It was neat to see Yellowstone in winter. And a lot less crowded. Snowmobiling is a fun way to see the park, although, from what our guide said, it may usually be colder and so possibly not as fun. It was a beautiful day, hardly any wind, and we stayed warm in our lovely rented suits and helmets.
I would recommend driving your own snowmobile, though. It was more comfortable to drive than to be the passenger.
We saw a beaver, river otters, elk, eagles, a coyote, a fox after a rodent, and, of course, buffalo. There were also bears and wolves in captivity. Here are some pictures - I'll try to limit myself to a few...
We were so worn out when we got back to the hotel, funny since we were on our butts most of the time. Stephen had made dinner reservations for that night so we couldn't laze about, though. I wish I had pictures of dinner! Seriously, the courses were arranged beautifully and in complementing dishes - different styles for each course. The colors were amazing. The food excellent. I didn't know a chef could really make that much of a difference, it really is an art form. The food became an experience in and of itself. Oh, and stuffed as I was (I couldn't eat all of the main course), I couldn't stop eating the dessert. Divine.
By the way, we ate at the Bar N Ranch. I don't think I would ever stay there, just because it was so, I don't know - over the top? It was uncomfortable in it's extremes of comfort and decor or something. I couldn't put my finger on it. The rooms even felt erie to me. Hard to be down to earth and be yourself in that atmosphere.
Anyway, I recommend this experience to you all. Something different to do with people you enjoy.
Tuesday, February 28, 2006
Monday, February 27, 2006
Balaclava finale
Here are the pictures of my balaclava. I used worsted wool-ease. It wasn't done in time for the snowmobile tour- I had a couple of inches bound off the last row of 480 stiches when we left Saturday morning.... It wouldn't have fit under the helmet anyway. It will get it's debut skiing Friday!
*o.k. so I haven't sewn in my ends yet. I don't want to. Maybe I never will....
Saturday, February 18, 2006
Balaclava
In lieu of Stephen setting up snowmobiling in Yellowstone for our anniversary, I thought I would knit myself a hat and scarf. Time, however, is getting short, so I decided on a balaclava, which is kind of both items in one. So I picked out this bright purple (no the picture doesn't do it justice), and I think it will be warm and hilarious to wear. Besides, I can also use it for skiing on the 3rd. So far it has been slow going. Can I finish in one week? Maybe. If you include drive time on the way to Yellowstone (about 5 hours?). I wonder how bad Stephen would be bugged.
Thursday, February 16, 2006
Happy late Valentines!
First thanks to Oliver and his mom! Cutest Idea!
So here was Valentines dinner (Stephen improved it later- he brought sparkling cider and flowers home with him):
One curtain mostly finished (I need to figure out the tie and decide wether or not change the bottom - when it is tied it will pull up the rod on the bottom if the curtain isn't wrapped around the side brackets). Hopefully I will get to the other ones sooner rather than later.
***thanks to Stephen for hanging the curtain rods!***
And, of course, a shot of 'the babes':
Friday, February 10, 2006
On the positive side
After finishing getting ready for the day, I came out of the bathroom to this.
Makes a mother's heart warm.And we came up with this cute idea for Ad's valentines.
Originally came up with these in order not to buy valentines (I don't know, sometimes when it comes to 'saving' money I'm an idiot). They are free (from scraps), only now we need to buy a treat to go in them... Anyway, at least she will have something original and hand made, and they are so easy and fast to make. I think they would also be great to put a gift card in for other occasions. Only seven or eight more to sew!
The boys? They get storebought Scooby Doo or something. There is only so much you can do, and these ended up really feminine cute like.
Thursday, February 09, 2006
some links
I just love this pillow. Of course she has the best place to display it.
My neighbors have this website, I love their clocks. I am going to get one sometime.
Also I found this great curtain idea. I am going to do something similar (I hope) in the family area off the kitchen using the same fabric as in the kitchen for the valance with the sheer white behind it.
My neighbors have this website, I love their clocks. I am going to get one sometime.
Also I found this great curtain idea. I am going to do something similar (I hope) in the family area off the kitchen using the same fabric as in the kitchen for the valance with the sheer white behind it.
Wednesday, February 08, 2006
Feeling better already
Today I was in a total slump (first excited to do curtains, only to find I really couldn't and will have to wait until Stephen has the time and inclination- so then slumped), and I couldn't bring myself to do anything. Just cleaning all the time seems so pointless and makes me wonder why- what is it we are supposed to learn from never ending laundry, dishes, 2 year old messes, getting after kids to clean up only to find it messier, peed beds and missed toilet seats... o.k. I'll leave it at that (oh, not to mention dirty diapers and stained brand spanking new clothes). Anyway, sometimes I wonder at my point of even existing when this is all I ever do. However, I took a minute to read blogs to quit wallowing and do something(!), and I am feeling a lot more 'good to go'. Thanks for your distractions, thoughts, and fun you share.
Anyway, here's the latest 2 year old mess (o.k., with help from the 4 year old), and I couldn't bear (so how do you spell that kind of bare, bear?) to take a picture of the kitchen, and family room, and chairs, and footprints, and cupboards....how they can do it even, I don't know.
