Sup!? Summer Road Trip, That's What!

 

This pic describes it all...torture with a smile! Last week we took a huge risk and put our 193,000+ mile Plymouth Voyager (machine of wonder!) on several highways and sputtered along to grandma Lloyd's house in Boise, ID and then continued along on I-84 to grandpa Doug's cabin in Garden City, UT.

While in Boise, we had a lovely visit with grandma Lloyd and prayed over our mini-van in the VICU (van intensive care unit). Hey, don't judge. We made it 700 miles with only one need for a van repair. Believe me, we were counting this as a good omen! Of course, we told the mechanics not to look too close and not to wiggle anything that looked loose or unstable! As we left our van in the good hands of competent mechanics we savored the summer joys of: Pokemon hunting, school clothes shopping, movie watching, book reading and grandma Lloyd's cooking!

 We found Pokemon lurking around the Idaho Boise Mission offices.

We left our two day spa stay at grandma Lloyd's and traveled to...yes, the Middle of NOWHERE!

You guessed it, that is an alpaca- right in the middle of nowhere! Where else would you expect to see an alpaca, Interstate highway 84, that's where!

 This road trip was WILD! We saw sheep and pigmy donkeys too!

Anna- the animal whisperer

   

A petting zoo and a rest stop? Let me tell ya- this was no rest stop! There were NO restrooms and not even a garbage. It was literally a petting zoo off of Interstate Highway 84! This is what all epic road trips should include in their itinerary!

This was the most BEAUTIFUL thing I had seen since the cronut in Laguna beach-- THE scone from Angie's Restaurant in Logan, UT.

 A road trip would not be complete without taking in the clothing choice of the locals!

 Our road trip wouldn't have been complete without the Fireball of the Party- aunt Shannon! We were all thrilled that Shan and Weston were willing to drive up I-15 to join

 our adventures at Bear Lake with grandpa Doug. We explored the Minnetonka caves, invaded Raspberry Days Rodeo, ate raspberry everything and aunt Shanny used her "Appolo 13" ninja skills to blow up the ginormous inner-tube so the kids could create memories of dodging the Bear Lake monster as they rode in the wake of grandpa Doug's boat.

Want to feel like an American?! Head on down to your local rodeo. God Bless America and those Cowboys and Cowgirls! YEHAWWWWW!

My fears of the Bear Lake monster were put to rest when I captured a glimpse of these three cowboys ready to take on any mishaps during Raspberry Days.

We got off the lake and went straight back to grandpa's cabin to pack up- and who do we see? Josh, Ashley, two handsome boys and spot makes three!

We returned to Boise and before we left on Monday morning, Alan Bingham aka- nicest guy on earth, invited the kids to come and ride his horses, Trio and Sunday Girl.

As we drove away from Boise after a week of close quarters, sleepless nights and tried patience, I thought of the words of a wise leader, I heard speak twenty three years ago when I was a missionary for our church: "You will have more sorrows than joys but your joys will out weigh your sorrows." 

Word. Road trip-20-16.

Dare to Stand Alone

A month ago, I reported for jury duty at The Alameda County Superior Court in Oakland. The judge came down to the prospective juror room and shared the projected length of the trial. I opened up my planner to check my availability- (Because- you know what an exciting life I lead- hashtag: I wish!) and of course my calendar was...blank. Yep, blank. I immediately knew I was going to be selected. And I was.



During my four week brush with justice in action, I knew I would want to write a bit about my experience- but where to start? Then this morning, I realized Father's day was tomorrow and I had done NOTHING for my father, my step-father and even the father of our children. So my mind started making connections. Now, stay with me-- I'll connect the dots of jury duty and my dad in the end. Promise.


During the deliberation process of the case in which I served, I was often in the minority. At times, I was the sole juror that voted a certain way. I knew that might happen. And in the end, one of my fellow jurors- now, friend- asked me something to the affect: "Are you disappointed because the case didn't turn out the way you felt it should?" My answer: "As long as my voice was heard, I could accept the outcome."



Earlier this week, I mentioned to my dad I was serving on a jury. He was proud to announce he had served on a jury three times. Twice, he was selected to be the jury foreman. One of his cases, had been a criminal case. This particular case involved a suspected drug dealer- the prosecution, versus the local police department- the defendant, the charge- assault. Yes, you read that right. The drug dealer was accusing the police department of assault. In a criminal case, the burden of proof lies with the prosecution to prove the defendant's guilt. The guilt must be proved beyond a reasonable doubt. The verdict must be unanimous. My dad was convinced the police had assaulted the "bad guy". He was alone in his conviction. Eventually, my dad acquiesced and submitted a unified vote for the verdict.

