That's How We Rowl

Blast from the Past

2010-11-16T11:21:00.001-08:00

At dinner with friends last night, I mentioned a recent surreal experience of attending my first Stake Dance in about 100 years. My friend responded, "now that's the kind of thing you need to be blogging about." So, here it is...

After several years of working with adults and then small children at church, I was recently given the opportunity of working with the youth again (12 - 18 years old). To any one who has enjoyed this role, you understand the unique combination of energy, faith, drama and hormones that these young people bring into your life.

One of my areas of responsibility is the Stake Dance. I'm not sure how far back into our church's history Stake Dances run, but I'm pretty sure that they have been going on forever. And in many ways, it feels like it's the same dance that has been going on since about 1954.

Don't get me wrong, there are some dramatic changes over the years. First and foremost, the dress. When I attended, it was dresses and panty hose for the young ladies and shirts and ties for the young men (it was hugely contraversial if a young woman tried to remove her shoes... bad form!). A typical dance these days is all about jeans, tee-shirts, and even sweat pants (yes, on the girls). There is also far less hair spray destroying the environment these days. The music of course has changed as well, although there were several songs that date back to the 80's that still get air time. One other change is that with the exception of "slow songs" (this term must be said with a perfect blend of expectation and breathlessness) no one appears to ask any one else to dance (to an old woman like myself, it appears to be an ancient tribal ritual where the males are hopping in one circle and the females in another.... bizarre).

But Stake Dances are a testament to the aphorism that "the more things change, the more they stay the same". When I walked through the doors as a chaperon, all of the sudden I was 15 years old again and felt that long forgotten yet forever familiar feeling of anticipation blended with fear. Good stuff! I found myself for a split second looking for Greg Hill (who I haven't seen in 30 years) so that we could stand by the door and talk about his Mustang. It was as though, in the Cultural Hall of every chapel a time warp occurs so that...

The boys still look perpetually younger and more awkward than the girls, but somehow the girls still haven't noticed this fact.
There are still those same three young women singing at the top of their lungs, squealing at 30 second intervals, and chronically checking around to ensure that they are seen. (I know... I'm pretty sure I was one of them in 1979.)
Those poor souls who still haven't figured out that "no one" shows up before 9 pm still wait patiently for the cool ones to arrive, after making the horrible faux pas of arriving on time.
Slow dances are still performed in a manner that hasn't been seen at a school dance since Eisenhower was president.
At Stake Dances, Line Dancing has never gone away... and I'm still lost and annoyed every time they play one.
There are still "It" Songs that draw every kid onto the dance floor like lemmings. Ironically, 30 years later, it's still Journey that does it. (thanks Glee) When "Don't Stop Believin" comes on a gasp is heard through the crowd, and everyone flocks to the center, no one dances, but every kid knows every word and they belt out the song so loudly you can't even hear Steve Perry (thanks Glee).

Although these dances look kind of like a first year course at Arthur Murray's School of Dance and could certainly be described as quaint or less charitably as woefully out of touch, it's delightful to watch youth actually interact so wholesomely in a very unwholesome world.

Seeing these youth moving past all the fears and the obstacles they face and find a way to communicate and connect brought my a little more life to my step and hope for the future. If you want a lift, offer to chaperon a dance (shameless plug for volunteers!), and see that the best things in life haven't changed... Except, sadly, they no longer play Stairway to Heaven for the last dance....

It's About Time....

2010-11-13T13:16:00.000-08:00

The Bi-Annual "I Survived another Stinking Reunion" Shot

This post is woefully late. But thanks to Bethany and Company for creating another enviornment for great memories. Loved the location (autumn in the Wasatch?? Perfection!), loved the food (honestly don't think I'll ever be able to eat another homemade Kit Kat bar), and adored the company.

Am so grateful to have a family that I love to be around.

Here's to 2012! Family: It's About Time.

The Children were calm and peaceful...

I love this angel boy!!!

One of the sexier Reunion Photos

Madonna and child.... very annoyed child.

The kind of sympathy you receive when you've cut the tip of your finger off.

The Sibs at Stewart Falls

Our stunning progeny

Hank "the Hair" Johnson

Sweet Boys

Briney loves Auntie Gail....

The Beautiful Eliot at her Inaugural Reunion

(w/ doting Grandpa)

Time for a walk

Hot Car... Hotter Women

Another interminable gab fest

The Countdown is On

2010-08-07T21:08:00.000-07:00

The countdown is officially on...

After all, two years is a long time. And I've felt every moment of it. I think that mothers bear the brunt of the pain: The waiting, the loneliness, the long days and empty nights of waiting. Sometimes it felt that the time would never pass. Because it has been a long two years since that painful goodbye.

Yes, it has been nearly 730 days... since... since we've had a Beagley Family Reunion!

We are switching it up this year and headed to Mecca... aka Provo, Utah. We'll be staying at Aspen Grove in Provo Canyon. It is truly beautiful. I think everyone is going to love it. Please see the pics below. Thanks to Bethany and "The Committee", it promises to be "epic". So, don't walk, but run (or better yet fly) to be there the first weekend of October...

(I'm also pretty stinkin' happy that my baby boy comes home from his 2-yr mission in 11 days, but that is a post for a different day.)

one of the houses... a step up from the barracks at Ft Worden, perhaps?

barbecue pits and playground

a western village...

I have nothing to say to this

just horsin' around

tennis courts. there is also horsehoes, a zipline, the works!

and yes, the pool. I think Grandpa will enjoy basking by the pool in his speedo.

Homage to B-Town

2010-06-05T15:27:00.000-07:00

The "Old Bridge"

A while back, I devoted a post to the town we've spent the past twenty or so years, which I really do love. But some Facebook friends recently reminded me of the joys of growing up in Bremerton: Another Northwest town with its own flavor. It's only an hour and a half away from Kirkland, but in a lot of ways, it's another world.

In no particular order, a few things I love about my hometown:

Memorial Park. When I was a kid we'd walk 5 miles and across the Narrows Bridge (aka the "New Bridge") in the heat to get to the only outdoor pool in the city. It was an exotic experience: kids from the "West Side" were there. Kids who wore keys around their necks and swore in public. Intimidating but cool, nonetheless. It was a read education. I was so mesmerized by the drama of the event, that it wasn't until 30 years later that I realized that park also happens to have one of the most beautiful views anywhere.

