour I gave up. I knew about where the temple was so I thought I'd go looking for it. It is outside of the city (and off my map). After 30-40 minutes I found a building that I discovered was the church building. On the bottom floor was the distribution center. So I snapped a picture. No sooner had I done that then a couple of missionaries came out to see who was taking the pictures. They were a bit surprised to find a guy from Utah decked out in Under Amour and iPod. They were both from Provo and I got to talk to them for a while. They walked with me over to the temple which was just around the corner. They were pretty active, talking to anyone/everyone on the street. It was fun to see. The temple was beautiful. It is the first church that was converted from an existing building. It took a couple of years to make the transition and they did a beautiful job. There is a nice courtyard with a fountain and flowers and bushes. After walking around the grounds I finally ran back to my hotel.
They had a breakfast there but I had already eaten. This year, unlike last year the ride went completely around the lake. We stopped somewhere in Orem, and then again in Springville and then in Goshen for lunch. I will feeling pretty good at that point. We had going about 60 miles or so. Rich was a bit miserable (neck and shoulder). We stuck together most of the time which was so much better than last year. Last year I was pretty much on my own for the entire second half. After lunch we were on the back side of Utah Lake and I was really enjoying the ride. I could go 20-23 mph for quite a while without much effort. We finally made it back to the starting point. I can't remember how long it took (maybe 7 hours or so). Rich was not a happy man climbing up the hill to our neighborhood. I could do that every Saturday. If only.
We are preparing for LOTOJA. Here is a great article from this year's race. Come join us!
Saturday, September 08, 2007
I thought this was pretty funny. This is in the baggage claim in Copenhagen. I can see this guy checking in his stuff. Excuse me, Mr. Ticketcounter guy, could I just get a bin to put in a few socks, a pair of underwear, and one of my shoes? Thanks!
It is high time that I did some writing. I'm here in Copenhagen for the next couple of weeks so I need to make time and update this "Why I'm Here". I guess I'll start by writing about my trip out here. I've been in Park City this week teaching a groundwater modeling class. I came home Thursday night to unpack, wash, and repack. My flight left early Friday morning and I flew to Washington (Dulles). After an hour or so I got on an Air France plane and headed over the water. I thought I had a bulkhead seat but it turns out that I didn't. Luckily, I was able to move up to the exit row and that made the trip much more bearable. Had I been able to book my ticket in either the Y, M, or B class I would have been able to upgrade to business class. It is so much more enjoyable flying that way. Stupid movies, but okay food. I don't know what the deal was but shortly after eating a light breakfast, I got really sick and had to hurl. I did make it to the bathroom. That was a first. After that I felt okay and was able to return to my seat. I'll have to be sure to write about my other hurling experience a couple of weeks ago. Anyhow, we landed in Gay Pari. There was NO way I was making my connection but I tried. Getting around CDG is pretty bad. So I had a lovely extra 4+ hours in the airport. I took advantage of the time to rebuild my songs on my iPod. JJ gave me a bunch of new music and I should have lots to listen to. I finally made it to Copenhagen, caught the train, then the metro and walked a couple of blocks to the hotel. I got good directions and didn't have any trouble. I called home using my Skype account. It is so nice to have that. I walked around downtown for a couple of hours. It is a bit colder here than I thought it would be. Stupid American, look at that kid in shorts and flip-flops and we are all wearing pants and coats. I found a decent restaurant near the hotel and ate by myself (one of the crappy things about traveling alone). Well, I'll upload a few pics and then write more tomorrow. Cheers!