In a civil trial, as in my case, the burden of proof lies with the plaintiff by a preponderance of the evidence-- meaning the evidence is more likely true than not. In our civil case, a vote of nine out of twelve was needed to submit a verdict. ( BTW- I love using that word: preponderance! It sounds so smart, right?! Just don't ask me to pronounce preponderance or any other word beyond three syllables!)


Jury duty ended late Thursday afternoon. Just in time to make it to my fourth child's eighth grade promotion. I talked to my dad the next day and admitted my vote was often contrary to the majority of the jury. And in the end, the court polled the jurors to confirm which way we had voted. We were asked, "did the verdict reflect your vote?" Eleven jurors answered: "yes". I answered, "no".  With empathy in his voice, my dad pointed out he had been in a similar situation. In that moment, I had an epiphany. My courage to stand alone was not mine alone...Thanks, dad.

Happy Father's day.

Carmel-by-the-Sea

  Remember that gift certificate Scott got me for my birthday? I put it to good use and booked us a day away in Carmel-by-the-Sea! Carmel-by-the-Sea is a beach village within the city of Carmel, CA. We landed a room in this enchanting B&B just blocks from the ocean.

The front patio and...

entry to our home for our get-away.

We had the opportunity to explore Tor House and Hawk Tower built by American Poet, Robinson Jeffers. He built Tor House in 1919 and started construction on the tower in 1920.

In order to construct the tower, Robinson Jeffers hauled and rolled stones from the beach below. Mr. Jeffers built the tower as a refuge for his wife, Una and a play structure for his twin sons.

In case Scott was inspired by Mr. Jeffers display of affection by constructing a stone tower taking four years; I reminded him, a diamond from Tiffanie's only takes 30 seconds to purchase.

 

The view of Tor House from the top of Hawk Tower.

The Tor House and me.

Window shopping on our way to dinner... Again, I reminded Scott a stone tower was not necessary; either one of these hats would do.  I'm sure all would agree, a hat is more manageable than a 500 pound boulder.

On day two, we explored Point Lobos State Natural Reserve.

"The Whalers Cabin". The docent reveal this structure was not really a "Whalers Cabin" but a shelter in the 19th century for Chinese fisherman. Although, whale bones were used as joists in the flooring of the cabin.

Scott and the Sea

Carmel dweller wannabes

In addition to our deli-lunch picnic on a bench in town, this was

my favorite dinning experience during our get-away: Rocky Point Restaurant. The view was extraordinary and the food wasn't too shabby either!

Another great view at Rocky Point Restaurant- toffee pudding.

After eating the toffee pudding and a quarter pound of fudge from "The Cottage of Sweets", this is a picture of me in my bikini.

Carmel-by-the-Sea was a magical two days, but my heart sang more when we came home and discovered the kids had done their chores and made us brownies. I also spied an apology note from one of the children to their other siblings. I adored Carmel, yet I identify with an inscription in Mr. Jeffer's Hawk Tower: "Why leap ye, ye high hills? this is the hill which God desireth to dwell in" 

Psalms 68:16

Spring Break Twenty-Sixteen

Laundry from the dryer is on top of the dinning room table. Left-over dinner dishes are in the sink and on the counter. Three of the kids are surrounding "my" electronic tablet watching You-Tube. It's 10:21am and we are all still in our pajamas. Spring break, day three.

Yeah- we know how to rock Spring Break! From my last post, I'm sure the reader has determined the Lloyd family would not be making it to Hawaii this spring break. Truth be told, kids don't need much to be entertained. (Me, of course, wouldn't mind a little Hawaiian va-ca!) At any rate, I believe we are all enjoying the slower, non-committal pace of our twenty-sixteen spring break.

This year, spring break started off legit, with a week-end of viewing General Conference from our church leaders. Every six months, our prophet, apostles and general leaders of our church share the word of the Lord meant just for our day. Through General Conference our faith grows and our belief in the Lord and His goodness is strengthened. The beautiful thing about conference is although the majority of the speakers are using eloquent language even the young can understand a message meant specifically for them through the whisperings of the Holy Ghost. This year, General Conference was translated simultaneously into ninety-two languages. http://www.mormonnewsroom.org/article/what-is-general-conference

On Monday, we went to Santa Cruz and spent the entire day on the boardwalk. Making sure the kids were in pairs with a cell phone, I managed to escape the smell of deep-fried Oreos  and walked along the coast line. I envied the agility of the enthusiastic surfers.

