Saturday, January 12, 2013

Ring in the New Year (and let the old one DIAF)

Since it's been nearly a month since our last update, I figured it's time to get up with the Times, New Roman.

Alison and I spent our Christmas in the Snorin Sonoran Desert. Well, actually, this time, it wasn't so boring. There's something about bringing in a new person to an area that gives you an excuse to be a tourist in your own home town.

We kicked this sucker off with a traditional trip through Winterhaven, The Premier Tucson Christmas Lights Experience. Seriously, it seems to be getting more popular every year. The standbys were there: karaoke, the big-legged Santa (you just have to be there), the endless streams of horse-drawn carriages, the thinly-veiled political statements, and the light shows coordinated to 120 dB MIDIs. A nice way to spend part of Christmas Eve.

I'm so excited to be here my eyes are devilish
Even the sacred holiday of Christmas isn't exempt from the holier pasttimes
We had our usual singings and storytellings that evening. We then opened ALL THE PRESENTS. I got probably the most dangerous device I've had yet--a Kindle Paperweight Paperwhite. I ended up spending 40% of my time on it, reading 2.5 books over the 8-9 days HP allowed me to be away from work. For those of you who are curious, the first book was A Higher Call: An Incredible True Story of Combat and Chivalry in the War-Torn Skies of World War II. It says it all right there on the tin, folks, it's very good. The second book was the first Hungry Games book (I know it's old). The third is Guns, Germs, and Steel by Jared Diamond. I'll be chewing on that one for a while. Somehow I managed to see the Miserable movie during these readings and saw the most people crying in a room outside of sacrament meeting.

I somehow convinced the kids to come with us to visit the Titan Missile Museum in Green Valley. I had known for some time that there used to be missile sites scattered around Tucson, but I never really knew much about them. The museum is quite interesting if you're in the area.
Missiles are serious business. Except to Alison.
They take you down into the secured silo, which is isolated from the surrounding earth by large springs. Blast doors are purported to withstand over 200 PSI overpressure, which means that the silo could pretty much take a direct hit from a Soviet nuke and still be running enough to make sure the Commies get some too. They also tell you how the world could have ended.
What the lady doesn't know is that she could doom us all from where she sat
Namely, they tell you how the nuke would have been fired.
The last Titan
The missile rocket motor was good enough to have been used by NASA as recently as the early 2000s.

Apropos of nothing: beagles!
The whole family (including the animals) made the trek to Windy Point on Mt. Lemmon.
Yes, it gets cold, even in Tucson
It Rocks
We made a brief visit of Tohono Chul Park. It's really close to the Reese home, but it wasn't that impressive. A lot of desert plants arranged in a garden, essentially.

Eric was so bored he yawned sideways
This is Tucson, if you ever wanted a summary picture
And no visit to Tucson is complete without a trip to the Sonoran Desert Museum. We happened to pick the coldest day to visit. Still, we managed to seem some cool things like a birds of prey demonstration and Tucsonics in parkas.
The owl contemplates its existence
The kids are fascinated by what lies beneath the plaque
WINTER IS COMING
Where does he keep that tongue?
"Oh goodie, more tourists"
My attempt at photography...apparently I need to do stuff with my corneal stop focus cone before I'm "good"
The kids convinced me to go see a Royal Teeth concert in Scottsdale. I hadn't heard of them before, but they seemed pleased that I came anyways.
How they celebrated their victory in getting me there
Alison just went with the flow...weird inlaws
COME CLOSER TO THE SPEAKER YOU CAN'T HEAR US
Here Eric finally learned the name of his band's singer
My take on the concert
In exchange, I got to request that we go to the Boneyard. I hadn't been there in several years.
Pics so it happened
Dad likes the F4
Of course, who doesn't like the Tomcat?
The DOOM TRUCK of the air, the Thunderbolt II
If a Warthog shoots you with this gun, you will not be driving today
Guess the Titan Missile Museum went to his head
This B24J was gifted back from the Indian Air Force
And of course, the iconic Flying Fortress
As you can see, there was more than we could get to. The Boneyard is where the Air Force goes for spare parts.
We rang in the new year, with families old and new.
Mom and Dad
And our grainy outdoor photo
I'd tell a little more about how we started to spend all of our gifts, but that might be enough for another post...
Just some pine...
Also, Alison got a full-time teaching job at Caney Creek High School shortly after we returned home. Guess we're going to be that much busier from here on out!

Friday, December 21, 2012

Free at Last!

Well I had intended to update earlier, but stuff like life...or The Hobbit
..got in the way.

My last ditch effort to obtain to a star ended in the disaster below. I got this off of eBay, and the seller didn't exactly make it known that this thing was tiny. I'm glad I have Alison to fix things up right!

Also, if you're in the Houston area during Christmas, some of the best lights I've seen can be found along Prestonwood Forest. I think they call it the Nite of Lites or something like that to protest English's superfluous consonants.

