Sunday, June 26, 2011

San Diego at the Del Mar with a side of Disneyland - April 16

We had so much fun tagging along on JD's work trip. San Diego is always one of our favorite vaction spots. This time we stayed at the Del Mar. The beach was so much fun. Coronado beach is enormous.
Here is the Hoopty! We rented this 6 seater sadan. It took me and JD back to the good ole dating days.

Why is it the divest place have the best food? Brown Bag Deli is one of the best sandwiches to ever make its way to my mouth. But make sure you know what you want before you get up to order or "no sandwich for you!" and get there early, because when the bread is gone, they go home.

Kid after my own heart. Would rather sit on the side of the pool and read, then to dive in. Well, at least for a little while, anyway.

This kids almost as big as me. Where did my baby boy go?


Speaking of big kids, I think Avery is going to take after her mom and be a shorty. Halle on the other hand has that Rex gene and is looking to be a giant.


What way to the weight room?


The kids spent hours finding clams. They toted them around all day. They would throw them up into the air and the seagulls would catch them. Then they'd drop them from the air to crack them open.


After a few days in the sun we stopped in at Disneyland for a day. It had been awhile since we were all there as a family. For the first time we were all able to go on all but 1 ride!! It is so much fun to have the entire family on a ride together.


Here we're getting soaked on Grizzy Rapids. Not my favorite.


Avery's either. Halle didn't mind so much under the poncho.


This time just boys went. Way too cold for the rest of us.


Can you believe this is the first time we've seen Fantasmic?
Gotta love the Sun Wheel.....
Carson was loving all the rides he's never been on before. He didn't even mind being wet.
Girls havin' fun!
Tower of Terror! My favorite!
It's been documented, they liked each other for the 20 seconds it took to take this picture.

San Fransico and Yosemite- March 30

It's so great that we can jump on a plane and join JD on his work trips. This time it was to San Francisco. We took a day and drove to Yosemite. It was 80 degrees in San Fran, but the mountains were full of snow. It was melting fast, but there was plenty for snowballs.
Yosemite! Check!!







With all the run off the waterfalls were amazing!







Dome mountain.







El Capitain left us speachless. Pictures can't do it justice.
View of Alkatraz, maybe one year we'll actually make it on the island.....







Oh, he still loves his mama.
The seals are always a big hit.
We love Ghiradehelli chocolate factory.
The ice cream shop is fabulous with Gheridehelli chocolate sauce. Carson was in heaven!


The boys went to an A's game and left us girls to fend for ourselves for dinner. We walked to the only store near the hotel and came away with a nutritious dinner. Included: orange soda, fritos, teddy grams, canned bean dip and peeps. I'm such a good mom.

I love Orange

I occasionally get an urge to paint something. I have some very crazy rooms because of it. This last urge came from my love of the color orange. My living room now boasts of October Leaves!


Carson funnies-March 24

Carson just asked to have a play date. I answered why don't you play with me, he answers, well mom, we really don't have anything in common.

he's already to cool for me :(

Friday, April 8, 2011

“Love, you Opa

"Because love is the great commandment, it ought to be at the center of all and everything we do in our own family, in our Church callings, and in our livelihood. Love is the healing balm that repairs rifts in personal and family relationships. It is the bond that unites families, communities, and nations. Love is the power that initiates friendship, tolerance, civility, and respect. It is the source that overcomes divisiveness and hate. Love is the fire that warms our lives with unparalleled joy and divine hope. Love should be our walk and our talk." Oct 2009 session The Love of God Dieter Uchdorf

I would like every one to close their eyes. Now picture yourself in 1946 in Dordrecht, Netherlands. You are a 16 year old boy and world war II has just ended. The war hasn't left you much, but what it has left is a strong sense of hope. Hope of a life. A life filled with a future of choices, and freedom, and love. Your country is starting to pull itself together . There are celebrations everywhere. After years of being censored, Jazz music can be heard everywhere and young people have begun to dance again. They dance to mourn their losses. They dance to celebrate living. They dance to the future they see in the horizon. At that moment you realize you don't know how to dance.

This was Rein, my Opa, my grandfather.

He gathered a couple of his friends and they decided they would have to learn to dance if they wanted any kind of social life. After some lessons the first "dance" they went to was being hosted by a local company. Rein and his friends were reluctant to actually get up and dance so they moved between the refreshments and the pot belly stove. Something, or should I say some one had caught his eye. As he sat and watched this beautiful young girl dance around, he knew he had to get to know her. He then found her brother Pete and asked permission to walk her home. The 15 year old Lanie agreed and it was the beginning of the rest of their lives.

