Thursday, October 28, 2010


Ever since we moved to Tucson, we've heard about this famous fast food place, eegees. Their claim to fame started with their frozen fruit drinks and now also includes their ranch fries. Apparently this restaurant has only made it in Tucson; they tried to grow into the Phoenix area and couldn't do it. Well, after hearing the locals brag and drool over the place for months, we decided to try it out...

We brought Becca and Mike along for the trial run.

I really need to put this delicately so as to not be disowned by the few Tucson native friends I have made, but I don't get the craze of this place.
The frozen fruit drinks are a mix between an icee and a snow cone (you need a spoon) and there's not much too them. I felt like I was just eating cold sugar and food coloring. We made the mistake of all getting a small instead of sharing and not one of us finished. We didn't try the ranch fries either; mostly because they look like those frozen accordion fries from Safeway with sour cream and baconbits on top. Anyways, before I say too much I'll just end by saying, sorry Tucson, but I don't get the hype.

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

San Fran!

I know I'm totally behind... San Fran was like 3 weeks ago. But it was too much fun to pass up a post! Besides the wedding, my favorite part about it was that for the first time in like 8 years (and the first ever time for me), all 7 of Ransom's siblings were all together in one place! Minus a few nieces, nephew and Jonah, the whole family was there. It made the trip so much more fun!

A lot of Ransom's siblings had never been to San Fran so of course we did the touristy things. We started out with the pier which was extra fun/noisey because it was also fleet week in the city. We could barely hear each other will all of those jets practicing over the harbor.

One of my favorite things about ocean cities is the large amount of salt water taffy. You better believe I stocked up on one of my favorite treats. I was especially pleased to find some that were fat free! My tongue literally hurt for days after discovering that little tidbit of knowledge.

Anyway, we had lots of fun walking the pier. I was totally prepared to be absolutely freezing after spending the past 3 months of my life in 90s to 100s but I was pleasantly surprised by the San Fran weather. I only wish I would have packed anything besides jackets.

My personal favorite part of the pier was the thousands of sea lions basking in the sun. For whatever reason, these docks are the ONLY acceptable ones to these creatures and it was hilarious watching them play king of the dock.

We had so much fun and the wedding was beautiful! It's so nice to have another sister-in-law! I only had one minor Jonah breakdown the whole trip which I thought was pretty good considering the content of the weekend. It doesn't seem fair that what is supposed to be the happiest times can be the hardest times. It's those celebrations and family gatherings that tend to make missing someone even harder. They make the void seem so much more obvious. I'm sure the weekend would have been so much harder if I didn't feel like Jonah was with us. I had hoped he wouldn't miss out on the family coming together and I really think he didn't. I am so grateful for him! What a special little guy he is!

Tuesday, October 26, 2010


Thanks to the lovely hard water in Arizona, for the past 2 months, our dishes looked like this...

But thanks to this...

Our dishes now look like this...

Wednesday, October 13, 2010


Alright, I admit it, I made a mistake.

This afternoon I took my 3 loads of dirty clothes out to our apartment laundry room and was dismayed to find that all 6 washing machines were taken. 3 were in use and 3 were done, but the wet clothes were still inside. Although annoyed, I decided to come back later. An hour later, I went back in and all 6 machines were open. I happily started my three loads and set my alarm for when to switch them. When I cam back, all six dryers were taken. Again, 3 were in use, and 3 had clothes in them, but were done. Seeing as it took up to an hour for this same person to switch their clothes from the washer into the dryer, I didn't know how long it would take them to remove their clothes. And what was I supposed to do with my three wet loads?
Now I'm not very proud of this, but I decided to take the three machines full of done, dry clothes, and place them on the clean counter nearby. (When I was in BYU housing, people did this ALL the time. And as annoying as it is when it's your clothes, you learn to set a timer and promptly get your clothes out when they're done.) Anyways, apparently this is NOT the culture of Tucson. When I returned to get my clothes from the dryer a few minutes too early, I found that one load of my clothes was sitting on the counter, wet enough to lead me to believe that they had been removed halfway through the cycle, another load was siting in the dryer with the door half open, not drying and letting the timer run out, and the third was still going. Lovely. I know it was inconsiderate of me to remove someone's clothes for them, and maybe I deserved it. But really? I hope this anonymous victim feels avenged. I kind of do too, because when I returned home to hang dry the rest of our clothes I found these:

Thursday, October 7, 2010

Just What I Needed to Start the Weekend Right!

Have you ever walked into your house all alone and thought, "it feels different in here..."? Well this morning, I walked in after dropping Ransom off and working out and felt that way. Then I noticed it was warmer inside and there were lots of reflections of light in places I had never noticed before. Then I saw it:

I immediately ran back outside thinking someone had broken into our apartment and was still inside. From the outside I got a better look

The landscaping crew was sitting outside in the shade near our apartment, so I went over and asked them if they had seen what happened. One of them spoke up and while almost giggling replied, "oh yeah... um, yeah, well when I was mowing the lawn beside your place I think a rock bounced off the blade and hit your door." Seriously!? Now don't get me wrong, I don't blame them for the rock, but are you seriously going to just relax in the shade and not tell anyone about it? What if we had left for San Fransisco yesterday and the door was opened the entire weekend! I walked over to the office to tell them about it and they called the glass repairman to come and fix it today. For now, I am packing for our trip (which I have to leave for in an hour and a half)in a 90 degree apartment with bugs and flies coming and going at their leisure. Perfect way to start our San Fran weekend! (but I'm not bitter!)

Tuesday, October 5, 2010


On Sunday I got to talk to my dad for a little while. He was telling me about a cool experience he had had while researching his family history. He told me about a picture he has of his great-grandma holding his grandfather in a white dress. His great-grandmother had only had this one child before she died of appendicitis at the age of twenty-nine. For whatever reason, a few days ago, my dad called the cemetery where she was buried and asked them to go look at her gravestone. When they went out there, they discovered that buried right next to my great-great grandmother was her baby girl, Luella, who had lived less than a year. It turns out that the picture of my great-great grandmother holding a baby in a white dress was actually of Luella; but no one had known about her.

One of the many reasons I've been writing about Jonah's story is the fear that this same situation would happen to Jonah. I was afraid that over the years, the people who knew the details of Jonah's life would pass away, and with them, Jonah. I didn't want to be one of the few people who Jonah could live through. What if something happened to me and Jonah became like the secret baby, Luella? I just couldn't handle that.

I'm now 72 pages into my book, and I've finally gotten to the point where Jonah is about to pass away. I have been procrastinating writing this part for about a week but last night, I knew I had to just keep going. It is SO hard to relive every detail of that day. I wish I could just skip to the peace I felt afterward and pretend that day didn't happen. But at the same time, I recognize that it is very therapeutic. I know that once I write it all down, I can let go of that part of Jonah's story a little bit. I'll know that that day, along with Jonah's whole story, is recorded on paper and will be passed on to anyone who wants to read it; regardless of what has happened to me.

I'm so glad that Luella was discovered. Now she can be sealed to her parents and her story can be passed down. It's funny how I never used to care about family history...