"The Woods" and "The Orchard". Okay, the neighborhood woods behind our back alley actually consisted of enough space for two tract homes and the orchard were three beaten up apple trees in the corner of an otherwise empty field (that was perfect for pick up baseball games). But as a young child this was "free space" and seemed endless. We'd wander in the woods, climb in the apple trees and eat the not-yet ripened fruit that was so sour, my mouth still smacks remember it. Mom always warned me that I'd get a stomach ache, but I think her cooking prepared me for the stuff, because I never suffered any ill effects. If memory serves, my first kiss was between two of those apple trees in the orchard. Let me just say that Rickey Gischer was one lucky 5th grader.

The Pill Box. Just about every afternoon of our young lives, Pat and I would bike or walk down Barnett Street with a few quarters (or occasionally recylcable bottles to turn in if we were short on cash and feeling entrepreneurial). My first (and I believe last) petty larceny occured here. I was only human. What 9-year old could resist the adjustable ring that came free with purchase of a lipstick.... and I couldn't afford the lipstick! Ironically, a few years later, I landed my first part-time job here. I knew I had arrived when I got to pedal the candy, lipstick and cards that I had once gazed upon so lustfully.

Illahee Park. "Freedom" was riding our bikes down three miles of hill to the beach at the park. Sadly, "bondage" was pushing that same bike back up the three miles home. But still on a long summer afternoon, we could never resist the temptation... I was actually hit by a car riding back home from the Park one time. Lied to my folks and told them I'd fallen off my bike. Didn't want them to be mad at me... (What kind of lying, thieving kid was I??)

The Minoza's House. I could devote a month of posts to my next-door neighbors. They were the anti-Beagley's. They were cool, Catholic (I desperately wanted to go to CCD), and best of all... their mom worked the 3 - 11 shift. This meant that the five Minoza kids... and one Beagley tag-along, had free reign. I learned to play cards, pool and horse at the Minoza's. I watched my first Nightmare Theatre (stayed up after Love American Style) and conducted my first (and last! Terrifying.) seance at the Minoza's. The best thing about the Minoza's were their names. My parents were sensible. Each child was named a one-syllabled, four-letter name that couldn't be shortened. Not so, for the Minoza's. Their kids went by the names Noodle, Pig, Tate, Wick, and Mooer. I mean, who wouldn't want to be a part of this??

The Manette Bridge (aka the "Old Bridge") When I was in the fourth-grade, I was thrilled to go to the Summer Movies on Friday mornings. I would get a ride to Manette and then cross the bridge on foot (because who would pay a dime to drive across the bridge, when you could park your car and walk an easy mile instead?). Walking across that high bridge gave me the most strange combination of exhilaration and fear. I still have dreams about that bridge and now when I go home, I realize what a beautiful, picturesque the scene is of that old bridge spanning the Puget Sound.

View Ridge Elementary. The very coolest kids attended here and the school had the cutting edge teaching methods... Things like Honor Passes (thanks for reminding me Aaron) and Open Concept Schooling (It was a very big deal finding out at the beginning of the year what "side" you were on. As I recall "North Side" was the coolest.... Mr. Lougheed taught me about the Base-10 number system and Ms. Bellmaier had us put together a school newspaper. The cool kids wrote their articles about chewing gum in class. I did an editorial supporting Capital Punishment. (can you say "loser"?)

The "Yard". As a kid, it seemed like just about everybody's Dad (except mine, of course. I could never get a break.) worked at Puget Sound Naval Shipyard. But it was just referred to as "The Yard". It was highly mysterious as thousands of men with black lunchpails entered "the yard" at 7:20 am and came back out at 4:02. I could never figure out what they did there or what any of it meant but I was deeply impressed.

I'm happy to be a Bremertonian. It was a proud navy town and it was free of pretensions. There were no organized after school activities and a play date consisted of your mom yelling at you to be home before dinner. And dinner was served every night at the stroke of 5 pm.

I know that the years have given my memories a sweet glow, but it really was a simple, free, and cozy life.

I think I am a product of my environment... and happily so.

Endings

2010-05-23T21:05:00.000-07:00

It was announced earlier this month that my company will be closing its doors on June 30. As the one who has keeps financials on the firm, it didn't come as a surprise. But guess what? Even expected events have the power to shock.

It's a small firm (19 of us at our peak) with very little employee turnover. I was one of the first employees, hired 11 1/2 years ago. So, yes, we all know each other... probably too well. These people stopped feeling like coworkers and began to feel more like family by about 2004. I know their quirks, they know mine. I trust these people.

I've come to terms with the loss in net worth from my company stock and the loss of cash flow as it may take some time to find a new job. Those thoughts aren't fun, but they aren't devastating. The part I haven't begun to deal with is not seeing these people every day. At my new place of employment, will anyone really care about the mice that Brian found in his apartment or that my brother in law has a new girlfriend? What will I do when I don't know if Alex's son slept through the night or without my almost daily update on how Ashley's husband is doing with his Masters program? And what about Allison's dating scene? How will I go one not knowing how last night's date went and how will she make it through without my ever so wise counsel?

Now, this isn't my first gig. I've worked at other firms and I've been fortunate to have made some life-long friends at other companies (EF Hutton in the 80's and US Bancorp in the 90's). I'm smart enough to know that new doors will be opening and I'll work with wonderful people again. I'll have the opportunity to gain new skills and new friends. But they won't be these friends. These people whose lives have intertwined with mine for over a decade.

It will take months to begin to build relationships and then years to develop that psychic shorthand which comes only from working side by side day, covering for each other, relying on one another and laughing away troubles and concerns. Eleven years of running jokes are not easily replaced.

Yes, come July I'll be looking ahead with some anticipation and excitement of new adventures and challenges. But for now, I'm savoring every day with this disfunctional family I've come to trust and love.

Reaching Out

2010-05-17T17:10:00.001-07:00

Jolene and Brian's "engagement portrait", 2006

This last weekend we attended an evening celebrating the life of my niece, Jolene Armstrong. It was a beautiful dinner and auction raising money to fight Cystic Fibrosis. The evening was wonderful from every stand point: we saw lots of friends and family, we had a wonderful meal in a beautiful setting, we laughed and cried as we remembered Jolene's strength and audacity, we had a blast bidding on awesome items and events (and yes, we did win the bowling party for 16!!!)... and of course, a lot of money was raised to fight the disease that took Jolene's life.

