Oh how I love living close to one of my favorite people in the world... who also happens to be my sister. I know, she's gorgeous, and she is glowing, and I wish I looked more like her. Somehow Tressa became Tress became Fergress became Fergresser. And somehow Melissa became Melfrel became Frel became Freller became Shmeller became Shmell.
She came up to Palo Alto for the day and we went to the best produce place and had a hay day, drove by my new school, went to Wahoo's for HUGE salads, got froyo, traded massages. Then we were really warn out from our busy day and felt like we needed naps:)
Saturday, August 27, 2011
Friday, August 26, 2011
Perfection in Pismo Beach
I always forget to pull out my down coat when I go home to Pismo. I think 'California=warm' and somehow forget that every Pismo Beach summer day since I can remember has been foggy and cold until at least noon. And let's not forget that dad has a dream of having an indoor/outdoor home so until he makes every wall into either a window or sliding glass door, all windows and doors in the house are left open... no matter how cold it is.
But Pismo was perfection, even the cold, foggy mornings. Because they were spent eating big yummy breakfasts on the porch (shivering) with Mom, Dad, and Kristina. And the afternoons were spent running errands with Mom or Dad, hiking with Kristina, going to the best hole in the wall Mexican restaurant I have every been to, walking on the beach with the fam (turned into beach cleanups initiated by Kristina), watching Kristina swim in the ocean while I did the run in, dive into a wave, and run out. Evenings were spent with Kristina replaying over and over again our favorite 'So You Think You Can Dance' performances, trading massages, and talking about how similar our lives and recent life lessons actually are.
It was a perfect, sweet welcome back to my home state.
Beach Profile... Kristina
Beach Profile... me
MontaƱa de Oro
Beach Cleanup! Thank you for inspiring us Kristina:)
But Pismo was perfection, even the cold, foggy mornings. Because they were spent eating big yummy breakfasts on the porch (shivering) with Mom, Dad, and Kristina. And the afternoons were spent running errands with Mom or Dad, hiking with Kristina, going to the best hole in the wall Mexican restaurant I have every been to, walking on the beach with the fam (turned into beach cleanups initiated by Kristina), watching Kristina swim in the ocean while I did the run in, dive into a wave, and run out. Evenings were spent with Kristina replaying over and over again our favorite 'So You Think You Can Dance' performances, trading massages, and talking about how similar our lives and recent life lessons actually are.
It was a perfect, sweet welcome back to my home state.
Beach Profile... Kristina
Beach Profile... me
MontaƱa de Oro
Beach Cleanup! Thank you for inspiring us Kristina:)
Saturday, July 30, 2011
VA to CA via DC, MD, PA, WV,OH,IN,IL, MO, KS, CO, WY, UT, AZ, NV
First, the goodbyes.
Fourth of July farewell... Bekah, Heather, Cousin Becca
It was so hard to leave. I kept postponing my departure date. Then all of a sudden I knew I just had to get in my car and not look back. And I was off. I drove my favorite drive down the GW Parkway, past the monuments, along the Potomac, and off to my cross country adventure. No tears, just a bit of shock and a lot of relief that I finally did it.
Beauty in the Midwest
My cross country traveling buddy. She's faithfully taken me across the country twice with no problems. And my rear view for almost 3,000 miles and 6 days of driving.
Charlie and me in Denver. My favorite parts of the trip were the stops. Amber J. in Cincinnati, Travis and Millie in Kansas City, Charlie in Denver, Stace's parents in St. George.
Pullin up to Park City. Western beauty.
And the best part of Park City... well tied with qt with Kimberly.
I'm going to be a mom like her. I hope.
A recurring theme...
Reuniting with two of my favorite girls from the BY; Kira and Stace.
And Kira's little addition. She forgot Jeffrey's hat so she fashioned an even better one out of a burp cloth. Brilliant. One of the many reasons she's a super mom.
PS, update: After a shortened but nearly perfect stay in Park City I went out to Palo Alto for a couple of interviews, made a very difficult decision between two really great schools, and will soon begin a new challenge. I'll be teaching the little guys all the way up to middle schoolers at Bowman International School, a Montessori K-8 school. I am SO excited.
Fourth of July farewell... Bekah, Heather, Cousin Becca
It was so hard to leave. I kept postponing my departure date. Then all of a sudden I knew I just had to get in my car and not look back. And I was off. I drove my favorite drive down the GW Parkway, past the monuments, along the Potomac, and off to my cross country adventure. No tears, just a bit of shock and a lot of relief that I finally did it.
