An Evening in Pictures

Summer's End

One thing that completes a summer for me is watching some kind of show from the lawn of some spacious amphitheater. I don't know why, but that just seems quintessentially summer-y to me. It's right up there with chlorine, barbeques, fireworks, rainstorms, late nights, and crickets. Yeah, I love a good amphitheater. 

This weekend, I had the privilege of traveling to San Diego with my husband and sister-in-law. It was one last hurrah before Brent had to start back to school. We stayed with my wonderful cousins and, though it was a short trip, it served it's purpose: primarily, to get us out of Bakersfield and into some fresher air. 

So, we drove down Friday and stayed up way too late talking and laughing with my cousins. Oh, and there was some singing. Yea, we had a karaoke moment. There usually is with Daniel.

Saturday morning we slept in way too late, ate delicious bagels for breakfast/brunch, and then Scott was good enough to take us to the beach for a much needed splash. I know that there is a deep-rooted place in my heart for the beach that I'm sure I inherited from my mother. 

My mother would have loved to join us on that trip to the beach. Unfortunately, there weren't many waves that day. Sure, there were little breakers, but they were puny. Scott would have taken us surfing if they had been bigger. It was an uneventful jaunt to the beach, but I think I speak for all there when I attest that it was much-needed.

That night we went to the Maroon 5/Counting Crows concert. The only problem was that someone in the Counting Crows was ill . . . so it turned out to be just a Maroon 5 concert. They put on an incredible show. It was a fun, relaxing evening. Good music, good company. I just wish the cousins could have come - too bad they all had prior engagements.

Since it ended so early, we decided to head back to Bakersfield that night right after the concert. That way we'd be sure to make it back to Bakersfield before Church. Brent and I are both teachers now and we didn't want to risk not making it in time. I think we'll definitely schedule more time in for our next trip to San Diego. 

Lost in Translation

For work, I often work with my patients to help them be oriented to their surroundings. Sometimes we wonder if I'm oriented though. This particular day, I was working with Mr. A, a hard of hearing, rather aged gentleman who couldn't decide whether he spoke English or Spanish as he was fluent in both. I've been studying and learning Spanish and making some gains. Or so I thought. (Pardon the incorrect typing of Spanish characters, but I can't figure out how to fix it at the moment. Suffice it to say that I know this is dreadfully wrong at the moment!)

Me: "Senor, what city are we in?"

Mr. A (very hard of hearing): "?Que?"

Me (louder): "What city are you in? Where are we?"

Mr. A: "?Que?"

Me: "?Que cuidad estamos?"

Mr. A: "Why do I have to be careful?" (unfortunately, his voice was so gravely and his accent so thick that I had no idea what he said, I just knew that he didn't say "Bakersfield").

Me: "?Que cuidad estamos?" (I'm practically yelling by this point)

Enter Becka, my friend and fellow speech pathologist in the next office over. Becka walks in and says, "He's asking you why he needs to be careful. You're saying 'cuidad' not 'ciudad.' You want to say 'ciudad.'" At which point she then explained to the poor gentleman what I was doing wrong and they had a good laugh. He turned out to be not as confused as I thought.

Hey look, I'm a quarter of a century

The night before my birthday, we went out for Italian. I don't always like to go out for Italian food because I feel like I can make just as good for less than what they'll charge me. Of course, I'm always pleased to find exceptions to this rule (like that delicious little place in San Francisco that we found), but exceptions are few and far between. In those cases, I'm just happy to be out enjoying the company of whoever I'm with. This was an enjoying Brent's company night, but we did get a live accordion out of the evening. It was a fun night. 

The, for the day of my birthday, my wonderful husband took me to see the Sequoias. They are giants of trees. I have never seen anything like them in my life. It was a wonderful day!