And it all was made possible because one person decided to do something and then followed through... 100%. This is the second evening like this that our friend, Erin Christensen arranged. It's true, that Erin had a lot of help from so many. But without her hard work and vision nothing would have happened. It was Erin who found people to volunteer time, food, flowers, talents and so much more. It was Erin who somehow managed to create an incredible evening where absolutely every dollar donated went to fight the disease. Not a penny went to the food, the facility, the entertainment or the venue. I don't know how she did it. But Erin made it happen.

Erin Christensen did not lose a sister or a daughter or a niece to CF. But seeing her friend go through a terrible loss, she decided she would do something... and then, she did. She didn't hold back, she didn't let a very full life with toddler twin boys or the many demands she has on her time stop her. She didn't let an bad economy or a hundred other worries she must have had hold her back. And I am grateful for her focus, her good nature, her kindness and her tenacity.

People like Erin make me want to do more. To work hard for a good cause without counting the cost. To reach out with energy and joy. To make a difference.

Erin did much more than raise money to battle a disease. This in itself would have been incredibly noble. But in addition, she lifted hearts, strengthened hope and brought people together. Erin reminded each of us that we too can make a difference.

I Thank My Sisters

2010-03-31T13:35:00.000-07:00

Anne and Gail at the East/West Alumni Game (best night ever!)

[After writing the last post blaming my sisters, I stumbled on this post that I had begun back in December and somehow never finished. Oops! If I'm going to blame them for my problems, I should also give them just a small dose of the thanks they deserve.]

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Just had a wonderful couple of days with Anne and Gail. It's caused me to reflect on the relationship that only exists between sisters. I'm not sure how I could have treasured so many memories with them and still managed to take them for granted, but somehow that is the nature of family where unconditional love is a given..

My mom always said that you could let your hair down around family... you could be tired and cranky... and they would love you, warts and all. And my sister do. They know me. I mean REALLY know me. They know that I can be loud, selfish, overbearing, that I can consume more chocolate than any human being should... and they still manage to make me feel adored. They even seem surprised if occasionally someone else doesn't adore me.

We share a history: of a converted duplex with a long tiled floor hallway, of Bremerton II ward, a velvet crumb cake and the bread drawer, of a "dance" made up to the Nutcracker Suite... and a thousand other references that only they would recognize. In a single conversation we can be reverent and irreverent, choke back a tear or two and laugh until... well, they know. We've cried through weddings and laughed at death. And yes, we share a twisted, sometimes dark sense of humor.

Because they are closer in age, they share even more of a history with each other: Of Mr. Vehrs, Mrs. Simcik (which they will know that I've spelled her name wrong), of ground beef getting kicked home from the grocery store (I believe you even if your daughters don't) and Young Adult Volleyball games. I know these stories, because I heard them 30+ years ago. I treasured them then and I do now. I listened carefully to those stories, because I wanted to be with them, I wanted to be like them.

I am now the tallest, but I have never ceased to look up to my sisters. And they have always deserved it.

I have been blessed in my life to have a pretty sure foundation. And my sisters are a huge part of that. They loaned me their faith, their shoes, their strength, and even a prized opal necklace for my 6th grade school picture. More than anything maybe, they "get me". I don't have to explain my jokes, or ever say those horrible words, "just kidding". I have called them in the middle of the night to share my joy, or from a telephone booth to share my sorrow. And they always picked up the phone. And always, they lift me up as well. They are my oldest friends and I refuse to think about a world without them in it. They have brought more to my life than I can begin to realize.

I thank my sisters.

I Blame My Sisters

2010-03-24T20:29:00.000-07:00

I am the baby of the family. I will not lie. This position has a lot perks. But there is a dark, seemy underbelly of this slot in the birth order that no one likes to talk about. This blog is all about breaking down barriers and telling the truth. So, Here it is: Because my siblings were older (and therefore ostensibly wiser?), I actually trusted them. Their word was gospel to me. So, say for instance, when they told me (again and again and again) that I had a very low pain tolerance, I believed them. They always said it in that kindly (aka condescending) tone, that only a big sister can really carry off.

So, earlier this month, when Steve and I had a little spill on a motorcycle, I assumed I was being whimpy when I was still limping two weeks later. And I still felt sheepish when, per my doctor's suggestion, I broke down and scheduled an MRI. But let me tell you: 24 hours later I had 46 years worth of validation. After all, MRI's do not lie: I have three broken bones in my foot.

Sure, I will be using crutches for the next four weeks, followed by two weeks in the boot. Absolutely, I won't be able to exercise for 6 weeks. Yes, getting ready in the morning really needs to start the night before because it takes so long, stinking long to do shower, hair makeup and dress with crutches. And certainly, I can't carry a glass of water or a hard cover book, and I truly detest crutches.

But behind all this there is a strange sick pride. Because, I hate to brag, but apparently, I do have a fairly decent pain tolerance.

And that summer back in '75 when my sister broke her toe? And, for the past 35 years I have lived in awe of her stoic determination? Well, sweetie: move aside, there is a new sheriff in town. It's your little sister... who perhaps isn't such a whimp after all.

And yes, for the fact that it took me two additional weeks to receive proper medical attention? I TOTALLY blame my sisters.

Elder Rowley Hits the Big Apple

2010-03-24T09:43:00.000-07:00

I know that the past couple of months have been a tough transition for Brian. He wasn't anticipating leaving Paris so abruptly and it's been a challenge. But judging by this photo, he still has some things to smile about. And speaking purely objectively? He sure is handsome.

This was taken at a baptism in the Jamaica Queens 1st Ward on Valentine's Day. Pretty good day for a new beginning.

We also found out this week that Brian will return home on or about August 18. And then, we will let the Wild Rumpus start!

Dinner with Friends

2010-03-15T10:53:00.001-07:00

This weekend brought the rare privilege of back-to-back dinners hosted by friends. I was reminded yet again that there are few pleasures sweeter than savoring a great meal over several hours at the home of a treasured friend. I've always loved the intimacy of a shared meal. (I think this is why I typically develop a crush on my waiter! I humbly ask, Who can make you fall in love faster than someone who is feeding you?) At a communal dinner, there is a wonderful sharing of flavors and stories. I'm never able to determine which brings more delight: the beautifully prepared food or the conversation which often has taken years to perfect. I love the slow pace of the meal and the way conversations thread in and out without rhyme or reason and sometimes come right back to where they started. I love hearing the old stories at least as much as I enjoy hearing the new ones. I love when the dishes sit at the table along with the guests long after the meal because no one wants to disturb the moment. I love finally clearing the plates together and the way the clinking glasses and cups seem somehow to enhance the conversation, which has become mellow and soft, almost desultory, by this point in the evening.