Beauty in the Midwest
My cross country traveling buddy. She's faithfully taken me across the country twice with no problems. And my rear view for almost 3,000 miles and 6 days of driving.
Charlie and me in Denver. My favorite parts of the trip were the stops. Amber J. in Cincinnati, Travis and Millie in Kansas City, Charlie in Denver, Stace's parents in St. George.
Pullin up to Park City. Western beauty.
And the best part of Park City... well tied with qt with Kimberly.
I'm going to be a mom like her. I hope.
A recurring theme...
Reuniting with two of my favorite girls from the BY; Kira and Stace.
And Kira's little addition. She forgot Jeffrey's hat so she fashioned an even better one out of a burp cloth. Brilliant. One of the many reasons she's a super mom.
PS, update: After a shortened but nearly perfect stay in Park City I went out to Palo Alto for a couple of interviews, made a very difficult decision between two really great schools, and will soon begin a new challenge. I'll be teaching the little guys all the way up to middle schoolers at Bowman International School, a Montessori K-8 school. I am SO excited.
Sunday, July 3, 2011
EOY Nostalgia
The title of this post is a common acronym in the elementary and secondary education world. EOY= end of year (often excitement and anticipation of summer months are attached to the use of it).
Someone recently asked me what accomplisments I was most proud of. Maybe because I sometimes compare myself to others, the first things that come to my mind are not the usual accomplishments like graduating from BYU (most of my friends have post grad degrees, and looking back on the experience it was more sunshine than sweat and tears), serving a mission (anyone who has served knows they can't take credit, or at least full credit, for any good done during that time... it was a time of literal miracles), running races (again, I just really enjoy it, and am not very competetive), etc.
What I do feel good about are smaller things that I work on. I don't share these milestones very often. One such milestone was completing my third full year of teaching. It was not the completion that was the milestone, but the way I felt.
It was the second to last day of school and I was on my favorite run, coming back towards Virginia on the Key Bridge. I was reflecting on the school year. Goals I had set, things I still needed to work on, and mostly how much I loved and was going to miss my students. I realized that for the first time as a teacher, I felt like my 'offering' was acceptable. I felt peace about what I had given, how hard I had worked, how much I had loved, and how much I had progressed as a teacher. Perhaps that was more a reflection of where I am personally than any indicator of how pleased the Lord is with me, but I was so grateful to have that feeling. I looked down the river, and there was a rainbow stretching over the river and across the sky. The symbolism of that rainbow was a confirmation of what I had felt.
I am leaving Cooper much sooner than I had expected. I have told friends and family since I started working there that I could stay there for a very long time. From Abdul, the janitor who is loved by all, to Arlene, a principal who leads with love, firmness, and understanding (oh and lots of humor), to supportive and grateful parents, to talented, vibrant, and fun students... the people are some of the highest calibar there are. My drive down the scenic George Washington Parkway was a perfect transition time to and from work. My classroom was spacious and beautiful with large windows looking out over tall green trees and blue skies.
But I am leaving knowing that I'm doing the right thing. I don't know what my life will look like, only that I'll be where I need to be. Here are some of the end of the year events that gave sweet closure to a nearly perfect phase of my career:
My office:) I never thought I would have such a spacious office with such a great view... so many windows and decorated so colorfully!
I may not have been voted for a senior best in high school (in my defense, there were over 600 kids in our graduating class)... but the fact that my hammock was voted best place to read totally makes up for it:) Project summer vacation: mend hammock or go back to PR to buy another one.
Good thing I didn't think too often about how rediculous I must have looked wearing all my 'English' gear throughout the year. I had to wear the clown glasses/clown nose/parrot or monkey hat/sunglasses (usually went with the sunglasses) in order to speak English in my classroom.
Mercedes! I will miss this girl. Think about what you would want your teenage daughter to be like. You're looking at her:)
Olivia. Talented, studious, diligent... incredible student!I had to crop some of the pictures because I didn't have 'photo release forms' from all the students:(
Girls in one of my favorite (if I had favorites...) classes.
Day after the last day of school pampering. Pedicures, manicures, Cafe Rio, good talk with Suz. Doesn't get much better.
CAMPING! At Assateague. Actually, BEACH! That was definitely the highlight of the trip. Being attacked by mosquitos the night before was probably the less fun part. Being in the water all day and eating surprisingly tasty Mexican food on the way home made the trip one of my DC favorites.