It's o.k. you can laugh. At the time I did too. Thankfully. The other choice was go red in the face and blow smoke out my ears, yet that accomplishes nothing.
In case you were wondering it was baking cocoa - an entire can of it.
Anyway, here's the latest 2 year old mess (o.k., with help from the 4 year old), and I couldn't bear (so how do you spell that kind of bare, bear?) to take a picture of the kitchen, and family room, and chairs, and footprints, and cupboards....how they can do it even, I don't know.
It's o.k. you can laugh. At the time I did too. Thankfully. The other choice was go red in the face and blow smoke out my ears, yet that accomplishes nothing.
In case you were wondering it was baking cocoa - an entire can of it.
Tuesday, February 07, 2006
Gone with the Wind
So Scarlett wasn't and was as bad as in the movie. The book gives more insight into why she was the way she was so you almost sympathize with her. It is kind of like watching a willfull child make the wrong choices, you can't control them, but you know they are going too far, causing misery where it needn't be. It is really a good picture of human nature. She was right, yet she was wrong.
I guess I am too much of a romantic because I hate how it ends, leaves you hanging at that most depressing moment rather than after everything is put right. She, however, isn't giving up, which I can't decide whether that is a good thing or not. It seems admirable and better than wallowing in depression and fear, but on the other hand, her determination hadn't brought happiness in the past, quite the opposite. It left me feeling like there was no hope rather than otherwise.
The relationship with her last husband looks so familiar to our society now. I wonder how many divorces weren't really wanted, but pride and fear kept one or the other or both from opening up. One sign from one person would have been returned by the other, but always waiting on the other person to be first, because of fear, and perhaps control.
It is a great book really. It describes the search for happiness through money and excess, through selfish pursuits and ignorance of others. And not finding it. A search for safety and security only to find they were looking in the wrong places. Of not knowing what you have until you lose it, and hanging onto childish dreams to the point of losing what you have now. Lives being controlled and shaped by their own fears and desires of acceptance. It is a great illustration of the lack of freedom there really is in satisfying our selfish desires despite what the world tells us.
I also found it an interesting perspective on the south, the war, slaves and freedom. I had never seen it depicted this way. From this view there were no wrongs done to the slaves, they were cared for by their owners- nursed through illness and childbirth, clothed and fed- to the point that when freedom came they couldn't care for themselves. Many of the slaves staying with their owners because of love and respect for them. It shows the beatings and running down slaves with dogs,etc., as stories concocted by people who would benefit most by the mess that occurred from these rumors, and that the slaves that took off after freedoms were granted were usually "mean blackies" that had been weeded out from working in the household and sent to work in the fields. Who then preyed upon white men and women without consequence. It shows the KKK as men who were really defending their women and themselves,who couldn't act on it openly or ask for help from the law, for fear of being hanged. Like reversed racism perhaps. It shows that people in the north were more racist than those in the south in that they had never associated with "blackies" so they were uncomfortable around them, and many were condescending and thought of them as they would animals that couldn't think or hear.
Overall I found it an enjoyable, well written, piece of fiction.
I guess I am too much of a romantic because I hate how it ends, leaves you hanging at that most depressing moment rather than after everything is put right. She, however, isn't giving up, which I can't decide whether that is a good thing or not. It seems admirable and better than wallowing in depression and fear, but on the other hand, her determination hadn't brought happiness in the past, quite the opposite. It left me feeling like there was no hope rather than otherwise.
The relationship with her last husband looks so familiar to our society now. I wonder how many divorces weren't really wanted, but pride and fear kept one or the other or both from opening up. One sign from one person would have been returned by the other, but always waiting on the other person to be first, because of fear, and perhaps control.
It is a great book really. It describes the search for happiness through money and excess, through selfish pursuits and ignorance of others. And not finding it. A search for safety and security only to find they were looking in the wrong places. Of not knowing what you have until you lose it, and hanging onto childish dreams to the point of losing what you have now. Lives being controlled and shaped by their own fears and desires of acceptance. It is a great illustration of the lack of freedom there really is in satisfying our selfish desires despite what the world tells us.
I also found it an interesting perspective on the south, the war, slaves and freedom. I had never seen it depicted this way. From this view there were no wrongs done to the slaves, they were cared for by their owners- nursed through illness and childbirth, clothed and fed- to the point that when freedom came they couldn't care for themselves. Many of the slaves staying with their owners because of love and respect for them. It shows the beatings and running down slaves with dogs,etc., as stories concocted by people who would benefit most by the mess that occurred from these rumors, and that the slaves that took off after freedoms were granted were usually "mean blackies" that had been weeded out from working in the household and sent to work in the fields. Who then preyed upon white men and women without consequence. It shows the KKK as men who were really defending their women and themselves,who couldn't act on it openly or ask for help from the law, for fear of being hanged. Like reversed racism perhaps. It shows that people in the north were more racist than those in the south in that they had never associated with "blackies" so they were uncomfortable around them, and many were condescending and thought of them as they would animals that couldn't think or hear.
Overall I found it an enjoyable, well written, piece of fiction.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)