Simple pleasures truly are the best... and a long-drawn out meal with the people you love is among the dearest.

Ode to KTown

2010-03-09T13:22:00.000-08:00

We moved to Kirkland 22 years ago and into our home 19 years ago this month. I have now lived in Kirkland longer than I did in my hometown and have lived in this home longer than the one in which I was raised. There are sacrifices made to live here: small homes, small yards, condo developments (don't get me started) and traffic, but that is all forgotten when I pull into my neighborhood.

I LOVE Kirkland and in random order here are a few reasons why...

*The Greek Place on Central Way. I've lived here 20+ years, grab a souvlaki there at least once a month and can never remember the actual name of the place. But the lamb skewers???? Oh my goodness.

*Walks to Lake Washington.

*The pavillion in Moss Bay that serves no real purpose but centers the town.

*My neighbors. I've always said that our street is where Richie Cunningham lived before his folks bought a two-story house when Joanie was born. They were short-sighted to leave. Back in 1991, the Hills and the Lyons were great neighbors. They have become our dear and trusted friends. And I don't want to imagine the past twenty years without them.

*1982 Little League World Series Champs. 'Nuff said.

*Memories: i.e., my two-year old son once urinated from the bridge in a crowded playpark downtown. Proud moments such as these must be treasured. (In retrospect, perhaps I should have kept a better eye on him.)

*I cannot run to the grocery store without running into an old friend. (must get better about applying making up before running Saturday am errands).

*We are superior to Redmond.

*You do not need a club membership in a place where you can work out out of doors 365 days a year (if you don't mind the occasional drizzle). The weather is so temperate that if it drops below 50 or above 75, you begin to hear complaints from the locals. I also love the flexibility of the true Kirklandite!

*Walking into town on a summer's evening and choosing between a dozen really good places to eat. Including Thin Pan!!! They must have heard my cries and have remained open!

*The most beautiful outdoor baseball park anywhere to be found. Every year the Little League Baseball parade's finale is held here... If that's not America, then slap a beret on my head and call me Frenchie!

*Hot Dogs at the aforementioned Baseball Park. Split lengthwise, grilled and served with grilled onions. Life changing. To bite into one on a warm sunny evening while watching your kid play ball? It is one of life's rare but perfect moments.

*Park Place Books. A real-life actual independent bookstore. With staff who actually read the books.

*Home of Costco's Kirkland Signature Brand. People from all over the country understand and appreciate me the moment they hear where I'm from. You can't buy branding like this (unless, of course, you are Costco).

*Wednesday Market. Every Wednesday afternoon between May and October I can buy fresh flowers, organic cheese, tomatoes, kettle corn, scented lotions, basil, and a taco... all while meandering along the shore of the lake and mingling with the very people who grew or made these products. I LOVE Wednesdays!

*The scene when you drop off of 405 and head into Kirkland. You come down the hill, there are maple trees on your right, the baseball field and the lake in the foreground. When the sun is setting, it is breath-taking... and most of all, when I see that scene, day or night, rain or shine, I know I am home.

When I die, I don't need a headstone, but I would love one of those plaques that are on park benches placed around town. I just want one that says I lived here and I loved this place...

Poetry, Second Stanza

2010-03-08T20:13:00.000-08:00

This next poem is dedicated to my huge following of other middle-aged woman (aka Anne and Gail). I loved the message and power of this poem!!!! It makes me happy to be female and even happier to be aging (and that takes some doing!) Thanks to Ms. Sarton, for her great wisdom... and for other great women who have paved the way through life for me, especially Mom, who aged (and even died) with grace and humor.

Now I Become Myself

Now I become myself. It's taken
Time, many years and places;
I have been dissolved and shaken,
Worn other people's faces,
Run madly, as if Time were there,
Terribly old, crying a warning,
"Hurry, you will be dead before--"
(What? Before you reach the morning?
Or the end of the poem is clear?
Or love safe in the walled city?)
Now to stand still, to be here,
Feel my own weight and density!
The black shadow on the paper
Is my hand; the shadow of a word
As thought shapes the shaper
Falls heavy on the page, is heard.
All fuses now, falls into place
From wish to action, word to silence,
My work, my love, my time, my face
Gathered into one intense
Gesture of growing like a plant.
As slowly as the ripening fruit
Fertile, detached, and always spent,
Falls but does not exhaust the root,
So all the poem is, can give,
Grows in me to become the song,
Made so and rooted by love.
Now there is time and Time is young.
O, in this single hour I live
All of myself and do not move.
I, the pursued, who madly ran,
Stand still, stand still, and stop the sun!
May Sarton

Poetry In Motion

2010-03-06T12:01:00.000-08:00

I've never considered myself one who enjoyed poetry. I'm too impatient to slow down enough to appreciate all its layers. But the past couple of weeks, I've stumbled upon two poems that brought tears to my eyes: Because of their truth, their beauty and the clean way they used the English language to evoke so much emotion.

The first one I found was in a bookstore in South Carolina. It's from Langston Hughes and here it is:

Mother to Son

Well, son, I'll tell you:
Life for me ain't been no crystal stair.
It's had tacks in it,
And splinters,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor --
Bare.
But all the time
I'se been a-climbin' on,
And reachin' landin's,
And turnin' corners,
And sometimes goin' in the dark
Where there ain't been no light.
So boy, don't you turn back.
Don't you set down on the steps
'Cause you finds it's kinder hard.
Don't you fall now --
For I'se still goin', honey,
I'se still climbin',
And life for me ain't been no crystal stair.

I can't think of any greater wisdom to share with my own son than to keep climbing... Thank you Mr. Hughes.

I'll post the next one in a day or two.

Happily in their Debt

2010-03-01T09:20:00.000-08:00

I’ve thought a lot this week about the kindnesses of others. The generosity of friends.

