Thursday, July 16, 2015

our secret vacation

I have this text from Terry saved in my phone dated April 21, 2015:
"Hey Hunny Bunny! Got a surprise for u!!! We, u and me, will go on a trip July 1st and will get back home July 4th or 5th. Destination: secret!!!"

You can imagine my excitement. It seemed like a long time since we had more than just an occasional (every other month or so) evening for just the two of us. Getting away for a few days sounded amazing. My desire for a get-away was further intensified while he was on his two-week mission trip. I texted him towards the end asking if it was time to go yet. Then he got back and time seemed to drag on until it was time to go. And somehow when the day came to leave, it felt strange. 

So we set out Wednesday July 1st and I had no real clue where we were going. Oh yes, I had guesses, but nothing substantial. There was one point I thought I overheard a answering machine message at Terry parents indicating some kind of resort vacation. That sounded incredible and just the sort of sneaky thing Terry would do - book some free vacation through his dad, like something he won in a raffle. But after talking with Shari, I realized it was probably just spam, which it was. That narrowed my guesses. 

When we drove away, we went north on Deadwood Avenue, and I thought, "Yep, we're going to the cabin in Montana." But he swerved onto the east I-90 exit at the last moment and took us the opposite direction. Okay then, no cabin. When we came to the next exit, he put on his blinker and started getting off the interstate to head back into town towards West Boulevard. Okay, I reasoned we were either going to Denver or Nebraska. And then he pulled out of that lane, for goodness sakes! After that he just stayed on I-90 east out of town and I got comfortable in my seat. When we came to Murdo he nearly headed south to Gburg, but again swerved east to the interstate. Geesh. No Nebraska. When we came to Sioux Falls, he went right through. That was my last guess. We went halfway through Minnesota before stopping in Albert Lea for gas and dinner. I thought this was our destination and was confused. What the heck was there? He finally gave me a little hint - this was not our final destination; we would only spend the night here and continue on the next day.

After eating at Applebees, we stopped at this E-Free church where we used to rendezvous when we were dating. I would drive four hours from SDSU to Albert Lea and park my car in this parking lot. While Terry would drive six hours from Chicago to meet me there and take me to Chicago with him. We did this several times during 2002-2003 while we dated. Poor sweet Terry would drive 24 hours in one weekend so we could hang out. It used to make me feel guilty, but now I'm free enough that it's so sweet.
Albert Lea E-Free church, 13 years later.


I secretly believed that we were going to see Tim Hawkins perform live somewhere in the vague midwest. Tim Hawkins is a comedian we really like and there were several clues along the way that seemed to line up with that guess. Terry kept making Tim Hawkins jokes; like a lot of them. Then a student texted him a photo of Tim Hawkins. Terry also had me look up his schedule on his phone. There was no dates until like July 15th, but I thought that meant his current schedule was full and not listed anymore - Terry's way of keeping me off the scent. So I believed that the next day we would go to the Twin Cities or some random place in Wisconsin to see Tim Hawkins.

The next day we continued east, past where we would have turned north for the twin cities. After that I was sure we were either going to Chicago or somewhere in Wisconsin. We headed into Chicago, hit traffic and Terry wouldn't even stop for a bathroom break, though I really needed one! We were going to be late and his phone kept taking us the wrong way, though we were headed downtown. Finally we came to some parking lots with people walking all over the place and parking attendants directing cars where to go. "Strange," I thought, "that they should make all this fuss for Tim Hawkins..." Oh how very wrong I was.

We pulled around this huge arena whose sign was projecting images of U2.
We were seeing U2 at the United Center!!!
Terry got us a really good parking spot.

I was extremely shocked that this was what we were doing. I was having a hard time believing it! U2 was not on my radar in the slightest. No wonder he had us listen to the new album while we were driving...

