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Sweet 16

4 Aug

It’s hard to believe my baby, Kendra, is 16 years old today.  I love it, I think.  She is amazing and wonderful and smart and beautiful and talented.  I do love her, that, I know.  We have been celebrating her non-stop all day long.

I celebrated her with oven-puffed pancakes this morning.

Tacos this afternoon.

Followed by $100 worth of empanadas and Haagen-Daz coffee ice cream for dinner. Yes, $100 buys a lot of empanadas, please stop by tomorrow and have a few or I will be eating them for the next 3 weeks.

She then celebrated her 16th by shaving and bleaching her hair.

Kendra will continue celebrating her 16th birthday for the next 3 days at Lollapalooza in downtown Chicago wherein, I will age 5 years in same said 3 days.  Oh, to be 16 again! I’m loving every minute of it. I think.  Happy birthday Kendra, you are the best, most awesome 16 year old daughter I could ever hope for.  I love you!

Road Trip

10 Jul

I still can’t get my head around the fact that I live in Chicago. I know I’ve only been here a week but it feels like I’m on vacation and will be heading back to Utah any day. Must be the road trip and 2 weeks off the bike and 2 weeks of road trip food.

Summer is all about road trippin and I-90 is heavy on the trippin. Granted we started on I-80 but things didn’t get trippy and more than a little kitschy til we got to I-90. We left SLC early on June 30th bound for Chicago and headed straight to Rawlins, Wyo. Yeah I’d never heard of Rawlins either. Mile after mile of boarded up motels and restaurants, must be the $30 entry fee to visit the historic Wyoming State Penitentiary. We just asked to use the bathroom and got the whole tour of the place for free. Maybe it’s because of the non-paying bathroom users like us.

We spent the first night at Devils Tower, Wyo. and wondered why we had never been there before. Oh yeah now I remember, it’s a 10 hour drive from home. Actually, totally worth the drive and was hands down our favorite stop of the trip. After Devils Tower you hit I-90 and it’s pretty much non stop kitsch all the way to Chicago, not that that’s a bad thing I happen to like me some good kitsch.

The kitsch starts ramping up in Sturgis, grows and grows through Mount Rushmore nearly reaching a crescendo in Wall, S.D. at the worlds largest drugstore that consumes an entire town. But wait, there is still the Corn Palace in Mitchell, S.D.

Oh thank God, respite in Sioux Falls.

Like I said before, I loves me some good kitsch and Austin MN didn’t let me down. Behold the SPAM museum. Tasha and the girls had never tasted SPAM before so I made the mistake of opening some in the car after we left the museum so we could all have a wif and a taste. After all, the CEO of Hormel proclaimed SPAM “wholesome” in the video we watched at the museum so we were all anxious to give it a try. Pee yew! Catfood. Smells and tastes just like it. Only 1000mg of sodium per serving too! Good thing it has a cool name.

Wisconsin took the top prize as the king of kitsch though with the Wisconsin Dells. Part Disneyland, part Vegas, part really bad David Lynch movie and 100% kitsch. Worth the trip just for the Goody Goody Gum Drop store and their chocolate covered potato chips.

I’ve been too tired to notice any kitsch in Chicago, I’m sure it’s here. We spent the first 3 nights sleeping on the hardwood floors waiting for our truck and the last 4 days trying to cram everything from the truck into those top two windows on the left in the picture below. The moving truck is 3 times longer than our flat is wide, ended up leaving a bunch of stuff on the curb and it magically disappeared.

I’ve got a photo tour of the new house up next. Stay tuned, you’re gonna love my bathroom.

Retirement In A Can

30 Nov

I’ve noticed a disturbing trend with my aging parents, the increasing presence of canned food in their house. It seems like every time I visit them their shelves have become more crowded with canned food. Not just one pantry shelf or even one pantry but its taken over what used to be the linen closet and bedroom. Open a bedroom closet and you are sure to find row upon row of canned beans or vegetables instead of shoes and coats.