Last week a dear family friend took our son, Brian, to Subway for dinner. This was a fairly simple, straightforward gesture and yet it took my breath away. I was so moved that it brought tears to my eyes. And then I realized why.

Because there is nothing more humbling or tender than when someone does something for you that you can’t do for yourself. While in the past six weeks or so, I’ve wanted nothing more than to hug my son and to pamper him in someway, I can’t. The support I can provide him is so limited right now. But Leah could. And she did. She didn’t wait until she ran into him, but she tracked him down, reached out to him and gave him a meal and a listening ear and encouragement. Just like a mom might do. Now, Leah certainly isn't old enough to be Brian's mother, but she nurtured him (and us) just the same.

She also shared a message from me with him… and then carefully took pictures and videos and delivered them to us. She has a very busy life, with so much to do and yet she found time to do this for our family.

Leah and her husband Yancy served as a proxy for us last week and I am forever in their debt. I'm grateful for another glimpse into the joys of giving and receiving vicariously.

Julie & Julia... & Lynn?

2010-02-22T18:45:00.000-08:00

Okay, I'm re-committing to blogging... not every day, but when something strikes me. And today, something did. 'Dropped by the grocery store and grabbed a few things that sounded good. First thing on my list? Butternut squash. We've become addicts this winter. Arrived home with the squash and a few other fruits and vegetables (the cadbury eggs are considered a fruit, by the way).I omitted the bacon, baked the squash brushed with a touch of olive oil for about an hour prior to tossing in with the chicken. I had cilantro instead of parsley, so used that instead and actually think it was better for it. I also added one and a half bananas... they are amazing, by the way... Then I served over quinoa. Tasty and v. healthy.

Steve, in his best "Top Chef" voice told me my flavor profiles were perfection. (This is why I cook for this man).

What a nice Monday-night miracle to find a new, untried recipe which you have all the ingredients for... and you end up loving it!!! And now, my husband is cleaning up the dishes as I blog... (another reason I cook for him!) ahh... life is as sweet as those bananas in honey. Now if I could just figure out the margin alignments on my blog... Getting greedy, I guess.

EASIEST EVER CHICKEN MARYLAND

Printed from COOKS.COM

2 chicken breasts, cut into cubes.
3-4 slices of bacon (optional)
1 banana, sliced
1/2 of a butternut squash, cubed (or more if wanted)
parsley, salt, pepper
1 can tinned sweet corn
butter
a little honey

Sauté the chicken, bacon (optional) and butternut squash. When nearly done, push everything to one side of the pan. Add the banana and a squirt of honey; sauté the banana in the honey over medium-high heat.

Add the sweet corn and some fresh parsley, and a good dollop of butter. Mix altogether, making sure chicken is cooked.

Serve hot. A sweet, buttery dish... great on a cold day.

Southern Charm

2010-02-21T17:22:00.001-08:00

Just three old salts hanging out.

We just returned from a lovely week with friends in the Carolinas and Georgia. We'd never been there before, but we quickly fell in love with the people, the architecture.... and the food!

Oh my goodness, the food: fried chicken, barbecued pork, shrimp and grits, key lime pie, black bottom pie, pecan pie, red velvet cake, pralines, pecan chicken, deep fried pickles (I'm not kidding), deep fried peanuts, boiled peanuts, she-crab soup, crab cakes, crab cakes benedict, catfish, sweet potato casserole... and waffles. Steve says we can't move there because he'd weigh 300 pounds.

We had such a great time with our friends, who are younger, kinder and more energetic than we are. It was a great time discovering another beautiful corner of the country. We were a little shocked when we got off the plane to near freezing temperatures. And the next day, we found ourselves in the first real snow fall that Myrtle Beach, SC had seen in 21 years! Timing is everything. The locals went crazy and we loved seeing snow men lining the beaches like crazy sentinels.

We've decided the best part of traveling is the opportunity that it gives you to imagine your life in a different place and lived in a different way. Every place we go, we swear we're ready to move there. Then we happily return to our little home and routines in sleepy Kirkland and remember why we chose to live in our own beautiful little corner of the world.

A very chilly pelican

Myrtle Beach

It looks warmer than it was

Charleston

I LOVED the Spanish Moss

Ode to a Bathroom Attendant

2009-12-14T17:09:00.000-08:00

Last week Steve and I had the chance to go on a wonderful trip (about which I will bore you with a blog entry with soon). We flew out of Seattle late Friday night and had a few hour lay over in Charlotte, North Carolina (I was pretty excited about this because I'd never been to NC, so now I can check that state off my list - with an asterisk of course, beings that I've only seen the inside of the airport. See also Alaska... uhhh, I digress.) So we arrive in Charlotte at about 6 am, which is 3 am Seattle time. You can imagine that I was a little worse for wear.

The airport was much larger, busier and modern than I was expecting.

I went into the restroom to freshen up a bit. Immediately I was impressed because on the counter was complementary mouthwash, "ladies" products and those great mints that melt in your mouth. Already I'm already feeling perkier. By the time I've entered the area with stalls, I can hear two women conversing... one of them very animated. It quickly became clear that this woman was a restroom attendant. She was moving quickly, finding empty stalls for her guests, tidying up, and taking care of everyone. The first thing I heard her say was, "yes, I DO like my job. I get to talk to people all day long who are going all over the world." I was so impressed with the energy and joy she brought into an airport bathroom! (She brightened my day even more than the thought of free tampons!) All the while as she worked so efficiently, she kept a cheerful line of chatter. As I was washing my hands, I heard her say to a traveler who must have been complaining about long flights, "Oh, so you have a long day ahead of you, do you?" And she said it with such genuine compassion... This from a woman who would spend her day in an airport bathroom.

Steve and I were soon off to a beach vacation in Mexico. But throughout my vacation, and now since my return, I keep thinking of this wonderful woman who chooses to be happy and, more importantly, to share that happiness with others. I want to be like that: to be the kind of person who doesn't wait for better circumstances to be happy. But who chooses happiness and kindness and love.

So, my sincere thanks to this stranger who I'll never see again... and who I'll never forget.

Tis the Season to be Thankful

2009-11-20T07:15:00.000-08:00

A Few Random things For Which I'm Grateful:

* Pandora. I'm listening to Christmas tunes right now on one of three radio stations that I've designed myself. I never have to listen to a song I don't like... and this is all free. As a kid, I never would have imagined that kind of luxury. I'm truly grateful for technology and how it sweetens my life.