The two were together non-stop after that. They went dancing all the time. Even after a play, the chairs would be removed and the dancing would begin and wouldn't end until 2 am. When the walk home became too long. Rein save his money and bought Lanie a bike. He borrowed his mothers and they would bike to and from the dances.

When the two became obviously serious about each other Rein's catholic priest came to tell him that he needed to stop seeing the Mormon girl. When he refused and brought Mormon missionaries to the priest office, he was quickly ex-communicated from the Catholic church. This would not be the last time that his beliefs in God would come into play in their relationship.

After about 5 years of dating Lanie's family decided to pack up their lives and move to Utah in the United States to be close to their church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. They were engaged, and even though Rein had been baptized into the LDS faith, Lanie decided with the love of her family and the love of her savior she would leave Rein behind. She was "pretty sure" he would follow her. But she knew she needed to leave him there or she would never leave at all.

Rein was beside himself without his love. He tried to live without her, but failed. He would write her love letters in his tiny penmanship that she could barely make out. Eventually she received a letter that said he could not live without her and was crossing the ocean to be with her again.

After 2 weeks on a ship and 1 week on a bus, he arrived in Utah. 1 week later they were married in Lanie's parents family room. She wore a turquoise dress and he wore a suit he had tailored himself. For their honeymoon they borrowed $5 from Lanie's brother Pete and stay in a hotel.

After about 8 years, Rein took his true love as a bride again. This time she was dressed in white and was he and their 3 small children. This time they went to the temple to be sealed as a family, together forever. Oma described the scene to me of her husband, herself and their 3 small children all dress in white in the sealing room as one of the best days of her life.

As the years went on, there were high points and low points. Triumphs and disappointments. All the things that constitute a life lived well. They learned as did Joseph Smith learned in D&C 121:7-8, "thine badversity and thine afflictions shall be but a csmall moment."

 8And then, if thou aendure it well, God shall exalt thee on high; thou shalt triumph over all thy bfoes


 

Love is an amazing legacy to leave behind. As Elder Uchdorf says, love is "at the center of all and everything we do in our own family."

This past year, and most recently the last few weeks has been very challenging for the DeMie family. My Oma and Opa have had a lot of health challenges. To quote my favorite movie "The Notebook" these challenges weren't being sick they were "the natural wearing out process" that comes with age. But through these trials, continuing today and beyond, our family has come together and has become stronger.

The Love of this family started some 60 odd years ago when a then 15 year old Lanie met 16 year old Rein in Holland.

You may have noticed, our family does not have the normal age divisions that you see in most families. Oma and Opa's youngest child, my aunt is, 4 years older than their oldest grandchild. Their youngest grandchild is about 5 years younger than their oldest great-grand child. The reason I bring this up, is we are quite a site to see when all gathered together. There is no division where one starts and the other ends.

When the time came to say goodbye to Opa, we all took our turn. Sons and daughters, grandsons and grand daughters, and great grand children too. I stood back and looked around the room at all these people that my grandparents had made happen. The love that was in the room was the kind of "fire that warms our lives with unparalleled joy and divine hope." It was so moving to see us gathered together as a farewell party to Opa's grand voyage knowing that one day we may all be gather together like this in Heaven, for "whatsoever you seal on earth shall be sealed in heaven." DC 132:46

Opa taught me something about life. He taught me that we all make mistakes. We all have bad judgement from time to time. But no matter what our choices are or where our paths have taken us, we can always choose which way the next step will go. But the decision is ours. We all knew what he thought and where he expected us to go. On the day of my wedding, the bishop had made a baseball metaphor about marriage. He said he saw the playoffs in our future where the angels in the outfield would be cheering us on to be sealed together. After the ceremony Opa marched right up to us Temple recommend waiving around in his hand and said, "just to let you know, I already have my ticket to the playoffs." He hugged me and moved on. It was wonderful to have him be a witness to that playoff. The thing was through it all he didn't make me feel unworthy of his love. On the contrary, I knew he loved me more than anything. Even when he would yell at us to get out of the way of the TV because we were blocking the Jazz game, or the soccer game, or the football game I knew he loved having us around, just as long as around wasn't in front of the TV screen.

Elder Uchdorf said, "what we love determines what we seek.

What we seek determines what we think and do.

What we think and do determines who we are—and who we will become."


 

The choice to take dancing lessons was the first in a long line of choices that determined Opa's and the rest of our destiny.

Opa left a legacy. One of family. One of love and laughter, of expectations and tolerance. I will miss him, his presence and influence 'till me meet again.


