Monday, September 8, 2008

Shoulder Pain


After putting off the inevitable for far too long, Mike had shoulder surgery in Mid-August. I hung out with him in the surgical center - even though we wer a little late getting in, the surgery itself didnot take long - or at least no extra time (unlike that horrible wrist surgery lo' so many years ago.)

Now, September, Mike has regained full use of his shoulder, without any more pain. Yep, he's back to his full time teasing self. Pity me, please.

80's Indulgence

In August, Mike, myself and our friend Anthony went to see some 80's bands perform at The Depot in the Gateway. The concert was orginally scheduled for Usana Amphitheatre, but the sales were low, so it was moved. Mike and I were admitted early, during the band check, so we scored awesome seats in the balcony, directly in front of the stage.Here is ABC,
Belinda Carlisle (sans the other Go-Go's),
The Human League (with a key-tar!)
And the origal singet of Naked Eyes.

Help! Police!


In July we were also able to take the kids to see Elvis Costello and The Police. It was a pretty good concert. I don't really know any of Costello's newest stuff - he has never stopped performing, I guess.

Sting seems to have lost the upper register of his voice. But, the concert was still a treat.

California Redux

At the end of June, Krista and I took a road trip to Anaheim for the ALA convention. We spent parts of four days in the Magic Kingdom and even had Corrina with us for parts of two days. SHe was overwhelmed by the convention, but had a great time in D-land.
Here I am with Orson Scott Card. His line was VERY long, so we only had a couple of minutes to chat. I don't know whose line was the longest - his, Dean Koontz or R.A. Salvatore.
Here is Krista with lauren Myracle. They balancing Lauren's latest book on their heads.
The boys joined us just in time of Corrina's birthday. Mike came from SLC, but Tyler joined us from Berekely, where he did a summer engineering camp. He said he enjoyed the med camp kids better than the engineers. I talked everyone into going down to the beach for photo ops.
Can you find the stranger in this picture? He was happy to take a group photo for us, but he wanted his picture taken with the kids. Why not!
ANd here are Tyler and CHristian trying to hurt Colin. Split, Colin, split! Afterwards, the boys flew back to SLC and Krista journeyed home again. If I had been able to drive straight through, we would have beat the boys home that day. But I hit the wall in mid-Utah and had to stop for the night.

Hello Mexico

As soon as school got out for the summer, Mike swept us away to Mexico. We disenplaned in Puerto Vallarta, taxied to a small dock at Punto de Muertos in the south end on the city and took a 45 minute boat ride to a very quiet little bay.
This picture is from outside our rooms. Each set of rooms is two large rooms under one roof. Each side has its own shower, so you could have strangers sharing your hut, but we just had the children. In order to get to the village, we had to walk across that stretch of beach every time.
This is how the locals get stuff from the village to the resort. I wish I had had a private donkey to take me back and forth across the beach!
Her ewe all are outside of our hut. We had a nice porch; Tyler had a great time playing with all of the different sizes of crabs constantly scuttling around. We even found one inside our shower one morning.
Here are my feet haning out onthe beach. Tyler liked the hammocks slung under private awnings.
This is one of two docks in the bay. Every evening this group of people would come and fish off the pier. Pretty much every person that worked at the resort lived up the river that projects from behind the bay.


Here inside the kids room. The only things you can't see are the chest of drawers with closet bar and the bathroom/shower.
Here is Tyler with his cusins in El Segundo. The second day of our vacation he stepped on a bee and it didn't heal well. He was swell, instead. So, we cut things short and headed back to the US.

Graduation Day


This picture is actually out of order. Krista's graduation from 8th grade was before Mom and Dad's return from thir mission. But I am so far behind now that I am not surprised that I made the mistake.

This is Krista with her friend Stephanie Metherall.

During graduation, they called students up in groups to accept different kinds of awards. Brainiacs, Model-types and I don't remember really any more of the categories. Krista's group was the Pyromaniacs. Not because they like to start fires, but because whenever they are around, foreworks are sure to happen. I don't know about the other kids, but that certainly fits Krista to a "T".