* Matching Senses of Humor. I'm grateful that the three of us share the same twisted brand of humor. This has drawn and held us together in times of stress and frustration. Laughter makes pretty much everything better.

* Church Callings. I love that every couple of years my life is shifted by an outside force. One year I'm studying doctrines to teach adults, another I'm a party planner and then I find myself presenting flannel board stories to 3-year olds. I don't choose where I serve but I've never had a calling that I haven't 1) grown from and 2) gained a new friend. It's one of life's miracles.

* Being married to someone who is so different from who I am. Steve is the perfect foil for me. We see things so differently and this has taught me so much over the years.

* Uncertainty. It is the most uncomfortable feeling, but I have come to appreciate the way this causes me to stop leaning "on the arm of man" and drives me to a reliance on a the only sure foundation: a Loving Father in Heaven and His Son. I can't see the path, but I'm learning to trust that He will guide me through it.

* Health. Possibly the most unappreciated blessing in my 46 years.

* A Happy Son. I don't know how Brian manages it, but from half a world away, he brightens my day each day by his unfailing positive attitude.

* 5th Place. How grateful I am to have raised my son in the Cul de Sac that time forgot. With neighbors who have taught our family about service, compassion and humor. My hope is that I'll grow old and die there as well.

* Friends of different ages: Those who are older and wiser who I want to emulate, those who are younger and more energetic who motivate to keep trying new things, those who share a million memories of raising our children together. And for Pat, who I hardly see, but who I can't remember a time before her. She is my first memory and though years may go by between visits, there is not an ounce of discomfort or awkwardness.

* Friends to whom I'm related. I've heard the quote, "Friends are God's apology for our families." But God owes me no apologies. My family members are among my dearest friends.

*This time of year. I love Thanksgiving, Christmas, and the feeling that comes with this season...

Halloween Miracle

2009-10-31T12:08:00.001-07:00

This morning I took a walk. All through the night we'd heard the rain through the open bedroom window. But this morning, it was a battle between sun and clouds. As I plugged in the nano and tied up my shoes, the clouds were winning.

But just as I was cresting the last hill on my way home, the sun broke through the clouds. And it got warm. Almost uncomfortably so. It was wonderful... one last kiss of summer. It felt so good that I closed my eyes and inhaled as deeply as I could... only to realize that I smelled Christmas. The wet pine needles and bark beckoned me to that other favorite of my year... the Holidays.

For one brief moment, I had it all: summer saying goodbye and the holidays welcoming me back home. It was the sweetest contradiction I've ever encountered. A perfect moment in time.

[Editors Note: just realized that Aussies get this combo every year... should I feel less special now?]

Out of the Mouths...

2009-10-28T18:54:00.000-07:00

I haven't blogged lately because, well, I just haven't had much wit or wisdom to impart. (I know... I know... that never stopped me from speaking up in the past.) But this little pearl isn't from me, but stolen from a 3-year old.

Many of you know that I have the incredible privilege of working with the Primary children in our church. These kids are wonderful. They are funny, sweet, kind, with just enough mischief to keep things really interesting.

Sunday was the Primary Sacrament Presentation and the kids were amazing. The Sunbeam teacher (the three-year old class) was out sick, so I had the distinct honor and privilege of keeping three little ones "reverent" as they sat on the front row, right next to the pulpit. After two two-hour practices they were no longer buying into "soldier arms" or "look, your parents are watching", but they really did an amazing job... again, they bring just enough mayhem to keep the Primary Presentation lively. All the kids were incredible and the feeling in the chapel was so sweet and tender. When the meeting was over, kids, parents and teachers alike were on a spiritual high and loving life.

Again, with the Sunbeam teacher out, I was able to substitute their class on the fly. I love teaching this group. Funny, funny kids. Armed with crayons, cut out headbands and a blanket, I was ready.

The topic this Sunday was "Honesty." The class has one little boy who is lovely, adorable and on a different planet most of the time, and two little blond girls: "J", who literally looks like an angel. She has golden hair that falls into natural ringlets, big blue eyes and knows every answer to every question: amazing. The other little girl, "E" is just as beautiful and just as delightful... and her forte is being forthright about her thoughts and feelings... sometimes painfully so.

Initially E let me know that she really wanted her "other" teacher"... you know... the one who brings treats. At this, Angel J came up and hugged me, therefore guilting E into a hug as well. Again, the little boy clueless, quietly picking his nose. I did not ask him for a hug.

Then we begin discussing the topic for the week: Honesty. I asked lots of questions about it and it was clear that they had a great understanding of what Honesty is. I was on a roll. Then I asked, "Have you ever had a time when you weren't honest? How did that make you feel?"

Angel J raised her hand. I thought 'cool... there is a dark underbelly here that I'm going to learn about.' But when called upon, J informed me, "I've never said anything wrong." And looking into those blue eyes, I swear I believed her.

Then E's hand went up. I called upon her. She was uncharacteristically hesitant as she began to speak. "Ummm, one time I said that I would eat my food up all gone when I was done with my bath." She began to look uncomfortable as she spoke. Cruelly I asked, "so did you finish your food all gone when you were finished with your bath?" At this point E's face fell. She said, "... uhhh, I forgot.... {heavy pause}....I don't want to talk about this honesty thing any more."

Ahhh, the wisdom (and honesty) of a child. After almost crying I was laughing so hard, I realized that wise and (almost always) honest E had made a very powerful point. We don't feel good when we aren't honest. And we certainly don't want to dredge up painful memories of past transgressions.... thank heavens for repentance!!!!

Please leave me in Primary until I become as wise as a Sunbeam.

A Hello from Paris, France

2009-09-22T20:04:00.000-07:00

Brian sent me the best birthday present a mom could get: a memory card filled with pics!!! So fun to get a glimpse of missionary life in Paris! Every letter is filled with joy and excitement. And apparently, he's not faking it... judging by the smiles in these photos.

Brian's favorite P-Day activity is playing American Football in the "most beautiful park in the world" just across the way from the Eiffel Tower.

He says the Parisians take pictures of this crazy spectacle!

Happy and so Handsome!

Brian loves working with the Chinese in Paris. He loves the language, the culture, and especially the people!

On a rare, precious day outside of the city: a district hike.