Not me

Of course, our Sarah was not with us. She is continuing her service in the Little Rock, AR mission. However, with Sarah in our hearts and garlic fries in our stomachs, we ate funnel cakes, crab cakes, 1/3 pound hamburgers, and walked the length of the pier down to the Dolphin Cafe in her honor.

Sadie, Natalie and a $160 Pickachu

Dreams came true on Monday, as each kid won an equivalent of a $1.50 stuffed Pikachu for a mere $15.00. Ahhh- to be a Carni.

We are still recovering from the sugar and sun overload. But spring break or not, we'll have to shower and eat something not dripping in frying oil at some point...maybe.

Anna, Max and Waddles

My friend, Egret

Me in my bikini

Happy Spring Breaking.

MoneyMoneyMoney

As all two of you know, Scott and I married at 37 and 30 years old respectively. Scott had a Master's degree, a six bedroom rambler in suburbia and was co-owner of Alta Technology. (Scott and a buddy started their own computer company and worked out of his friends basement for a year. During that first year, Scott took no pay.) What I brought to our marriage was a bit less in monetary value, I had a MFA, a hand-me-down Ford Festiva and two suitcases.

I was thrilled at the thought of not having to put a husband through school and living hand to mouth. I shouldn't have put that thought out into the universe. Because... fast forward ten years into our marriage, we were unemployed for about the fifth time, sold our 3,000 square foot, crown-molding-galore home in Boise and moved into 950 square foot institutional, steel door, indoor/outdoor carpeted student family basement apartment (Two years later, we moved our family of seven into 750 square feet!) and Scott entered a PhD program in Computer Science. So much for not having to put a husband through school and living hand to mouth!

Six years after Scott started the three year PhD program, he finished and landed a job, in you guessed it---Nor Cal at Lawrence Livermore National Labortory.  And like other families having experienced the bare essential living of graduate school, we thought we were going to have so. much. money! Wrong.

First of all, we moved to the Bay area. As of August 2015, the average price of a home was $661,000. Yep. Might as well be a bazillion dollars!

Second, Lawrence Livermore National Lab, Scott's employer's principal sponsor is the National Nuclear Security Administration, Department of Energy.  Meaning, Scott works for the government. AKA: NOT a "Google" salary.

Third, We have five ever increasing expensive children. Sarah is serving a mission for our church $. Anna is starting Utah State University in the fall $$.  And Max, Natalie and Sadie keep growing out of their shoes $$$!

What all of this means is: we are driving the same cars since Sarah was born. We are renting a house and we're seriously entertaining binding our children's feet so they can wear the same shoes for 3 more years. jk. sort of.

Yet, I've learned a few things. Beginning with, the promise made by the ancient prophet Malachi is true:

Bring ye all the tithes into the storehouse, that there may be meat in mine house, and prove me now herewith, saith the Lord of hosts, if I will not open you the windows of heaven, and pour you out a blessing, that there shall not be room enough to receive it.

 We have always aimed to pay our tithing. (In our faith, we pay a tithe; one tenth of all of our increase is donated to the church.) One of the many blessing I have notice as a result of paying our tithing is: our cars have lasted! One might think, that a "windows of heaven blessing" would be two brand new cars. That would be nice but- I've noticed and believe the windows of heaven blessings are what E. David A. Bednar calls "subtle but significant".

For example, a subtle but significant blessing we receive is the spiritual gift of gratitude that enables our appreciation for what we have to constrain desires for what we want. A grateful person is rich in contentment. An ungrateful person suffers in the poverty of endless discontentment.

Throughout these post-graduate years, it is confirmed: we clearly don't have a whole lot of money, but we are rich.

Machines O' Wonder

This is the ceiling upholstery in the Prizm. Notice the upholstery is gone. This is styrofoam. It falls into your eyes.

Odometer reading on the van

The floor mats in the van. The van doubles as a horse trailer. Not really, but Anna brings home half of the barn floor.

Blog Shmlog

I struggle writing my blog. Most times, before I write, I feel liable to share some incredible insight, an impressive event or the pressure to be more clever than the latest late night talk show host. However, I rarely have an epiphany, an exciting adventure or any clever banter worth mentioning. What I've decided I do have are moments. I want to share some of those moments. And hopefully, approaching my blog won't be so apprehensive for me and for all four of you that follow my blog!

