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As I mentioned in my last entry, the next few weeks are going to be crazy. Between work, writing, Girls Camp, and a holiday trip to go hiking, I may never sleep again. This past weekend I drove down to Roanoke for a conference entitled, “By Faith & By Reason: A Conference on Defending Marriage & The Family.” It was very interesting, and I learned quite a bit. The conference was co-hosted by the Family Action Council International (FACI) and the Public Theology Group. FACI’s board of directors includes several people with my last name. Needless to say, my family is very politically active, particularly when it comes to the subject of families, marriage, etc. It was fun to see several relatives and catch up on everyone’s lives. (As much as you can catch up in the quick five minutes you get alone with them.)
So I’m back from Roanoke, off to work, where things promise to be as busy as ever. We have lots of projects going on right now. Challenges are always welcome with m…

Too Tired to Blog Tonight

I'm too tired too blog tonight and I have nothing to say anyway. So rather than attempt to say something clever and witty I will just post some random pictures that are sitting here on my hard drive, all stolen from friends' websites. Enjoy.
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The beautiful view from Scott's house where we had the BBQ before polo.
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A horse is a horse, of course, of course
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Me and Amber at the BBQ at the Walkers
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Hanging out at the Nats game!

Overextended

I think I have finally found my limit. I am not known for saying no. This week's schedule is a perfect example of that.
Sunday- Father's Day- go to Fredericksburg, visit family
Monday- FHE- Luau at the Nursing Home, dinner with the sister missionaries
Tuesday- Pick up "Diets to Go," buy first aid kit, teach first aid to 18 crazy teenage girls before Girls Camp
Wednesday- Work a little overtime to catch up on everything I'm falling behind on
Thursday- I don't know who reads this, so I can't say whose surprise party I'm going to
Friday- Nationals Game!
Saturday- Drive to Roanoke for the Conference on the Family, and drive back
Sunday- Thats the day of rest, right?
Monday- work, FHE, etc
Tuesday- Girls Camp (oh shoot, I have to pack for that first, don't I?)- 15 mile bike ride, camp out
Wednesday- Girls Camp- canoe trip down the Shenandoah
Thursday- Work! (Sleep!)
Friday- Work! Leave for Adirondacks?
Saturday- Holiday weekend begins. Hopefully it will be spent…

Expensive Horses and Rich Men Who Know How to Ride Them!

Saturday evening was the long awaited polo excursion. Several friends, headed up by Tara, got together for an afternoon BBQ, and attended a polo match. Polo? Yes, polo! That sport where rich men in fancy knickers ride horses around a ring, and swat at a little ball. Other rich people sit in fancy chairs and call each other things like, "Your Excellence," and "Darling," while drinking fancy wines from plastic glasses, with their little dogs preening nearby. Behind these fancy people are the commoners, like us, who have come out for the spectacle of watching rich people watch rich people.
It was a lot of fun to watch the game as well as people watch. I think I will go back soon and take my mom and sister, and their little dog too. (Trixie, our pomeranian, will be in her element at a polo match.)
I think my favorite part of the evening was halftime. It was a real live dog and pony show! A fancy man in fancy knickers on a fancy horse came out with his thirty…

Who Let My Baby Brother Grow Up?

I got back from Texas on Friday morning just in time to drive to my parents' house for my baby brother, Scott's, high school graduation and 18th birthday. I'm not sure when he grew up. I'm pretty sure it was just last week that I graduated from high school and he graduated from kindergarten. We had a freshman in college and a first grader that year in our family. Now Scott is the freshman and my nephew Tell is off to start kindergarten.
All in all the graduation was entirely typical. I'll post some pictures of it when someone shares them with me. Scott leaves for BYU-I on Wednesday for summer and fall terms. That leaves little baby Stephie at home with Mom alone for the summer. Of course "Little Baby Stephie" is sixteen and can drive now, but it doesn't change the fact that she's the baby of the family. She will actually be spending most of her summer off at various summer camps, starting tomorrow. Which means Mom will be an emptynester…

Yahoo!