Gangstah's or Missionaries? You Decide. This is with Elder Langouet. Brian has taught this French elder many wonderful things: like how to use the words "dope" and "sick-nasty" in a sentence.

He loves Elder Lazarev (from Washington DC)

and a special message from the Elder himself.

JUMBO JANGA!

2009-09-06T19:56:00.001-07:00

One of Steve's and my favorite past times is the good ole' summer barbecue. We knew when the days of summer were dwindling, we needed to fit in one more backyard bash.

Early in the planning phase, I went to my consultant, Ashley, who is the UPG (Ultimate Party Guru). She mentioned Life-Sized Janga, and I knew we'd found the perfect activity. While the title "life-sized janga" in the invitation confused some of our guests, the more courageous/trusting souls showed up anyway. Did people really think I would stack human bodies?? Disturbing thought on many, many levels...

The final outcome of the evening were great gourmet burgers, a fun backyard movie (hence the classy sheet hanging in my backyard) and a soon-to-be classic game of Janga.

It was so fun to share the evening with friends from different parts of our lives. We are so blessed with good friends who love to have a fun together. We were also blessed that despite the lack of hard hats, no one was injured in this very intense competition. (next time bicycle helmets will be distributed prior to the opening kickoff.) Thanks to Mary Ellen's nimble movements, she avoided the fall of the Tower and won't need to sue us. Again, we are grateful.

We're sad to see summer come to an end, but felt like we did savor it to the fullest!

Lisette Getting Things StartedSteve courageously playing even with his injuries
Out Comes the Ladder
6'3" Dave needed to stretch to reach the top

Mary Ellen: Gracious... and strangely triumphant in defeat

What I Learned On My Summer Vacation

2009-08-30T09:45:00.000-07:00

As another summer rolls to its close, it's time for my beginning of the school year report. The first week of May Steve had foot surgery. The surgery had complications and because of that, our summer has taken on a very different shape from prior years. Judging by our activities, we were not only empty nesters, but apparently we were about 75 years old. Steve has used a wheel chair, crutches, cane and of course hobbling to get from point a to point b for the past 4 months.

Here are some of the things that I learned:

I can be trusted with a lawn mower. (I have suspected this for years). Steve had always jealously guarded the tending of the lawn. I have never known if this was from the fact that he was protective of me... or protective of the lawn. But I've taken on this weekly task and kind of enjoy the process... and dog gone it, both the lawn and myself look just fine.
I cannot be trusted with a week whacker. (Steve has suspected this for years). After having real success with the whole lawn mowing thing, I was ready to move up to edging the lawn. I soon learned it was either the weed whacker or me. After a 90 minute epic battle, the two of us parted company, each a little worse for wear. So please, come enjoy the look of our lovely lawn, just pay no attention to the long grasses along the edges.
Elvis Presley is not a great actor. I know! I was shocked too. But no matter how large a part The King played in Steve's youth, I am still eternally grateful that the Elvis Marathon on TMC is now over. Steve has watched more old movies in the past four months than you can imagine. That Elvis weekend was a real low point. Steve did love being sucked back in time to when his parents would pile in all the kids into the station wagon in their jammies to watch Jail House Rock or Girl Crazy at the Drive In... and unfortunately, I had to pay the price for that this summer.
I love coming home to having Steve perennially perched on the couch! One thing that I really came to enjoy that whenever I flew in from work, my walk, a meeting, Steve was right there... typically with the Remote in hand. He continued to entertain me from this spot on the left end of the couch. When he finally went back to work part time, I was amazed at how sad I was to come home to no Sofa Sentry. I missed his laughter and his interest in my day... even when his own day had been quiet, boring and lonely.
Steve can be focused, to a fault. He is reading "Killer Angels" a novel of Gettysburg. You would think that the battle is still raging. Steve is so upset with Buehl and so saddened for Longstreet... "why won't they listen to him?" I keep reminding him that the battle was was over about 150 years ago... and that by most accounts, it's good that the north won... but Steve is still pretty stressed about the whole thing. That brings me to the last great thing I learned this summer:
I need to learn to be more in the moment. More present in my own life. For 27 years I've considered myself "the efficient one" of the two of us. I can cram a lot into my day and feel good about myself in the evening when I've accomplished things from an imaginary list in my head. I've often been frustrated when I'm waiting in the car while Steve was still getting ready. I finally realized this summer that Steve has a quality of stillness that I lack. He "is where he is" with few distractions and no apology. So often when I'm participating in one activity, I'm spending half my energy planning the next one. Sometimes I swear that I'm sitting above myself critiquing my behavior. As I've watched Steve patiently handle a very slowed pace of life, I realize that he's been able to handle it so gracefully because he doesn't rush himself and doesn't judge himself by some ridiculous list.

So my goal this fall is to take it all a bit more and not judge my self worth by how full my day is. Thanks Steve for the lesson. (I do still reserve the right to sigh and roll my eyes when I am waiting for him in the car).

Happy Happy Birthday Brian Dear!

2009-08-23T08:29:00.000-07:00

Our Brian turns 20 tomorrow. Of course he is always, always in our thoughts, but this week it's with an added measure.

Being Brian's mom has always brought so much laughter and joy... & just a touch of embarrassment from time to time! Though this is the first year of Brian's life that we haven't spent physically together, I feel like I've learned so much about him in the past 11 months and 6 days (who's counting, right?). The things I've learned most about him are about his character.

I've always known that Brian had a sunny disposition. I've known that he is positive & optimistic by nature since he was an infant. But I never realized just how deeply that ran. I've come to see in the last year that even in times of incredible testing and challenge, Brian looks for, and finds the good. He taught me a huge lesson this year in an email he sent me. In responding to my question, "was this week a good one, or was it hard?" He returned this thought to me that has rung in my ears ever since, "Mom, are you crazy???? Don't you know it can be both?" I'll never forget that wisdom.

I've also learned a lot about the depth of Brian's faith. I always sensed faith and conviction within him, but Brian has been one to hold those precious things close to his heart. And so I silently prayed all through Brian's teenager years that he would be quietly gaining a testimony of His Savior. Oh, how this prayer has been answered. When Brian received his mission call, I was terrified. How could he learn these two incredible difficult languages and then serve in such a challenging place? I'm pretty sure Brian was a little terrified himself. Being able to watch Brian tap into his faith and rely on his Savior this past year has been one of the great privileges of my life. His work and prayers have brought about miracles that I couldn't imagine. Brian's faith has strengthened mine. His efforts have strengthened my resolved. His service strengthens me... from 6000 miles away.