Spencer setting up camp (ps thank you Serg and Linds for putting the rain covers on our tents just before the showers rolled in).
Serg showing how yummy the healthy alternative to s'mores can be (roasted apples with pb).
Linds enjoying the real deal
Serg protecting Heather from the wild horses
FHE Crew, putting the finishing touches on the Spanish Class project children's picture books. Thank you to amazing friends. I don't know how I would have cut out all those pages and bound all those books.
Sailing on the Potomac! Thanks Matt for cycling, sailing, skooter riding, slurpees, school service, and swimming... am I forgetting something?
PS, I love Ariel.
Someone recently asked me what accomplisments I was most proud of. Maybe because I sometimes compare myself to others, the first things that come to my mind are not the usual accomplishments like graduating from BYU (most of my friends have post grad degrees, and looking back on the experience it was more sunshine than sweat and tears), serving a mission (anyone who has served knows they can't take credit, or at least full credit, for any good done during that time... it was a time of literal miracles), running races (again, I just really enjoy it, and am not very competetive), etc.
What I do feel good about are smaller things that I work on. I don't share these milestones very often. One such milestone was completing my third full year of teaching. It was not the completion that was the milestone, but the way I felt.
It was the second to last day of school and I was on my favorite run, coming back towards Virginia on the Key Bridge. I was reflecting on the school year. Goals I had set, things I still needed to work on, and mostly how much I loved and was going to miss my students. I realized that for the first time as a teacher, I felt like my 'offering' was acceptable. I felt peace about what I had given, how hard I had worked, how much I had loved, and how much I had progressed as a teacher. Perhaps that was more a reflection of where I am personally than any indicator of how pleased the Lord is with me, but I was so grateful to have that feeling. I looked down the river, and there was a rainbow stretching over the river and across the sky. The symbolism of that rainbow was a confirmation of what I had felt.
I am leaving Cooper much sooner than I had expected. I have told friends and family since I started working there that I could stay there for a very long time. From Abdul, the janitor who is loved by all, to Arlene, a principal who leads with love, firmness, and understanding (oh and lots of humor), to supportive and grateful parents, to talented, vibrant, and fun students... the people are some of the highest calibar there are. My drive down the scenic George Washington Parkway was a perfect transition time to and from work. My classroom was spacious and beautiful with large windows looking out over tall green trees and blue skies.
But I am leaving knowing that I'm doing the right thing. I don't know what my life will look like, only that I'll be where I need to be. Here are some of the end of the year events that gave sweet closure to a nearly perfect phase of my career:
My office:) I never thought I would have such a spacious office with such a great view... so many windows and decorated so colorfully!
I may not have been voted for a senior best in high school (in my defense, there were over 600 kids in our graduating class)... but the fact that my hammock was voted best place to read totally makes up for it:) Project summer vacation: mend hammock or go back to PR to buy another one.
Good thing I didn't think too often about how rediculous I must have looked wearing all my 'English' gear throughout the year. I had to wear the clown glasses/clown nose/parrot or monkey hat/sunglasses (usually went with the sunglasses) in order to speak English in my classroom.
Mercedes! I will miss this girl. Think about what you would want your teenage daughter to be like. You're looking at her:)
Olivia. Talented, studious, diligent... incredible student!I had to crop some of the pictures because I didn't have 'photo release forms' from all the students:(
Girls in one of my favorite (if I had favorites...) classes.
Day after the last day of school pampering. Pedicures, manicures, Cafe Rio, good talk with Suz. Doesn't get much better.
CAMPING! At Assateague. Actually, BEACH! That was definitely the highlight of the trip. Being attacked by mosquitos the night before was probably the less fun part. Being in the water all day and eating surprisingly tasty Mexican food on the way home made the trip one of my DC favorites.
Spencer setting up camp (ps thank you Serg and Linds for putting the rain covers on our tents just before the showers rolled in).
Serg showing how yummy the healthy alternative to s'mores can be (roasted apples with pb).
Linds enjoying the real deal
Serg protecting Heather from the wild horses
FHE Crew, putting the finishing touches on the Spanish Class project children's picture books. Thank you to amazing friends. I don't know how I would have cut out all those pages and bound all those books.
Sailing on the Potomac! Thanks Matt for cycling, sailing, skooter riding, slurpees, school service, and swimming... am I forgetting something?
