Here are a few pictures of my epic birthday celebration. Mom, Dad, my sister Michelle, her husband Dave, my niece Rebecca and I started the fun on Friday night. We started the evening with a movie remake of the 1960's popular television show, Get Smart, then dinner at the Olive Garden.
Rebecca told the waiter in her most grown up voice that she wanted spaghetti. She didn't even have to look at the menu. She specifically asked for meatballs in the spaghetti and I commented that I never take my spaghetti without them. Mom reminded Rebecca that meatballs were really cows, even demonstrating the "moo" factor, which was enough for vegetarian-wannabe Rebecca to eat all the way around the single large ball of meat.
In the musical, "Into the Woods," the Cinderella's father has a line that states, "the closer to the family, the closer to the wine." With Rebecca, the closer she realizes what she is eating comes from a cow or a chicken, the farther she will distance herself. She has been known to rip a hamburger apart and only eat the bun. Quite determined for a four year old.
In the musical, "Into the Woods," the Cinderella's father has a line that states, "the closer to the family, the closer to the wine." With Rebecca, the closer she realizes what she is eating comes from a cow or a chicken, the farther she will distance herself. She has been known to rip a hamburger apart and only eat the bun. Quite determined for a four year old.
In the morning, we packed for an adventure. Dad stayed home to do some covert planning (covert = sneaky. Po-tay-toe/Po-tah-toe). The rest of us met at Doug and Emmy's for their incredible scones. It was fun because Josh was planning to make scones that same day in Germany.
For the past several years, I have enjoyed a birthday adventure trip to Bear Lake. For those of you who may not be familiar, Bear Lake is a large body of water in the northeastern corner of Utah (not the northeastern part that includes Vernal. I mean the other northeastern corner of Utah.). Most the lake is in Idaho, but real people stay on the Utah side. Been to the Idaho side lately? Well, I guess you can re-apply for "real person" status. Applications for 2009 inductees will be accepted starting in September. Lol.
The water of Bear Lake has minerals suspended in it that hit the sun just right and make it look an amazing turquoise color. Unfortunately, I don't think the pictures give credit to the actual beauty of the lake. There is folklore about the Bear Lake monster, a cousin to Scotland's Loch Ness monster (or is it the same monster who swims between the two bodies of water through underground tunnels? Some say everyone needs a summer and a winter home.)
The trip is approximately 2 1/2 hours drive through beautiful mountains. On the way, we always stop at the Cox honey stand and Gossner's cheese factory in Logan. Cox Honey has samples of their various flavors (the fruity-berry variety was my favorite), though Dave ended up only buying a lot of fudge. Their salty-nut roll fudge was SO good. Yes, mom. I only had a little of the salty stuff. Their rocky road fudge was also incredible. They also enjoy friendly conversation, so if you go, tell them I sent ya'. Again, no discount for knowing me, but some times the best things are worth paying for. =)
The shallow water also means it is much warmer than the rest of the lake. The sun has an easier time of
This year we were smarter than before (comes with old age I guess) in that we stopped and bought a paddle. It helped me feel a little more in control of the chair than previous years, though steering proved to be a fruitless endeavor. This is me just trying to get situated without flipping over (which happened, but later without the courtesy of film evidence). The Bear Lake photos usually act as a wake up call for my health. Can you believe how BIG I am? I don't suggest clicking on the picture of me as the size may crash your computer. Since we frequently go to Bear Lake for my birthday, I have a series of pictures that remind me how fat I've become.
The Good news: I'm just about as fat as I was in past years.The Bad news: I'm just about as fat as I was in past years.
Overall, we had a great day playing in the water. The weather was absolutely perfect. Some years wind tries to blow away all the inflatables, but not this time. Due to an accident on the road, we arrived later in the day than usual, which was WONDERFUL. Most of the crowd had already left (or the gas prices kept them away in the first
place), so we didn't have to compete for a great spot. Even Dave, my brother-in-law, was getting into the fun. Although Rebecca enjoyed floating on the Root Beer bottle and with me on the chair, she largely enjoyed playing in the sand with Grandma.
As the sun was getting tired, we packed things up (key to deflation is again, not about lungs or lips, but about the hands). The warm shower felt SO good. I loved this shot of the sun shining on the wet beach. Thanks to all those who decided to go home so I could take the picture without people interruption. It was a quiet, solitude-filled moment that I enjoyed before the long ride home.
Do you remember all that nonsense earlier mentioned about being fat? And how the Bear Lake trip is a wake-up call for my health? Well, that started the next day when I actually looked at the pictures others had taken of me. Yes, I knew (and know) I'm big. Didn't need the picture to see that. My point is, even if I am too heavy for even the scale at my doctor's office (remember my recent visit due to a certain series of spider bites?), a trip to Bear Lake is NOT complete without stopping for a shake at the Quick '
We lumbered back onto Michelle, Dave and Rebecca's street just a few minutes to midnight. What a fun filled day! Not wanting to let a moment of my birthday waste, we went in for cake and ice cream. Michelle and Rebecca picked out the cake. I love the whipped frosting. Unfortunately, I was very tired and my aim was a bit off. No, I didn't spit on the cake, but also failed to blow out all the candles (four, not 38 if you wondered) in one breath. I was largely out of breath after blowing up the floating chair. That and I still think they may have been trick candles. Anyway. It was a lovely gesture as they believe no one should have to buy their own birthday cake. Rebecca slept through the cake part, but then again, I think we all did. Did I mention the diet started the day afterwards? Birthdays are not a time for diets.
I dropped mom off in Woods Cross on the way home. Even though it was well after midnight by the time we arrived, my dad had stayed up waiting for us. While we were out and about all day playing, he had gone to get me some new clothes and wanted to help me celebrate. That was very thoughtful. Thanks, Dad.
This chapter of memory lane has been long and anyone making it thus far in one sitting should be commended. I didn't write it in one and I don't expect you to have read it in one. Maybe you lost interest about time we left the Gossner cheese factory. In any case, this blog has helped me relive the day over and over. It will hopefully afford those of you unable to attend in person the same opportunity. Thanks for reading about my special day.
1 comments:
Looks like you had a great time! The pics look really nice.
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