 Inside was utter craziness. People everywhere. It was overwhelming for me because I was already overwhelmed. So crazy! Terry pulled me over to this poster and confirmed that Yes, we were seeing U2. I needed it to be said because I was so convinced we were seeing Tim Hawkins. So here's us with Bono ;)



Seats of course are very expensive so we were in the nosebleeds section, but that was fine by me. And actually, we were actually closer to the stage than four years ago in Denver, though those were better seats for the stadium size. Weird. Also, the sound in there was a lot louder than in the open Denver stadium. During the concert my hearing kept going in and out. 



They were supposed to start at 730 but because they're rock stars, they didn't begin until 830. The crowd around the stage was standing room only, of course. Terry had a friend from college down there. He saw all five nights! 



Boom baby!!! 



They opened with The Miracle (of Joey Ramone), which is one of the new albums more upbeat songs: 



Then they did Gloria (an old one I hadn't heard), Vertigo, I Will Follow, and Iris (Hold Me Close), which is about Bono's mother:



Cedarwood Road was next. Oh, and the LED screen was super cool. It projected whatever picture of video but here, below, Bono is walking inside of it as if he's on Cedarwood Road, which was his street in Dublin. Sort of like walking inside a TV but being a part of the image.



Petals flying...



Song for Someone. 



A slower version of Sunday Bloody Sunday (below), with all the victims of that car bomb projected on the houses. Following was Raised by Wolves. 



Next was Until the End of the World, which has got to be my favorite song of theirs. I love The Edge guitar part. Makes me want to jump!



I love that song so much that I'll include 2 videos! :P



Invisible, with the whole band in the box.



Then there was Even Better Than the Real Thing and Mysterious Ways where they pulled at girl up onto the stage to dance with Bono, like always. But it was funny the way she got up there. She was sort of dumped unceremoniously onto the stage in a pile. She made up for it with her hotness later ;)

I always feel embarrassed when taking selfies, but it's nice to see ourselves there. We were there! It was strange that the concert seemed even better after it was over. When we watched Terry's recorded clips or listened to the CD again in the car, I was like, "That concert was so awesome!"


The rest of the list was California (There is no End to Love), Ordinary Love, Every Breaking Wave, Bullet the Blue Sky, Pride (In The Name of Love), Beautiful Day, With or Without You...


The Edge belting it out. I love that.



Not sure which song, but Terry managed to get a couple good shots. Adam Clayton being all cool.



This was the beginning of Beautiful Day...



"You thought you'd found a friend to take you out of this place
Someone you could lend a hand in return for grace..."



"It's a beautiful day, the sky falls
And you feel like it's a beautiful day..."



More coolness



Light it up.



Here they are pretending to be done. We all knew they'd be back.



One cool thing about cell phones at concerts... While we were waiting for the Encore, everyone shone their cellphone flashlight around. It was soooo bright and pretty.



Here is our last video, The City of Blinding Lights. They also did Where the Streets Have No Name and 40 (from Psalm 40). They walked out to everyone singing to them "How long to sing this song." It was amazing. So cool.


Props to my wonderful husband for pulling off this surprise. It was a great concert and we had such a good time. Wahoo!

Tuesday, July 14, 2015

Thorin, I love you

No, I don't mean the King Under the Mountain, Thorin Oakenshield (The Hobbit, come on folks). I was referring to my brother's new dog named after said dwarf. Meet Thorin, a goldendoodle puppy.



Nathan and Ana got him some time last month, in June, when he was 7 or 8 weeks old. He might have smelled like a barn, but we didn't care. He's so floppy! I fell in love with him.



I feel exactly like Agnes in Despicable Me. He's so fluffy I'm gonna die!!!




Last week I took the kids over to Nathan's house to see the work he's accomplished on his projects (they're selling their house to move to MN for a new youth pastor position). Then I dognapped Thorin and took him to the park with us. He's as big as Snap now! 



I hiked the two of them up to the overlook. 



He doesn't look too pleased with me, perhaps because I made him work too hard for the little puppy that he still is. He was so tired when I brought him home. 