PS, I love Ariel.
Monday, June 27, 2011
Monday, June 13, 2011
Trail Run #2
Not quite as scenic (as Greensborough) but just as fun. Kathleen, Cory, Jacob and I went down to Richmond for a Saturday morning trail run. There is something about a trail race that is in so many ways more satisfying than a normal race. It was a beautiful day, a great run, and somewhat pain free race (just the hip flexers that were a little sore afterwards. Minor detail, Jacob won the entire race. Yes, number one. Five something minute miles... on a trail. No sweat. Ok that's a stretch- it was a pretty humid day. I think it was the no nonsense racing gear that did the trick... and maybe a little talent. Maybe.
After the race we scrubbed off the stinkiness, ate at the famous Mimi's that Cory had been raving about, took naps (well I took a 10 minute nap and had a great talk with Kristina and got some reading in), got some good southern cornbread in a potent butter/poppy seed sauce, went to a cemetery where some big names are buried (Jefferson Davis, Presidents Tyler and Monroe)... it was supposed to be the Arlington Cemetery of the Confederates, window shopped, ate at an amazing (slight exaggeration... just ask Jacob) deli, had froyo at a really really yummy yogurt shop (may have been one of my highlights, as evidenced by my monstrous portion. Who can pass up flavors like NY Cheesecake, PB, Oreo, Cake Batter, Chocolate... yeah I didn't pass up any of them), and watched a really deep and thought provoking movie- Diary of A Wimpy Kid II. We originally decided to watch it because the theatre was so cool but it turned out to be pretty entertaining. Just left me with a fear of someday being the mother of a teenage son who wears black eyeliner and is basically the devil reincarnated.
If it seems like our day was mostly about eating, it was. Thank you Cory for the insiders view of Richmond, and its delectable cuisine.
Pre-race candids
Kind of reminds me of a flower child, bringing in the beauty of the day:) Priceless smile Kathleen.
Number One! I think Jacob's used to this. The 24 pound 'X' trophy may have been a first.
Post-race glory. We smell just about as good as we look.
It looks hardcore. I actually made it through the race in pretty good shape. Then when I went to the 'mist tent' I noticed there was a perfect mistified spot right in the middle where there was a wide open spot. As I approached I realized why it was open, and why suddenly everyone was looking in amusement. Where there is a lot of mist, it just so happens there is usually a lot of mud where there is dirt involved.
I think Jacob said something about putting the trophy on his coffee table. Viewings should be scheduled in advance.
Nap time a la Kathleen and Cory.
Train station clock tower thing.
After the race we scrubbed off the stinkiness, ate at the famous Mimi's that Cory had been raving about, took naps (well I took a 10 minute nap and had a great talk with Kristina and got some reading in), got some good southern cornbread in a potent butter/poppy seed sauce, went to a cemetery where some big names are buried (Jefferson Davis, Presidents Tyler and Monroe)... it was supposed to be the Arlington Cemetery of the Confederates, window shopped, ate at an amazing (slight exaggeration... just ask Jacob) deli, had froyo at a really really yummy yogurt shop (may have been one of my highlights, as evidenced by my monstrous portion. Who can pass up flavors like NY Cheesecake, PB, Oreo, Cake Batter, Chocolate... yeah I didn't pass up any of them), and watched a really deep and thought provoking movie- Diary of A Wimpy Kid II. We originally decided to watch it because the theatre was so cool but it turned out to be pretty entertaining. Just left me with a fear of someday being the mother of a teenage son who wears black eyeliner and is basically the devil reincarnated.
If it seems like our day was mostly about eating, it was. Thank you Cory for the insiders view of Richmond, and its delectable cuisine.
Pre-race candids
Kind of reminds me of a flower child, bringing in the beauty of the day:) Priceless smile Kathleen.
Number One! I think Jacob's used to this. The 24 pound 'X' trophy may have been a first.
Post-race glory. We smell just about as good as we look.
It looks hardcore. I actually made it through the race in pretty good shape. Then when I went to the 'mist tent' I noticed there was a perfect mistified spot right in the middle where there was a wide open spot. As I approached I realized why it was open, and why suddenly everyone was looking in amusement. Where there is a lot of mist, it just so happens there is usually a lot of mud where there is dirt involved.
I think Jacob said something about putting the trophy on his coffee table. Viewings should be scheduled in advance.
Nap time a la Kathleen and Cory.
Train station clock tower thing.
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