I'm going to be a counselor in the Sunday School presidency. I'm not entirely sure what that will mean except for having to be prepared every Sunday to teach teenagers. Alison has been doing this everyday, and she says it's not so bad. I dunno...

We'll be flying out to Tucson tomorrow to hopefully cooler weather. Never thought I'd say that!

Monday, December 17, 2012

Bless My Stars and Garters, It's Gordon's Birthday!

Okay, so it was Gordon's birthday yesterday, but we were too busy having fun to blog about it then.  Here's an update on recent shenanigans at the townhouse!



Sunday, Birthday Sunday!

The birthday morning started in good fashion with German pancakes
(thank you, Williams-Sonoma), some eggnog, and the opening of
just one birthday present.  It was a stormy December 16th in
Houston this year, so Gordon's first birthday gift was very
weather appropriate.  You can see him below wearing his new
digs just before gobbling up the pancakes. (I am sorry I didn't
get a good picture of the food. I was distracted by the handsome
man in the trench coat.)

Yum!
(Looking closely, you may note chocolate, boysenberry jam, and whipped cream on top.)

Next we got going on preparations for Gordon's birthday dinner selection: Kraft Magazine's Slow-Cooker Pork Cassoulet.  This is the fancy name for what is essentially a hearty three-pork stew including pork shoulder, crumbled Italian sausage, and bacon (the selection of which was somewhat inspired by this: Bibbity-Bobbity-Bacon).  The birthday boy re-named the main dish Tres Puercos (a far better name), as it paired nicely with the cake - a Triple Chocolate Tres Leches, also from Kraft magazine.  


Though our Tres Leches did not turn out as beautifully as this one, it was very tasty.    
We went to church and had a lovely Sunday with our ward, then hurried home for more birthday-ing. (Gordon also got a new calling for his birthday, but he can tell you all about that later.)  I had informed Gordon that we were having one, possibly two, friends from our old ward over for dinner to celebrate. So, we started getting hour'devours and some sides ready.  By the  time  we were done making olive tepenade, crustinies, and getting out various cheeses and chips, the whole kitchen bar was covered with food.  

I had started to put ice in a bowl when he asked me again how many people were coming. I dodged, and said, "Just a couple... maybe I'm over-doing it."  (Okay, so I lied. I figured, with the quantity of hour-devours  at most of the family Sunday dinners, I could believably get away with putting out that much for a small group.)

Shortly thereafter, the doorbell rang.  Gordon answered and found the two friends I had mentioned... and seven more!  (I do believe he was successfully surprised, and I'll admit to feeling terribly clever.)  Everyone had a good laugh and dove into the fray, pulling out paper plates, serving dishes, salad, rolls, and other goodies brought by the surprise guests.  A good time (and perhaps too much food) was had by all!

After the Tres Puercos and Leches had all been eaten and cleared away,
and all the guests had gone, we finished opening presents and got to catch
up with some of the family.  Here are some more pictures of birthday fun!

Top Right: Gordon admires his new knife set. "Maybe I don't want a gun now!"
Middle Left: Playing with knives!
Middle Right: Making a call on with his Ooma!
Bottom Left: Birthday Cards!
Bottom Right: The Birthday Gift Umbrella! (There WAS a use for it!)




About that Star...

Some of your may recall, we have had trouble locating a simple, Christmas star to top off our Christmas tree. They all seem to be far too big, too glitzy, or too small to work.  We were really excited when we thought we had found a solution on e-bay, but it was not exactly what we were looking for.  (This is another story Gordon can tell you about later.) So, after calling one last Crate and Barrel only to find that they too were sold out of star tree toppers, I decided to take matters into my own hands. 
How hard can it be? 
 

One hour later...

And, Done! It's far from perfect, but it will certainly do for this year. Hurrah!
(Sorry, no garters.)

Also, some folks have been asking to see a pictures of the townhouse.  I'm happy to oblige! (The second floor will have to be shot another time, as it is currently experiencing some organizational difficulties.)

A Quick Photo-Tour!

Welcome to our entry way!

Observe, our dining area!

... and some creative use of spare decor and space.




Adjacent to the left, you will note our kitchen. 





Come on in and see what's inside!


Keen observers may find their own contributions amongst our kitchen accouterments!

Let's go back to the hall!

Here you will note the hall closet, and the door to the half bath just past the stairs.  Directly across from the half bath is our highly functional little wet-bar.  We're fond of filling water glasses here when feeling too lazy to walk all the way to the kitchen.  It's also a handy little storage space.


 

Welcome to out living room! We're fond of it.  

Aren't you?



Below is the view from our couch, on which we hope all of you will one day sit! 

(But, you know, not all at once.)



I could take you all upstairs...















... but I think I'll go have some cheese on toast instead.



Have a srumptulescent day! 

(I know I am.)