It was hard to pose the two dogs next to each other with the park in the background... I was going for a size comparison. 



You can see Samuel up ahead waiting for me to help him into the bathroom. I was more concerned with the puppy! 



He's so incredibly adorable. Look how fluffy his fur is! I want him to stay a puppy forever. Alas, Nathan and Ana and Theo and Thorin are leaving in just a few weeks :( 



See? I wore him out. Poor Thorin. Poor adorable puppy.  

One Hand Planks in Mud

One overcast morning last month I was invited by a friend to go mountain biking here in town at M Hill. I am not a very experienced mountain biker, but I enjoy it. But man, it is hard. So much harder than I imagined. 

We were hoping the sprinkles that were present when we first started up the hill would stop as we went along. We were wrong! Rain = mud = poor biking conditions.

We were coming down the back side of the hill when we all stopped to walk across standing water. I foolishly tried to ride through it on the grass on the side. My bike got stuck in the mud and I just tipped over, catching myself with one hand with the rest of my body suspended over it, still on my bike. My hand sunk in way deep but I managed to get off my bike and get only my feet wet and not my entire body. We were laughing about it later and they gave me a nickname; something like One Hand Planks in Mud. That made it seem less embarrassing somehow. 

A little farther on we came to some really thick mud, like gumbo. We were just going to plow through but several people couldn't go any farther since their tires were so jammed packed with mud that they wouldn't even turn anymore! Here is Denise helping Brent wipe his tires off. We had to cup our hands into a C shape and pull the mud off.



This is Terry's bike when I got done with it. Most of the thick mud was already gone since we went back to higher ground and rode out of there. Every part of the bike was mud splattered, as was every part of me. There was even mud inside my camelback.



While the mud was still soft and wet was the time to clean it so we all dumped out bikes onto the overflowing creek bank and got to work.  
Paula, Brent, me, Kyle and Mary.



I was so ready for a shower when I got home. 

Sunday, July 12, 2015

Noah's 2nd trip to Rainbow

A week after Terry returned from his two-week mission trip in mid-May, we dropped Noah off for his second ever week of camp at Rainbow Bible Ranch. It was definitely strange having him absent from the house during that week. It was so quiet! I think it was good for all of us to have a little space though. We were glad to have him back at the end of the week.

Like I've mentioned, we've had a very wet spring/summer. Therefore, the corral at camp was super muddy and soupy. They could only use a fraction of the total space they had and even that was still pretty thick.

They went alphabetically so we got to see Noah right away. When Larry was introducing Noah to the crowd he nearly called him Terry. He went on to say how Noah looked so much like Terry and how Terry spent a lot of time there as a kid. 



When Noah was getting off his horse in the back and the next kid was going, Larry became distracted by what was going on behind him. He laughed and said something like how he wished we could see what was going on back there. Turns out it was Noah - he had fallen in the mud after he dismounted!



We knew that the afternoon would be a long one since the drive was 40 minutes, there was a rodeo, dinner, and then a show. But for some reason we didn't think to leave the two littles with someone. We took them along. Ezra was happy in the stands for about 10 minutes... 



Then Ez got bored. He came down on the ground with me and spend a lot of time playing in the sandbox. Then he wanted to climb the fence and fall into the mud. We compromised and I held him above the mud. 



Shari, her girls and Grampa came out to watch as well. Here's Evie and Grace by the sandbox. 



Grampa and Sarah.



It was a large group and took a long time for all the kids to have their turn.



Once everyone was done going around the barrels, they went in reverse alphabetic order and raced to take a flag off a calves tail. 



The dismount. Check out his muddy jeans. 



See how muddy that corral was! 



Noah sat in the stands after his turn and we got to give him a hug. 



Larry went by and his big horse slopped mud on Terry. Ha! 



Dirty boys. 



We had dinner and then listened to the kids sing a couple songs and Larry tell some stories about the week. 



Noah waved at us a lot. He was glad to go home, but he had a good week.