They turned my hockey arena into a church!

So tonight I am hanging out in the Holiday Inn Express Downtown Houston. I've been down here for the Prodefense "Beretta" day. I've learned a few interesting things today. First, the lessons, then the story. #1- Customer service really is everything. #2- Zoning is important. #3- Shoes are what its all about. #4- If I have to get up at 4:30 am., I'll be wide awake at midnight. #5- The weeks I think our column will generate a hundred responses, we get nothing. #6 (last but not least, if there is a girl in a Beretta shirt, wearing a Beretta lapel pin, standing at a table with 10 Berettas on it, she will undoubtedly be treated as if she knows nothing about guns.

#1- I had to pick up my rental car this morning. First, I had a reservation with Enterprise. When I made the reservation they told me I could use a debit card. And then today when I went to get the car, OOPS. They do take debit cards, but only for Texas residents who are willing to leave their first born chil…

What if Michael Jackson had been black?

I have a confession to make. I am/was addicted to all details emerging from the Michael Jackson trial. I am also addicted to a blog called the Achenblog from the Washington Post website. Joel Achenbach is one of my most favorite writers, and is truly entertaining. His blog today on the MJ trial was truly classic. To that end, I will post a snippet of his blog, and encourage you to go to his blog and read the rest yourself.

http://blogs.washingtonpost.com/achenblog/
What if Michael Jackson had been black?
The big question surrounding the Michael Jackson verdict is: Would he have been acquitted if he was black? Answer: Not a chance.
We still have two justice systems in this country. If you think a jury that had not a single African American member would have let Snoop Dogg or Ice Cube go free in this kind of situation, then you haven't been paying attention. They would have nailed Harry Belafonte.
If Michael Jackson had been a black defendant, this would have become a racial case. B…

Take Me Out to the Ballgame

As promised, here is my report on what a fabulous thing it is to go to a Nationals game at RFK. Saturday afternoon we had a mid-singles activity (which means its for all singles regardless of age, but we really hope the ones between 27-40 will come). First it was a BBQ at Steph's, followed by the metro into DC for a Nats game. When I first heard people calling our new team the Nats, I cringed. I'm still not crazy about it. But there are far too many things in DC that contain the name "National," so it is nice to differentiate them that way. And now I am a full blown Nats fan.
I admit I am still a baseball neophyte. I know very little, but I am catching on. What I truly love is crowd mentality and people watching. Since baseball moves so slowly, I can get plenty of this done and miss very little of the game. I love tradition, nostalgia, etc., which is what I think draws me to baseball games. There's a little tradition in college football still, but you miss that on…

The Path to Spinsterhood

It was another one of those weekends where everything revolved around Church and being single. Some days I am happier about that than others. Saturday we held our second "Singles Second Saturday" activity. We had a BBQ at Steph's house, followed by some of us going down to the Nationals game. (More on why I love being a local girl and finally having a local team to love later.) We had a decent turnout, maybe 50 people or so. (Only 7 of us went down the game.) And then today, Sunday, I had church meetings from dawn till dusk. I am still harboring several frustrations when it comes to the Single Adult program actually meeting the needs of the singles. Which is my way of saying that they are not meeting the needs, let alone even identifying the needs of the singles. In Arlington Ward alone we have 160 inactive singles and yet no one is doing anything beyond "Hey why don't you kids have a potluck dinner?" I think my frustrations go a lot further than…