This picture is evidence that there are clouds in California. I had forgotten such a thing could be!
This just made me giggle. Actually, it still makes me giggle. I am wondering if perhaps it was once used as a stand to sell burgers or something. Too random. 
I may have an inferior camera (and I long for the day that I have a real one and learn how to use it properly), but in the meantime I am pleasantly surprised by what my little Kodak can produce. Maybe there was just really good lighting . . .

We still wonder what could cause a knot that big in a tree that big. Look at how strong my husband is!

Meet General Sherman. This is the biggest tree on earth. It's not necessarily the tallest tree or the tree with the biggest circumference, but it has the most mass of any tree on earth (1,487 cubic meters or 52,510 cubic feet). I was in awe to see something so large. Last year it's largest branch fell off. The largest branch was as wide in diameter as my husband is tall (that would make it 6'8"). Incredible! 
I can never properly take these "hold-the-camera-arm's-length-away-and-hope-you-get-everyone-in-the-frame" shots. Good thing I have Brent. One day, I'll have to subject you to my failures. They're pretty funny. 

"You all look like little ants from up here!" We really are infinitesimal in comparison.

One thing that really struck me was how much lichen there was on all the trees except for the sequoias. It looked like a veritable sea of green if you were standing on the north side of all those pines. And yet, nothing seemed to grow on the sequoias. I'm figuring it has something to do with the bark of the sequoias . . . the park ranger I asked was rather condescending and didn't give me a clear answer.

Impressive wingspan!

Yes, this is three trees growing together to form one giant base. I wish I could be around when they finally truly fused.

The General Sherman from afar. Here you can see the whole tree. You know it's old because the top is forked. I guess sequoias grow to a point like other conifers, but when they start aging they stop growing tall and just add to their girth (not unlike some people I know). Then their tops fork. 

After enjoying spending time among the giants, we played in one of the rivers leading into Three Rivers. It was a refreshing end to the day. This is the lovely view from the valley. Thanks Brent, for a happy birthday!

"I don't know . . . what do you want to do?"

When Brent and I moved into our current ward, we met Quin and Natalie Smith as they were moving out. We were glad that we met them that day because they have become some of our favorite people in Bakersfield, definitely one of our favorite doubling couples. It seems there's always some excitement to be found with the Smiths around (often involving automobiles *See "A hitch in our git-along"). These pictures are from Greek Fest hosted by the Greek Orthodox Church here in Bakersfield. Really good food!

Alas, I don't have pictures from the real excitement that night. Prior to our entrance to the Fest, we saw a man get hit by a car. Well, actually Brent was the only one tall enough to see the whole thing, but we sure heard it and Quin and Brent rushed to the scene. The man wasn't knocked unconscious, but he definitely had a large lump on the back of his skull and probably a broken pelvis. It was something I never thought I'd witness in my life, nor do I ever want to again. 

The Smiths are so cool that they even wear Converse.

The Smiths really like sushi. Brent also really likes sushi, so Jenn is trying to acclimate her palate to such epicurean tastes . . . we'll see how she does. She has the feeling that more sushi nights are in her future. 

*A note about my Brent: Brent really likes chopsticks. Usually they are used for what they were intended, namely eating Asian food. He never uses a fork if chopsticks are an option. Occasionally though, they are put to less conventional but far more entertaining pursuits. Case in point:

Yes, we really did get married

So, judging from the many requests for pictures, I'm sure many of you doubt the fact that I did get married this summer. On June 14, 2008, I became the wife of Brent Aaron Hill. Here are a few pictures from the festivities (in no certain order). I'm working on getting more (thanks for sharing, Marc!). 

Yes, he's really that tall. Our siblings felt very clever. (I still haven't figured out why they made me topless in the picture though . . .)

At the temple

This is one of John's better pictures. He's very photogenic.

It was a beautiful day and these few pictures don't do it justice. I promise, I'll share more as soon as I have more to share. In the meantime, I'm happy. Brent's happy. And we're enjoying learning together and establishing our little family. Thanks for all the love and support!