A & E made me quiche last night. (well, really, they made it for them and I invited myself over...details...) Not just any quiche, but leek and gruyere (had to look up how to spell that) quiche with whole wheat crust from Jacques Pepin's cookbook. With dacquiris. So much more sophisticated that the pour-the-premade-mix-into-the-premade-crust broccoli and cheddar quiche that dad would make growing up. Don't get me wrong, it was delicious to a 9 year old palate, and even more fun (for whatever reason) to eat with our plates on the window sill and our head behind the curtains (yeah, I know, we were [are?] weird). Don't worry, last night we ate with our plates on the table, nowhere near the windows.
Love breakfast for dinner. Or for anytime, really. Love friends that don't mind eating in and watching documentaries about turtles, or playing nerdy games, or just doing nothing.
Sunday, January 29, 2012
Friday, January 20, 2012
Not the peace that the world gives
I've been reading this book at the recommendation of a friend, and it's stimulated so many thoughts and struggles and, yes, peace. It's funny, it may not be the book specifically (although it's wonderful, and probably just what I need) so much as the fact that it makes me want to pray, and that I have been praying, and that it's been real prayer, not just sit-on-the-couch-hold-the-Bible-in-your-hands-and-close-your-eyes-until-your-coffee-gets-cold-and-you-have-to-get-ready-for-work prayer.
It's amazing the things that happen when you take time to examine your life and see where you are shutting God out and where He is calling you to calm the heck down and just TRUST HIM.
It's also amazing how a book about peace can cause all this unrest. But not in a bad way, just that it's stirring up all the areas where I'm unsettled and making me stare them in the face. And I find myself extremely grateful that "the Spirit intercedes for us" because I'm feeling too many things at once to put them all into words, but God knows exactly what each of those is.
It's amazing the things that happen when you take time to examine your life and see where you are shutting God out and where He is calling you to calm the heck down and just TRUST HIM.
It's also amazing how a book about peace can cause all this unrest. But not in a bad way, just that it's stirring up all the areas where I'm unsettled and making me stare them in the face. And I find myself extremely grateful that "the Spirit intercedes for us" because I'm feeling too many things at once to put them all into words, but God knows exactly what each of those is.
Thursday, January 5, 2012
Not quite National Lampoon's, but not quite normal
My parents have said that I'm not allowed to call my family dysfunctional. And we're not. Not in the let's-visit-Aunt-Helen-in-the-state-penitentiary-for-Christmas sense of the word. I mean, I don't even have an Aunt Helen, so who was that lady???
No, my family is...well, I'm not quite sure what the word is. But after being home for a week, I can't even remember all the times when I thought, "Only in my family would this be happening." The fact that I can't remember them doesn't inspire hope that this will be a great blog post, but let's see what I can dig up.
The main dysfunction centered around our pre-planned trip to Glenwood Springs, which my mom pre-planned before we knew that the mountains would be desperately short on snow for skiing. We couldn't even figure out how many cars to take because Mary had used her last remaining day off to go skiing two days ago so we were waiting for her to get off work, but then mom springs the fact that we're bringing the dog, and mutiny ensues. We will put up with togetherness for New Year's Eve. We will sacrifice friend time to be trapped in the mountains with each other. We will even suffer the 3 hour car ride up there. But we will not cram 6 people and luggage and a dog into one car. Not happening.
The next morning, we're off to ski. Or so we thought. Driving up to the resort, we wound through several miles of...grassy hills. NOT the most inspiring ski conditions. "Uh, mom, are you sure that the ski resort is even open?" Images of those little kids trying to sled on half an inch of snow flash through my mind--not exactly a traditional Colorado winter. More like Colorado July.
Having not skied in about ten years (shameful cowering in the corner over how pathetic of a Colorado native I am...don't hate me), I was just looking forward to getting on the slope. However, season-pass-holding, new-skis-owning Mary just about died that we were skipping Vail, Beaver Creek, or Copper for...get ready for it...Sunlight Mountain Resort! Where? Yup, this gem of a ski area had three (three!) chair lifts. Not even real chair lifts with the drop down bar. Nope, these tw0-seaters were more than happy to just let you fall right off if you happened to forget to grab the bar in the middle. Don't worry, we only found one run where we skied straight over rocks. It's fine. It's probably like that everywhere. Who finds these places???
No, in all seriousness, the snow wasn't that bad once it melted a bit, and I had a lot of fun finding my ski legs again.
Dysfunction part 2 came the following day when we were off to explore Glenwood Caverns Adventure Park. Theoretically a fun place...unless 60 mph winds close down the tram to the park and half of the attractions. But who's gonna let that stop them? Not. Us.
Again, seriously, we had a good time. Even Mary said, "I didn't think that was going to be fun, but it was." And she didn't even win at laser tag.
Further dysfunction ensued that night trying to watch my mom order and drink her first beer in 20 years (she gave it to Kelly to finish--am I allowed to say that?). And the fact that we hit up a cheap liquor store for some bubbly on the way home, toasted in our hotel room at 8 pm, and I was asleep by 11 to ring in the new year.