 

Friday, March 25, 2011

The lost city of Atlantis

My wonderful husband worked so hard during 2010, that he earned the incentive trip through his company. The trip was a trip to the Bahamas staying at the Atlatis resort. The best part it was ALL paid for! Thank you honey, for a much needed getaway.
One evening we took a sunset dinner cruise. Once we were on the boat and endured the "food" it was an amazing boat ride. That evening was a "super moon." I told JD there would be and he was like, "I'm sure the moon will be super" But what he didn't know was it was a phenomenom of the moon. It was closer to the earth than had been in the last 20 years. It was 30% bigger and 20% closer to the earth. It made for an unbelievable full moon rising over the Atlantis. The cruise included the full moon, birds flying lower over the waives, Celine Dion "life will go on" in the back ground and my honey with his arms around me. AMAZING!
Here's some of JD's fellow employees and their spouses. It was fun to get to know some new people.
The "Super Moon" between the Atlantis towers.
This would be one of my wonderful poses that JD captured. After taking a thousand pictures he's bound to get a few great shots. grrrrrr.
This is Sherry and me wondering if we will be getting sea sick or not. As it turned out, neither of us did. Darmamine is my newest and favoritist drug ever invented!
Waiting for the cruise was excrutiating. We sat, and sat, and sat. It took at least an hour after getting to the dock and the time we were suppose to until we finally boarded the ship.
More waiting.............
Random picture in front of the Atlantis towers.

The Atlantis has a dolphin cove where you can go and interact with the dolphins. It was fun to touch the dolphin. I wish I could have actually got in the water and swam with them, but it was still fun.



Got to love the flattering wet suits....
Christian and Jesse, fellow employees that took the plunge with me.

The Atlantis water park was a lot of fun. From the lazy river (which I loved) to the 6 water slides, we pretty much didn't leave the pool until they forced us too.

This is the Chanlenger. Here JD is racing Dave for about the 15th time. JD came home with the fastest time of anyone in our group. It was pretty funny to watch these grown men egg each other on.
JD finally talk me into going down this crazy slide. It is a straight drop down through the shark tank. The sharks were the least of my worries, the fact that your legs hang over the edge of the slide when you first lay down is what wasn't working for me. But I did it and live to tell the tale.
Like a couple of kids. JD and Dave. I had to capture this moment the kids standing on the bridge with me commented after they went down, "did you see that splash?" Too funny!
Here is JD going down the plunge.

The night life was a little slow for us that don't drink or gamble or dance for that matter. We ate dinner, then dessert, then just wandered around for awhile. The saving grace for the night life was the fact that it was March Madnes and there was a sports book.
Me and my pirate fetish!
The wives enjoying the only chair left at the sports book.....do you think any of the 25 men around would offer up a seat??? NO WAY!


Watching BYU loose. Late night for Dave I guess.
Loving the warm sunshine and a good book.


So, on our first day at the pool, Dave and JD wanted to be the first ones around the lazy river. There were 2 little boys that wanted the same thing. (wish I would have got their picture). So when the life guard gave the go ahead, Dave and the 2 boys jumped in their singel tube and took off. I was sitting in the double and JD started running us down the river. When he got to the rapids he tried to jump on the back. He only succeeded in dumping the tube upside down. I went straight under, he landed on top of me as the rapids pushed us down the river, scraping and bruising us a it went. My rear end was bruised the rest of the trip.


After that scene we decided to forgo the race and go up to the slide. This is quite amazing. You sit in your tube and the river takes you right up to a conveyor belt. You sit in the tube as it take you up and then dumps you back into a water line at the top of the tower. Your tube floats around up to the slide and you go down. Usually this works without a hitch, however JD and I found ourselves backwards and needed to turn around in order to go down the slide. As JD stood up, he was standing on a plastic water grate, his weight pushed the grate apart and his big toe slipped between the slats then popped back into place, trapping his toe. I didn't weigh enough to displace the slats again. By this time he was screaming that it was breaking his toe. He finally just ripped it out leaving behind a good chunk of skin. We went down the slide and by the time we got out of the river it was bleeding pretty bad. I went and asked the towel people for some towels and ice and the next thing we knew the parametics were there to bandage him up and made him sign a waiver.

Here's the paramedic making sure JD was going to sue.
Here he's getting operated, I mean a band-aid.
That is what all the fuss was about......a bruised big toe, missing some skin.
Another ridiculous picture caught while waiting for JD to take his 2000 picture.
We had such a great relaxing time together. It was much needed and apreciated. I think I should do it more often.