Because we can

I just had one of those perfect urban nights tonight. Gwen and I went down to Glover Park in DC to the Grog and Tankard Bar to hear Chris Davies play. Gwen and I are not your usual bar hopping types, especially not on a school night. But off we went for a nice mid-summers eve, telling ourselves we were doing it "because we can." The music was great, and Chris put on a good show. (We even bought his CD). After that we spotted a little homemade ice cream shop, and had to endulge. Gwen had frozen yogurt in a cherry dunk, and I had a butter almond and mexican chocolate double dip. So good!!! As we left the shop we spotted a baseball game going on across the street. So we sat in the evening dusk, eating ice cream, and watching baseball. It was the perfect summer night!
On a completely unrelated note, Gwen and I were discussing our early less formative college years. We knew that we had graduated together from the same high school, but only knew of each other. We had…

More fun from the beach

Here's just a few more shots from the beach! Enjoy!
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A berzillion mormons hanging out at Whalehead Beach for the millionth year in a row.
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It appears to be a picture of Rachel, but I think I was actually trying to get a shot of Miss Gwen smiling in the background.
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Friends just hanging out in the living room!
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Possibly the least mature of the photos taken over the weekend. A pair of men's underwear randomly appeared on the top deck. We named them the "Mascot" and sent them for a little trip through the air, just to see if they would fly.
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Sometimes it is fun to get in the hot tub at 2 am with your friends. And sometimes you can get hungry at 2 am in the hot tub with your friends. Which is why Tyler is eating Krispy Kreme in this picture. No one else ever knew that we had bought donuts for breakfast the next morning, as they were all consumed in the hot tub that night.
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Tara discovered that sometimes it gets a little hot in the hot tub. So she and I would yell up to the third floor for someone to bring us down cold Sprite. I'm sure the neighbors appreciated that at 2 am.
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Gwen brought some pretty high tech tools to build her sandcastle
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Karl building his castle, complete with moat.
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Help! I'm being held prisoner in Karl's sand castle

A Little Family Time

The following are a few of the pictures from my family's visit to the beach house. We had a good time hanging out in the hot tub, taking very fast jumps into the pool, running back to the hot tub, etc. I loved getting to hang out with my nephews for a few days. And the sister and mom time wasn't half bad either. Porter, age 4 months, hasn't really started to look like anyone too much yet. But bears a slight resemblance to Tell. Dallin, age 3.5, looks more and more like his mother every day. And I think Tell is starting to look more and more like me. Check out the kid's droopy right eyelid, crooked smile, and chin. He may have his dad's nose, but I think the rest of him looks a lot like me. Any comments??
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Tell and Dallin are smiling goodbye to Aunt Boogers. The cat D is holding is "Chalk." Is it really that surprising that a kid named Tell has picked the names "Aunt Boogers" and "Chalk?" (Natalie- compare this pic of T to me.)
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How pretty is my mom??
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A little sister's self portrait.
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Just a little bonding time with Porter
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Natalie says that when you scrapbook you should take pictures that show emotions of the day. I think Dallin is showing his emotions pretty well here.
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We drove up to the 4x4 area to find the wild horses. We never saw the horses. But we did have fun getting stuck in the sand. Steph hung out of the window to get a little fresh air. Mom did the same thing, and lost her hat. If you look close you can see the hat as it just happened to fly past the window!
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The view from the car as we sped down the beach.
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I don't think the boys felt entirely comfortable with Steph driving the Suburban on the beach.
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Who doesn't love little baby bums?
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I love this picture. Dallin's shorts had little drainage holes in them to let the water out. We found it very funny to hold him up and drain him.
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The fam in the hot tub
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Dallin really enjoyed the hot tub. He called it his bath. He put on his goggles, turned on the jets, and spent a lot of time under the water.

Cock a doodle doo

You know its going to be an interesting day when you can't pull into the office parking lot because a rooster is in the middle of the road, and his crowing and puffing up give you the distinct impression that he's telling you off. Maybe this is one of the perks to working in Accokeek. You just don't see enough roosters in downtown DC.

Sunday Night Thunderstorm?