A number of years ago they first introduced me to canned chicken, I had no idea. Apparently you can buy it in bulk at Costco. A year ago it was the canned beef, grass fed and from Argentina no less. Then, over Thanksgiving weekend I came across what my Dad assured me was the holy grail of canned food, behold:

And how much might a can of bacon cost you must surely be asking yourself?

It’s only 9 0unces and costs more than the best rib eye money can buy. No wonder my Dad was more than a little protective of it as he kept asking me what I did with his bacon and begged me not to open it.

I should be nervous for my parents and my own future retirement but alas, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. I happen to love canned fish.

I did have one last question for my folks before jetting off, “where can I get my hands on some canned bacon?”

Without batting an eye my Dad said, “oh, at the violin, paintball and food storage store.”

World’s Greatest Holiday

11 May

Ask my kids what their favorite holiday is and they will freely answer, “Mother’s Day.”  No, not Christmas or their birthday but Mother’s Day.  Why, might you ask?  It has to be the cheese, or maybe it’s the Mother.

For the last number of years we have made a tradition of packing a picnic to Red Butte Gardens and feasting and drinking until all we can do is roll around in the grass.  By feasting, of course, I mean eating lots and lots of exotic cheeses and meats and more cheeses.  Maybe toss in some crusty baguette and an Oregon Pinot but the focus has been and always will be the cheese.

This year was no disappointment.  I brought along generous portions of Rembrandt Gouda, French Mimolette, Brie and Swiss.  I stepped up the meat selection to include genuine Prosciutto di Parma wrapped around cantaloupe and some hard dry salami.  I’m telling you it was pure palette heaven.

This year was extra special because we haven’t been eating any dairy products (don’t ask) so the cheese was an extra special treat.  I seriously could have just died yesterday because it just doesn’t get any better.

Of course none of this would be possible without a Mother.  Happy Mother’s Day Mom and Happy Mother’s Day Tasha.  I love you both!

Oh, what does one look like after such a feast? Glad you asked, pretty damn happy and in my case, pretty damn old.


Spring Break

12 Apr

We finally took the kids to Disneyland.  Much to my great disappointment they are no longer the only kids on the block that haven’t been to Disneyland.  The good news is that now I never have to go back.


I learned a valuable lesson that I’d like to pass on to anyone about to head to Disneyland or any other amusement park for that matter.  Never, under any circumstance, get on a ride immediately after eating one of these monsters along with a couple $7 IPA’s.


You will totally regret it.  I promise.  That thing was as big as Kendra’s leg and the 4 of us couldn’t eat it all.  The following picture doesn’t even come close to conveying the gravity of my situation.


All in all I would have to say that taking the kids to Disnelyland wasn’t nearly as bad as I though it would be.  I actually had a great time, much more fun than I expected.  Plus, I got this totally cool hat.


Keeping with the cycling theme of this blog I thought I’d also share this cool little video that Elden shot of Jamie P and myself jetting around corner canyon a few weeks ago.  Happy Easter!

Vodpod videos no longer available.

more about “Corner Canyon, Late Winter 2009 on Vimeo“, posted with vodpod

Merry Christmas

24 Dec

While Tasha decorated the trees in the back yard,


I think there are some deer in the background,



the kids decorated the tree inside the house.


How about a closer look. I’m pretty sure Waldo is in there somewhere, not to mention a completely rotten banana.


My favorite Christmas tree topper ever on my favorite Christmas tree ever.


Merry Christmas from our home to yours.


27 Aug

That’s how many years I’ve been married. It makes me feel old yet accomplished. It’s also pleasantly surprising to me that Tasha has kept me around for so long. If you happen to know us or meet us you quickly realize that I married way above myself and my father-in-law likes to remind me of that fact.

Its been a good, no, great adventure. I’m constantly struggling to keep up with her mentally and physically while she sometimes struggles to put on a smiley face whenever I respond, “lets go for a bike ride” to her query of what needs to be done or what we should do. A bike ride, that’s my solution to everything.

Speaking of bike ride, I’m 3 for 3 this week in my quest to have a great week. So far, it’s working. Its been a great week.

Happy anniversary to me and Tasha!