But the clearest mark of whatever it is we're calling this Zapapas-ness was from Christmas morning, when Mary dumped out her stocking. My parents (I mean Santa) are always down to the wire when it comes to stocking stuffers, but I think this one takes the cake. They got Mary...used chapstick. Who does that? My family does, that's who.
I guess I'll keep 'em around. Otherwise I'm pretty short on entertainment.
No, my family is...well, I'm not quite sure what the word is. But after being home for a week, I can't even remember all the times when I thought, "Only in my family would this be happening." The fact that I can't remember them doesn't inspire hope that this will be a great blog post, but let's see what I can dig up.
The main dysfunction centered around our pre-planned trip to Glenwood Springs, which my mom pre-planned before we knew that the mountains would be desperately short on snow for skiing. We couldn't even figure out how many cars to take because Mary had used her last remaining day off to go skiing two days ago so we were waiting for her to get off work, but then mom springs the fact that we're bringing the dog, and mutiny ensues. We will put up with togetherness for New Year's Eve. We will sacrifice friend time to be trapped in the mountains with each other. We will even suffer the 3 hour car ride up there. But we will not cram 6 people and luggage and a dog into one car. Not happening.
The next morning, we're off to ski. Or so we thought. Driving up to the resort, we wound through several miles of...grassy hills. NOT the most inspiring ski conditions. "Uh, mom, are you sure that the ski resort is even open?" Images of those little kids trying to sled on half an inch of snow flash through my mind--not exactly a traditional Colorado winter. More like Colorado July.
Having not skied in about ten years (shameful cowering in the corner over how pathetic of a Colorado native I am...don't hate me), I was just looking forward to getting on the slope. However, season-pass-holding, new-skis-owning Mary just about died that we were skipping Vail, Beaver Creek, or Copper for...get ready for it...Sunlight Mountain Resort! Where? Yup, this gem of a ski area had three (three!) chair lifts. Not even real chair lifts with the drop down bar. Nope, these tw0-seaters were more than happy to just let you fall right off if you happened to forget to grab the bar in the middle. Don't worry, we only found one run where we skied straight over rocks. It's fine. It's probably like that everywhere. Who finds these places???
No, in all seriousness, the snow wasn't that bad once it melted a bit, and I had a lot of fun finding my ski legs again.
Dysfunction part 2 came the following day when we were off to explore Glenwood Caverns Adventure Park. Theoretically a fun place...unless 60 mph winds close down the tram to the park and half of the attractions. But who's gonna let that stop them? Not. Us.
Again, seriously, we had a good time. Even Mary said, "I didn't think that was going to be fun, but it was." And she didn't even win at laser tag.
Further dysfunction ensued that night trying to watch my mom order and drink her first beer in 20 years (she gave it to Kelly to finish--am I allowed to say that?). And the fact that we hit up a cheap liquor store for some bubbly on the way home, toasted in our hotel room at 8 pm, and I was asleep by 11 to ring in the new year.
But the clearest mark of whatever it is we're calling this Zapapas-ness was from Christmas morning, when Mary dumped out her stocking. My parents (I mean Santa) are always down to the wire when it comes to stocking stuffers, but I think this one takes the cake. They got Mary...used chapstick. Who does that? My family does, that's who.
I guess I'll keep 'em around. Otherwise I'm pretty short on entertainment.
Sunday, January 1, 2012
Ringin' it in
Happy 2012 y'all! The new year came with all of my traditional fan fare...I was asleep by 11, thank you very much. And it was glorious! My family did pop some bubbly and toast around 8, and I saw some very mediocre performances on New Year's Rockin' Eve, so I don't really feel like I missed much.
In looking back on the year that was, I'm surprised at how fast it went, and how little I have to say for it. I mean, most of what I did with my year was be a resident. I mean, there were a few bright spots. Got to see my first NFL game, had a couple of really fun weddings, a lovely trip to Telluride (trivia: first town in Colorado with electricity), and enjoyed being a resident for the most part. But that's it. Not a bad year by any means, but not a spectacular year.
And so, I've made a resolution to do more this year. Less sitting around by myself, less going straight home after work, less laziness. More bike rides, more happy hours, more prep questions, more trips, more praying, more planning activities for my days off, more Kilimanjaro! Hopefully with that one resolution, I will also be more active, a better friend, a better doctor, closer to God, and happier.
So that in 366 days, I can look back on 2012 and say, man, that was a good year.
In looking back on the year that was, I'm surprised at how fast it went, and how little I have to say for it. I mean, most of what I did with my year was be a resident. I mean, there were a few bright spots. Got to see my first NFL game, had a couple of really fun weddings, a lovely trip to Telluride (trivia: first town in Colorado with electricity), and enjoyed being a resident for the most part. But that's it. Not a bad year by any means, but not a spectacular year.
And so, I've made a resolution to do more this year. Less sitting around by myself, less going straight home after work, less laziness. More bike rides, more happy hours, more prep questions, more trips, more praying, more planning activities for my days off, more Kilimanjaro! Hopefully with that one resolution, I will also be more active, a better friend, a better doctor, closer to God, and happier.
So that in 366 days, I can look back on 2012 and say, man, that was a good year.
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