Titanic sank...

...and 83 years later on the same day Harland and AnnaBeth wed in this beautiful temple. So on the 100th anniversary of the Titanic sinking and our 17th wedding anniversary we went back to commemorate where we began.

Then later we went to one of my other favorite San Diego places.

Rolled tacos.

 Carne asada nachos.

 Oh yeah.

 Of course Harland always has to be different.

 Ours was better....clearly.

What I did NOT do this summer

Labor Day weekend is coming up which unofficially marks the end of summer (nevermind that me and all three of the kids are already back in school) and since Memorial Day we have had many blogworthy life events (not the least of which was my 40th birthday - gag) and yet...I've only blogged about the garden at my dad's house. {sigh}

Well, I promise to make up for it.

In the meantime, the other thing I did not do this summer...lose weight. I had all these lofty goals of swimming with my kids 4 days a week and going entire days where I only ate vegetables. Psh. I was too busy not being busy. On the other hand, I had a professor at BYU (Rulon Dean Skinner) who always said if a goal isn't written down then it's a wish. Guess those were just my wishes for the summer.

Well, I'm writing my weight loss goals down now. Heaven help me. I started a blog. No, not this blog. This one is old and about my family and only for people I know/love to read. A blog with two of my girls about weight loss. We're sharing our goals, our progress, our hard times...we're sharing everything. We're a little more public over there, so we're using code names (guess who AB is?!), but I would love if you would check it out and leave comments! I need all the support I can get in this battle...and it'll give you something to read until I catch up on my family blog!

www.scalematters.wordpress.com

39...for the first time

I'm not one to lie about my age. I say embrace your age...well, in theory. Last week, Rachel, my BFF, turned 39 (sorry to out you, sista). We had a rip roaring weekend where she got to eat whatever she wanted and not make any plans (yes, this is what is exciting to us these days)! Tomorrow is my turn. We're grilling (after church) and will have a fairly mellow "party" with just my family hanging out...like most Sundays around here.



I'm not against turning 39, but I'm not looking forward to it either. With some introspection (I didn't make that word up. I have a big vocabulary...or maybe I heard it on The Big Bang Theory) the thing that bothers me about being 39 *sigh* is that my next birthday...oh, I don't know if I can say it...I'll ...turn....*choke*....FORTY! 365 days until I am in my forties.

Why?! Why does it bother me so? My wonderful grandmother, Beth Fenton, used to tell me all the time, "Don't get old, dear. It's awful." Thanks, Gram.

But what am I worried about? 40 isn't old! I have friends who are in their forties. Fabulous, cool, funny, women who I admire (or is it "whom" - whatever). So, next year I could celebrate my 2nd annual 39th birthday....

...but instead I have 365 days to embrace the milestone that is coming my way. If I'm going to embrace it then I want a big party. I'm not talking a couple of my close friends at Chili's either. I'm talking throw down, all out, everyone I know is invited celebration of AnnaBeth.

Next year. Put it on your calendar, especially, if you are one of those women I love in their 40s (and if you are reading my blog, then I love you). I want every wonderful woman in her 40s that I know to come and share your secrets, share all the things you love about your age.

June 6, 2011.
Party.
My house.

My Beautiful Grandma Marjorie

This picture is from a *few* years ago, but it's me and my Grandma (pictures of her are few and far between). She passed away today at the age of 89. Miss you already!