Readers- please know, not all of my moments are lovely. However, to be honest, I'll probably share more handsome moments than the real down and dirty moments we have every day. Because well...this is my blog and I like to read pleasing experiences to give balance to my less than pleasing experiences during the day.

As you know, my oldest daughter is serving a mission for our church in the southern states. She had a filling fall out of her tooth the other day.  A Memphian named Paige (say Paige with the long A- like the southerners. Don't you LOVE it?!) called me and informed me of Sarah's need to see a dentist. After working together, calling insurance and dentist's offices, we got Sarah set up for an appointment. This morning, Paige- St. Paige in my book called me again. She let me know Sarah had the filling fixed and all went well at the dentist. My heart melted. Someone is looking after my kid when I can't. What is more fabulous than that? NOTHING.

Another moment that brought sunshine to this gloomy January day was a birthday lunch for my friend Rene. Rene is easy to love. She is gentle,THE nicest person in the world and is a waiting to be discovered decathlon athlete. Rene stands ready to take on anyone and anything! If there was a time when we had to resort to pulling hand carts, I would want to be on team Rene! I treasure friendships- Rene's and other friends near and far.  A friend may well be the masterpiece of creation. -Ralph Waldo Emerson

My kids are home. And I am sure I'll have more "moments" before the day is through. But for now, I'll keep those moments in my heart.

San Bernardino and Your Core

Obviously, this is NOT me

Last year, I borrowed my daughters $99 Walmart bike and sported a pair of children's Halloween gloves inscribed with with the word, "Boo" to start training for a cycling event. My Olympic worthy cyclist friends stifled their laughs and allowed me to ride along. These gals deserve a medal for defying gravity and not tipping over at 3.5 mph! (that's about the speed I was going- for real!) Eventually, I invested in a proper road bike. I now own two jerseys and a  pair of those padded biker pants. (My kids call them baboon pants.) Soon after collecting my new riding swag, I went for a ride. I was feeling pretty smug in my fashionable riding gear, traveling along the vineyard lined Tesla road, giving the unifying nod to fellow cycling friends. Towards the end of my ride, I became aware of a creak, creak, creak and seconds later a grandpa in full-on fleece sweat pants on a 1980's 3 speed bike passed me. Whaaat?!

I've now learned two lessons from cycling 1. Do not disrespect grandpas in sweats 2. cycling kills my elbow! It's true, I have developed medial epicondylitis--tendonitis of the inside elbow--"pitchers elbow". Weird, right? One would think I would be struggling with knee pain or any other lower body pain. But nooooo- elbow pain it is. And I've learned why:

Medial elbow pain is due to lack of core strength and lack of scapular muscle strength, called the scapular stabilizers. Many of those who do CrossFit or who cycle are very strong and can perform many movements and very heavy lifts without being strong in these areas. Your body will find ways around the weak muscles and you will lift the weight and cycle the distance. The body is very good at coming up with other muscles to use in the presence of weak ones.

I continued to read... If there is a lack of core strength, then the scapula is unable to stabilize correctly—meaning that the hands and wrists are forced to work harder. The abdominals need to be solid before any extremity moves and if they are not, the body starts going down the chain looking for the stability. It will recruit the scapula stabilizers and if they are deficient, then the elbow and wrist muscles will start to have to work harder. This overuse will cause a tendinitis to develop. click to learn more

I know you are thinking, "this NorCal gal is reaching... what does her hurt elbow have to do with the recent San Bernardino shootings?!" Let me 'splain:

When I heard of the horrific events in San Bernardino and the related commentary, I reflected on what could be an answer to this continuing terror? Is it stricter gun laws, intensified vetting for immigrants, rigorous mental health checks? And then I thought about my tendonitis. (again, weird.) I thought about my initial course of action to reduce the pain of my elbow. I had taken the lion's share of Advil, I could get a cortisone shot, rest, ice, etc. But these actions would just ease the pain- temporarily. If I wanted to prevent further damage and enjoy cycling longevity, I had to do what Dr. Moore's article suggested--strengthen my core. And what is the core we can strengthen to decrease gun violence, terror and unrest? Our Family. We can not change the events around us or even prevent them from happening, but if we strengthen our family, we can be hopeful for a brighter tomorrow.  If we focus on the family--our core, the chances of you being the parent to a son or daughter that wields a AK-47 willy-nilly at the nearest mall is diminished.

So the next time you feel a strain in your appendages---body or community, take the advice of Dr. Heather Moore and strengthen your core. read Dr. Moore's article