The First Thanksgiving

My mom and I spent the better part of a week trying to finishing off these bad boys. She had extra from an enrichment activity so we decided to paint and assemble them as gifts. To me it seemed like there were so many pilgrims and indians we needed to complete, that we were trying to represent all in attendance at the first thanksgiving.

Half Marathon

On November 8, I ran the Snow Canyon Half Marathon with my mom, and let me tell you, it was a BEAUTIFUL run. I seriously loved it. Half marathons are particularly enjoyable because they are not exhausting and painful like a marathon, but you are still running 13 miles so you can feel good about yourself. The route was fast (quite a bit of downhill) and scenic, so the race went by pretty quick. It wasn't organized very well with lame-o gift bags (the bag was a lovely plastic Target shopping bag ....at least they were recycling right?) - and the race started 25 minutes late (talk about anticipation...) - but I excuse all that for their choice of course. I still fully endorse this race for potential half marathoners out there. We were supposed to run it with my sister, Tracy, but she got sick the morning of....no really, she wasn't faking, I promise...we missed you Trace!

I hope I am still running half marathons at 55. Mom, you are amazing!

A special shout out to my mother-in-law and sister-in-law Anne for coming to St George to cheer me on and spend time with us. We had a most excellent time.

For pictures of us enroute, click here (bib #618). I have a few choice expressions which may amuse you.

Natalie playing with her cousins Michael and Timothy as they wait for us to finish.

Sabbath Day Greetings

Natalie smiling with the Pillsbury Doughboy

Henry still smiling as Natalie squeezes him tighter...

...and tighter

...sometimes when I am not reverent at church, I have to practice

On a side note: despite some post Prop 8 passing protests... I am so happy to have seen so many church members come together under the direction of our prophet to fight the good fight and help Prop 8 pass.
I fear this victory will be short lived but I am grateful to have been given the opportunity to heed the call. John spent hours disributing door signs, making calls, visiting neighbors and attending meetings.
I held up signs at a busy intersection one Saturday morning. During my 2 hour shift I encountered 16 "birds," was met by several "colorful" words, and received many encouraging honks and waves.