"There will be little rubs and disappointments everywhere, and we are all apt to expect too much; but then, if one scheme of happiness fails, human nature turns to another; if the first calculation is wrong, we make a second better: we find comfort somewhere . . . "
- Mansfield Park by Jane Austen
This would have been a lot more intriguing to know back in '94 or so, when I was obsessed with the X-Files and drooling over Fox Mulder weekly. Now, Fox is looking a bit melted (especially with that blecky beard attacking his face in the new X-Files move) ...and I'm not even sure what sex-addiction rehab actually entails, but it doesn't sound very, erm, titillating.
Has he always had this problem? Maybe Tea just didn't mind so much, you know, before.
Proof (to me, at least) that some men do not age nearly as well as Alan Rickman.
I did make progress on Becky's blanket while visiting Mom (ack ~ I hope Becky isn't reading. I don't think she does). Our pre-concert lounging time at the Kentucky State Fair made for a perfect blanket-border opportunity (especially since my mom napped beside me for an hour or so) while waiting for the Oak Ridge Boys to bop on stage.
I have less than 5 weeks to finish this up, if we're lucky. I've hit the moss stitch border, so I think we're home-free. If we can ignore that ugly little bloop on one of the yarn over spirals. I think we can. I'm okay with it...if I squint.
Did I mention the ...interesting... crowd at the Oak Ridge Boys concert?
Personally, I roll in an entirely different direction. But that cute little thang beside him seemed perfectly happy to roll whichever way he wanted to roll her once the sun went down.
I'm back. I made it. I am home. Can crappy mattresses actually break your spine? Because mine is in a world of hurt.
But I survived Kentucky and Utah, Ben's family and mine, with Dallas lay-overs, overstuffed carry-ons, nasty airport employees and a right arm that shoots fire from my butt to my fingertips when I use it; I made it through a precariously stacked storage unit (wanna see my bruises?) and a wedding where the power went out; through four feisty nieces and nephews and gallons of bad-for-me food.
This trip had some good and some bad and I'm actually hard-pressed to say which prevailed. But today, let's remember some of the good stuff. My mom is enduring her first colonoscopy today, so let's focus on happy thoughts until she calls to say she's okay.
Ben and I took an invigorating little side trip to Park City with one of his sisters and her family.
Park City is one of my favorite places, but this was the first time I braved the Alpine Slide.
First, you take a long, leisurely ride up a ski lift.
I let Ben play with my new toy. We now have some fun and embarrassing video from this escapade, but luckily I haven't had the chance to upload it yet. Look at that naughty grin.
I kept spinning around in my seat to gawk at the breath-taking view of the quaint little city. In the winter, Park City is a life-sized version of the wee snow-encrusted Christmas Villages people arrange on their mantles in December. In summer, the mountains undulate under shades of brown and green.
Apparently, badgers and deer are common sights on the ride up the mountain, but all I saw were horses...
After jumping off the lift, you grab one of these rickety little sleds.
And then you schlep it over to the top of the slides.
Along the way, the gorgeous views force you to stop for impromptu family photo shoots.
This necessity takes up a chunk of time, even if you are eager to jump on that slide. Which - honestly - I was not.
I'm no speed demon. I'm not particularly a dare-devil. I used to be an outright wimp.
But I'm getting better. Seriously, if a two year old and a five year old can do it, I have to give it a whirl.
(Although that sign says something along the lines of " WARNING - YOU MIGHT DIE A HORRIBLE AND BLOODY DEATH IF YOU ARE STUPID ENOUGH TO RIDE A CRUMMY SLED DOWN A MOUNTAIN.)
Ben flew down one-handed, recording the depth of my terror.
Actually, though, I loved every minute of it. I even did it again, speeding down the slopes faster this time, on a sled named Apollo 13. I think my wimp days might be gone for good.
(But I still refuse to jump out of an airplane, thankyouverymuch.)
Don't tell, but I'm stealing. Someone out here in Nowhere Kentucky has unprotected wireless and I've totally hijacked it. Please prepare to pool together for some bail in case they get me.
Here's mom. She doesn't understand what it is I'm doing right now, but she's being a good sport about it.
I don't recall the flight at all, since I finished Eclipse and started Breaking Dawn. I arrived at the airport ridiculously early (Super Shuttle ~ The Budget, you know) but when you are cuddled up with sexy vampires and werewolves, time flies.
By the way, I ripped the ruffle. Thanks for all of your input. While more of you said that you liked it, the ones of you who didn't were adamant. And you swayed me. What a pain in the you-know it was to rip.
I'm hauling the blanket along to finish. It's 60 degrees here, which is cold as far as I'm concerned. Tomorrow Mom and I are going to the State Fair. I can't remember the last time I did that. I'm particularly looking forward to the singing and dancing swine at the Pork Chop Review and plan to line up for a photo up and paw shaking with Bruiser, the world's largest dog.