Monday, July 27, 2009

Lake Powell

What a horrible blogger I've been. To my own defense... I had a FABULOUS vacation and then Mark was out of town on a business trip to Indianapolis and things have been busy busy busy. Now I'm home sick from work feeling really yucky... what a better time to update the blog?!?!














So Lake Powell was absolutely wonderful, as usual... except for the fact that Mark and Ashton stayed home. Mark has a new (really great) job and hasn't been there long enough for his vacation time to kick in. We couldn't afford for him to take a week off unpaid, so he stayed home. Ashton stayed home with Mark, call me selfish... but I really didn't see it being a relaxing and stress free vacation having to watch a toddler on a houseboat floating on a lake that is 300+ feet deep. YIKES!! So Justin and I left for a week of fun in the sun with my folks and some of my siblings. My brother took over 1200 pics and I took a bunch myself. So instead of trying to explain our fun, I'll just let you see it in pictures. Enjoy :)















Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Tubes

Ashton had ear surgery this morning and got tubes in his ears. The doctor said they pulled out lots and lots of goopy gunk. So he should start hearing and speaking much better now. Hopefully this little guy will stay healthy! :)

Friday, June 26, 2009

Goodbye Michael...

To Michael Jackson: THANK YOU!!!


For giving me memories to last a life time.


*Breaking into a giddy chuckle every time I hear "Thriller" and envision me, Kayci, and a thriller dancing Mark going down the dock at Lake Powell... tee hee hee...


*My mom taking mine and Dan's Michael Jackson record (like a real record...) and breaking it into a million pieces... and me following her down the driveway as she was going to throw it away... screaming, begging her not too throw my beloved MJ record away... all because Dan and I thought it would be SOOO fun to use her other records as Frisbees... whoops...
Good times... thank you... goodbye...

Monday, June 15, 2009

Diet Anyone...??

So about a month ago my mom and I were eating lunch at Biagis (YUMMO!!) and decided we'd go on a diet together. We knew our trip to Lake Powell was fast approaching and it'd be nice to be SLAMMIN in our swimsuits!! Well the next week grandpa Clay passed away and between the stress, sadness, and copious amounts of Swiss chocolate consumed the diet never really started... in fact it went in reverse... YIKES!! After everything settled down we decided we'd start again. I've been doing really well with my food but I think I really just want to tone up so I thought I'd take up running again... which was all good in theory, but then Utah got stuck under a constant HURRICANE and I couldn't go out and run at all. So I've got about 2.5 weeks to go. Does anybody have any diet or exercise secrets they'd like to share?? You know, the kind where you drop 10 sizes in a week?? Ha ha ha! No really, I'm serious!! I have to look good in THIS!

Sunday, May 24, 2009

Grandpa Clay

Many of you know that my grandpa Clay passed away last week. We attended a beautiful funeral service for him yesterday. He was such a truly amazing man. We will miss him so dearly. I want to thank everyone for their thoughts and well wishes.




Clayton R. Hurst 1927 ~ 2009 Clayton Riley Hurst, adored husband, father, grandpa, friend, Bish, Chief, Bwana and Pres, passed away May 21, 2009. Heeding the poet's advice, he did not go all too "gently into that good night," which will not surprise any who knew him. He loved life, but after years of illness and decline, Clay is now with beloved family and friends in joyful reunion. Clayton was born June 30, 1927 in Helper, Utah, the cherished only child of Mary Matekovic and Nathan T. Hurst. The family moved to Salt Lake City and then to Reno, Nevada, when Clayton was a young boy. A child of the Depression, his family was "as poor as dirt," but thanks to his mother, he always looked snazzy. From childhood on, he was a hard worker, delivering groceries by age ten and driving a school bus when he was 14-years-old. An adventurous spirit, he learned to pilot a plane at age sixteen. Clay was blessed with a bright and inquisitive mind. He graduated from high school early and enlisted in the Navy at the age of 17, much to his mother's dismay. After basic training in San Diego, he was posted as a corpsman at the naval hospital in Dublin, Georgia. Following his military service, Clay enrolled at the University of Nevada, Reno, where he met a lovely co-ed from Las Vegas, Norma Jean Carruth. In the midst of their courtship, he accepted a call to serve in the Swiss-Austrian Mission (1949-1951). During his two-and-a-half years of service, he developed a life-long love for the language, people and land. After his return, he and Norma were married in the St. George Temple on November 23, 1951. Back in Reno, Norma taught school while Clayton completed a degree in German and chemistry. The young couple moved to Houston, where Clay worked for New York Life. Work took them to New Orleans, then on to Denver and eventually to Los Angeles. They settled in La Crescenta, where they lived for the next 35 years, reared their four children and forged many enduring friendships. Clayton and Norma's home was a haven of love, learning, much laughter, great food and lively conversation. Any "reproving betimes with sharpness" was unfailingly followed by "an increase of love." Our childhood home, indeed anywhere our parents lived, was literally a refuge for anyone in need who might knock at the door. Home is a sacred word in our vocabulary. After several more years in the insurance business, Clay and two colleagues established the benefits consulting firm of Olanie, Hurst & Hemrich. His keen mind and gregarious nature made Clay a successful businessman and endeared him to many as mentor and friend. Clayton's greatest work, however, was that of an eternal nature: family, friendships and service in The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. He especially loved, and had a marvelous gift for, teaching young people. His church work included serving as a bishop three times and as President of the Switzerland Zurich Mission (1983 - 1986). He is survived by his loving wife, Norma; children and spouses, Scott and Holly Hurst, Kathryn and William Smith, Barbara Hurst and Joseph Ney, and Susan and Steven Rhondeau; 16 grandchildren and 10 1/2 great-grandchildren. Dad truly experienced joy in his posterity. Other loved-ones include sisters-and-brothers-in-law, Barbara and Vern Albright and Carole and Murton Bowman and numerous aunts, uncles and cousins who were a profound and loving influence in his life. The children wish to express deep-felt thanks to the staff of Wentworth-Coventry Assisted Living (Lupita, you are an angel), and Rocky Mountain Hospice: Dr. Bretton Newman, Dina, Brandon, Mike, Alane, Josh, Tyler and the Bens. They deserve a medal, as does our Mom, Dad's number one fan and caregiver. Funeral services will be held on Wednesday, May 27, at 12 p.m. at the Monument Park Ward, 1005 South 2000 East, Salt Lake City. Friends may call on Tuesday evening, May 26, from 6 to 8 p.m. at Larkin Sunset Lawn Mortuary, 2350 East 1300 South, and Wednesday from 10:30 to 11:45 a.m. prior to services at the church. Clay really disliked attending viewings; this time he doesn't have a choice. To ease the pain for the rest of us, Swiss chocolate will be on hand. In lieu of flowers, contributions may be made to the Missionary Fund of the LDS Church. Interment: Salt Lake City Cemetery. Online condolences may be sent to www.larkincares.com