Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Amy Barry is entitled to this post



The Harwards were a big influence on me and my entire family in the formative Glendale years (1986 to when I moved away from home in 1994). I believe that everyone who spent time in the powerhouse ward of Glendale 7th would say the same. Big family; really smart; super talented; famous mom; generous dad; vocal; the knowers of all that went on. 

Amy was the oldest of the second half of Harward kids and I was always a little intimidated: by her height and beauty, her best-friendedness to my older sister, and her sarcastic sense of humor. I'm over it now, though. I think she's cool, just plain and simple. My freshman year of high school, Amy drove me to seminary every morning in her brother's convertible with Yaz blasting. Yes, Yaz. I don't think anyone before or since has loved Yaz as much as this girl. Or even knew they existed. Let's take a Yaz appreciation break, shall we?



Amy now lives in Washington and is the mother of five. She and her husband adopted one of their kids when they saw an opportunity to help, and I think they're rad because of it. She started a blog at the beginning of this year and has attacked it with full ferocity: never missing a day of posting despite many many days of tremendous pain, a hospitalization, and heavy doping. I would say she's committed.

Yes, that's a good summation adjective to describe my friend Amy. She is committed: to her husband, her kids, her blog, her religion, her siblings, her curly hair, her Yaz. Do you want to see a picture of her really nice neck?

Thursday, February 19, 2009

Tip of my tongue

Tonight I was telling Steve about my statistics lab, and how my 30-something comrade Bryn and I are the only ones who will open our mouths AT ALL. To answer a question, to ask a question, to read a question out loud -- whatever. We'll wait for a while in awkward silence while no one says anything, and then one of us pipe up to help the poor TA out with a response. None of the teens and twenty-somethings seem to think their silence is rude or in any way out-of-the-norm. They have no expectation whatsoever that they should be participating in our small group discussion.

SO, Bryn and I -- in our old-ladyish, momly wisdom -- have chalked it up to a generational thing. And I was telling Steve this, but I couldn't and still can't remember the word that I want to use to describe this generation of reticent college students. Help me? The word means: expectant that they are deserving of everything. It's killing me that I can't remember. It can be used to describe a generation, Americans, children who demand allowance, and so on. Refresh my memory and I will make my very next blog post all about YOU!

Much thanks.

Also, on an unrelated note, Bryn expressed a theory today that might have some credibility. Tell me what you think. It is that men who wear bowties are predominately Democrat or liberal in political views. Hmmm. The only person I can think of right off is my friend Lindy's husband Keith Johnson, and from what I know of Lindy, I think he safely falls in that category (whether or not he thought the girl he just met at church on Sunday would be posting his presumed political ideology on the world-wide interweb for all to consider). Bowties = Democrat?

Saturday, February 14, 2009

we are not pigs

I'm going to teach my kids to be clean(er) if it takes everything I've got.

I'm also going to throw things away with zeal and vigor.

I'm so sick of stuff everywhere.

How do all you, my clean friends and family members, do it?

I salute you.

Saturday, February 07, 2009

I recommend


Showing the dead rat in the pool to the visitors center's director, aka Mark Eubank the Weather Guy.

Here are some things I think you should do if you go to Oahu:

  • Stay on the North Shore. At least for half the trip. Rent a condo at Kuilima Estates at Turtle Bay, perhaps. Vrbo.com will get you there.
  • Eat at the shrimp trucks in Kahuku. Giovanni's is our favorite. Get the scampi.
  • Spend a day at the Polynesian Cultural Center. Do the luau and evening show, maybe the IMAX. You can hop on a quick tour of BYU-Hawaii and the LDS temple, or go there on your own another day. Very pretty.
  • Sing, "Oh, I'm going to the Hukilau. Huki, huki, huki, huki, huki, Hukilau." And then go to the Hukilau Beach for a sort of Hawaiian Provo/Mesa experience, if you know what I mean. Lots of one-piece bathing suits and big Polynesian college boys wrestling on the beach. Maybe you don't know what I mean.
  • Pick a beach, any beach. Don't settle for crowds. You can have a beach all to yourselves without much trying.
  • If it's rainy, chase the sun on the west (leeward) coast. It's most likely to be sunny and you'll get a cultural experience. Otherwise, you'll likely not go to this area, and that's fine.
  • Visit the beach at Turtle Bay. It's gated, but it's a public access beach, and they'll let you in for free. Snorkel here if you want.
  • Stop in at Ted's Bakery for delicious lunch to-go. Coolest (yet painfully slow) sort-of dive in the heart of surferville. Get the legendary pie! It's cool, really.
  • Go to Haleiwa lots and lots, mostly to eat: the greatest burgers ever at Kua Aina, shave ice at Matsumoto's (you'll know it from the line out the door; try it with ice cream or beans), most delicious Thai food at Haleiwa Eats, banana fritters and fried ice cream at Rosie's Cantina.
  • Waimea Valley is a very beautiful and pleasant walk, and rewards you with a swimmable waterfall hole at the end. (Lost alert! THE waterfall! You know, the dead bodies, and briefcase, Kate and Sawyer?)
  • Speaking of Lost, it's fun to look up filming locations and visit them on a drive.
  • Skip the Dole Plantation unless you're really into the tourist traps. Or if you want to see how a pineapple grows, which is sort of cool. If you do go, get the pineapple whip ice cream inside. Skip the maze, for heaven's sake!
  • Off the beaten path: stop in at Goodwill in Wahiawa for all your Hawaiian shirt and muumuu needs. THOUSANDS of them. Very cheap. Kind of a fun side trip when driving into town from the North Shore.
  • Pearl Harbor and the Arizona memorial is worth it. It's a sacred experience. The only free thing you'll do, besides the beach.
  • Really fantastically beautiful hike on the East coast, windward side. A place called Haaula --your guidebook will get you there. Sketchy at the trailhead, but persist! It is stunning. Plan on two hours or so.
  • The Halona Blowhole is fun to stop at. We saw a ton of whales not far from shore here.
  • Visit Chinatown. Eat at a restaurant where apparently the health code doesn't apply. Ups the authenticity factor, and the taste of the food.
  • Hike Diamondhead, although be prepared for millions of gnats at the top.
  • If you have a military ID, buy groceries (don't forget pineapples and souvenir chocolates) at Hickam Air Force base commissary. Your grocery bill will thank me, three times over.
  • Hit the Aloha Stadium swap meet on Wednesdays, Saturdays, or Sundays. Avoid buying souvenirs elsewhere at least until you've been here.
  • Go to church. I love to go to church on vacation to get a feel for the people.
  • Buy unusual fruits at roadside stands.
  • Really, just disregard this entire list and lie on the beach every day. Don't forget sunscreen and a good book.
  • Have so much fun! (That means you, Carrie!)
Anyone want to add anything? Please do!

Wednesday, February 04, 2009

Which is to say that my vanity is zerozerozero

Today. Sick sick sick. I never get sick. Except today.

Normal day. Although Photobooth shots are never flattering (of me).