Its been a nice quiet weekend, just the way I like it. I did my usual Saturday thing (after getting home from the beach late Friday night). I like my Saturday routine- go to the chiropractor (I like to pretend this is my weekly massage paid for by health insurance), do a little shopping, and then go for a nice long walk. Generally I walk up to the Court House area, where there are lots of little cafes where I can have lunch. There is also an outdoor flea market where I can look at fun stuff, but have never wasted my money. I sit in a little cafe, eat my lunch, read a book, pretend I am in Europe again, and then go to the movies. My favorite part about all of this is that I can walk to all of it. Walking makes me feel more like part of the community, even if my so-called community is one of the highest turnover neighborhoods in the entire area. Most people never live in this part of town beyond the length of lease. But I love to pretend there is community here and that somehow…
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Tara and Scott in the sun.
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Hey look, its the group shot- again.
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I swore I wouldn't post any pics of me in a bathing suit, particularly the red one. (The black looked better on- really.) But I had to at least post this pic of me playing with fire. I love fire.
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Gwen building a mighty fortress in the sand.
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Sand Castle Wars with Karl and Gwen
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Another beach sunset.
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Ladies by the Ocean, deep in thought
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Ladies of the Sandcastle
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Georgina, Rachel, Karl, and Gwen
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One of the funniest parts of the trip was looking out at our driveway/parking lot. At one point we had 21 cars out front. And I'm still not sure that was all of them.
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A girl has got to have internet access! Even if it means sitting on the floor in the boy's rec room (home to 8 guys sleeping on the floor) just so she can get online!!
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The Pearl at Sunset (isn't it pretty?)
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Have you ever looked at a picture and wondered what on earth was going on in the background? Great picture of Nate, Bryan, and Suzanne. But what the heck was I doing??

Tales from the Beach (or 7 years to call a girl)

Sunday afternoon here at the beach was pretty uneventful. Naps were being taken around the house (and with 30+ people in the house that meant in beds, hammocks, and in various places on the floor), a few board games were taking place, Karl was holding Sunday School in the basement, and people milled about the kitchen grazing on food. It was at this point when Geoff came up to me and said he had something to show me. I sat down at the table as he ran off to get something.
He came back and sat down with me and pulls out his wallet. For a second I thought he was showing me his driver's license or a picture of him with hair. "See look! I did have hair! Its not my fault I am old and bald!" But instead he pulled out an ATM receipt. "Aw, Geoff. Its okay, not even bald guys have to show their ATM receipts to impress a girl."
But then I noticed that the receipt was seven years old, had an account balance of $20, and when I turned it over it had my name and phone number on…

Captain's Blog #3

It is early Thursday afternoon and I am enjoying a bit of quiet time in the rain. I have been typing away, working on "Way Beyond Perfection" since late Wednesday night. My mother, sisters, and 3 nephews came down late Tuesday and left late Wednesday. We visited the beach, played in the hot tub (which Dallin, 3 yrs old, calls the "hot bath"), drove up to the 4x4 only area, in our car without 4 wheel drive, drove on it anyway, with Stephanie (who has only had her license 2 months) at the wheel. The inevitable happened after about 10 minutes of driving on the sand up to the wild horse preserve. The McBurban (the family suburban) bottomed out in the sand, and we had to rely on some very nice men with no shoes in a big red truck to help us out. After that little experience, I took over at the wheel and drove us back to the real roads with Mom and Steph sitting in the windows, hanging out into the wind. I am sure it will take Natalie years to explain to her boys why it …
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My favorite picture- 4 guys taking pictures of 3 girls.
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Another version of the group shot
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Karl and Tara
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Georgina and Tara
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Gwen and Tara
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Kevan and Tara
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Trevor and Tara- one of many of her self-portraits
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Karl taking a picture of Tara. Hey Karl, don't forget to send me that picture!
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More beautiful horses on the beach
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Wild horse preserve area
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Tara and Cammi show off the view of the beach area
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Otso and Kevan making lunch after church. Yes, mormons go to church even when on vacation and their parents aren't looking!