So on the eve of my son's 20th birthday, I give thanks to a loving Heavenly Father. I thank Him for giving me 19 years with a son who brought more joy and happiness to his parents than was imaginable to me back in 1989. And I'm thankful, as well, for the past year being physically apart. I'm thankful for the unique lessons that Brian is learning from this sacred experience and I'm especially grateful that I'm able to learn a few of them as well. Maybe Missionary Work is Vicarious Work in its own way.

I Give Thanks.

Water Babies II

2009-08-04T20:41:00.000-07:00

Last weekend we had a Rowley Reunion. It had been too long since we'd been together. I forgot just how fun... and how loud we are when we get together. It really was a blast. Because the weather was hot and beautiful, and because the kids have the coolest grandparents EVER, a slip and slide miraculously appeared in the heat of the afternoon. The kids were hysterical together... Let's not wait three years to do this again!

Elizabeth Rowley making it look like water ballet

Cole and Mark Rowley

Cole Edgell, or as I call him "Colby, Swiss and Cheddar" - Funniest Kid on the Planet

Brett Edgell

Mom and Dad and their 7 Children

With Spouses

and Grandkids!

Water Babies

2009-07-25T10:55:00.000-07:00

Last weekend we took a beautiful drive through the Pass to Bruce and Gail's. We had such a wonderful visit with cinnamon rolls (Gail totally spoils Steve), Chicken "Divin" and incredible company. One thing you can always count on with Bruce and Gail: where they are, their Grandchildren will not be far behind. Enjoying pool time with Gibson and Madison was awesome! I thought these shots were irresistible!

Who is having more fun?? Uncle Bryce Rocks.

Gibson jumping to Uncle Doug

Please note the water level in the goggles.

I've Made a Terrible Mistake

2009-07-17T22:28:00.000-07:00

Sure. Facebook seems like a good idea.

Every one is talking about it:

"You can get back in touch with really old friends", [with the implicit advantage of choosing only images of yourself that hide your wrinkles and those lb's that you've gained since you've last seen these old friends ]
"You can keep in touch with younger and hipper co-workers and nieces and nephews..."
And the surveys? Heaven! What's not to love?

Well, an hour and a half in and I already have serious buyers remorse.

No one tells you the dark side: getting 45 emails in seven minutes and being unable to understand how to respond to the people who haven't bothered to contact you via a visit, phone call, or blog comment (you know who you are).

All of the sudden I am in the middle of 27 "conversations" most of whom are between people that I DON'T KNOW. I can't keep up. I'm confused. I now understand what it is like to be Doug Beagley at a family reunion.

I just want my blog.... I can take a week and a half to complete my entry if I choose. No one interrupts me. It's peaceful here.

Ahhhh. I feel better already.

p.s. and beware to all my younger and hipper family and friends: if I'm on Facebook, it can no longer be cool. Sell Facebook.

Red, Whitish & Blue

2009-07-07T20:52:00.000-07:00

NOTHING says Patriotism more than Cherry, Lemon and Berry Blast Jello!

I'm proud to say that this recipe is a Rowley Fourth of July tradition. They may have taken our sparkler bombs and mortars with the recent fireworks ban, but they will not separate us from the tackiest dessert known to man. It doesn't look good (as you can see), it doesn't taste good (as our guests can attest), but it screams America! Sure Maine and the Great Northwest invariably slip off the plate and this year, we had a real problem with Texas drooping before Berry Blast was set, causing a tidal wave of blue sugar water on my freshly mopped floors. But it was worth all the blood, sweat and three tiers to see this baby pop out of the mold and hear the ooh's and ahh's (or were those gasps?) of our fortunate guests. Invariably there are turf wars (kind of like those in the game of Risk or between the Jets and the Sharks?) over who gets New York or California... standing rule is that you must have lived in a state to claim it as your own. BTW, Cudo's to the rookie Tyler for taking it to Veteran Attendee Kory and staking claim to Florida. Impressive. Most Impressive.

It's Manifest Destiny all over again. I know that by this point you are unconsciously humming "I'm Proud to be an American"... and that's okay.. I understand.

If you are lucky enough to be invited to this social event of the summer next year, you may have the opportunity of savoring these bursts of flavor and celebrating the birth of our nation in the only way it was meant to be celebrated... With J-E-L-L-O. It will be worth the 365 days of anticipation. But, if in the meantime you can't wait for your favorite shimmering dessert, you can pop down to Utah where it is always plentiful... the Jello may be green, but there will be lovely shredded carrots in it... and you can get it every day of the year.

God Bless the USA.

Whenever I Think About Pioneers

2009-07-01T12:20:00.000-07:00

This month in church, we will be teaching the children of our ward about Mormon Pioneers and their trek across country to Utah. I love pioneer stories and have ever since I was a child. I love stories of their bravery, their humor and their quirks. While I don't believe I have any ancestors who crossed the plains, I feel like these incredible individuals are my heritage too.

I love that Steve comes from good ole' Pioneer Stock on both sides of his family. I chose an excerpt from a journal of a member of the Abraham Smoot Company. Steve's Great Great (I've lost track of the number of "Greats" to insert) Grandpa Ralph Nephi Rowley traveled in this same company. (Ralph loved Nephi so much he changed his middle name to honor him upon joining the church).

I love imagining little Levi and his mother bumping into the Rowley clan on a daily basis on that long dusty trail...
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Trail Excerpt:

Mormon Pioneer Overland Travel, 1847–1868
Source:
Wolstenholme, Levi, Life Sketch of Levi Wolstenholme Sr. 2.

The saints finally started for Utah. Mother, now a tiny woman weighing no more than 98 pounds was a widow with we three children to care for. I was the youngest. Just three years old and I had grown to be a fat huskey youngster. We came to Salt Lake in Abram Smoot's company. My parents had joined what was known as the ten pound company while in England therefore our transportation was paid. Nevertheless my mother had to walk a great portion of the way and also carried me. I have often heard my sister Lavinia and brother Daniel tell of how mother would pick up cloths on her way and when night came would sit down, and take off her worn shoes. She then would wash her bleeding feet and wrap them up again in the cloths she had picked up. We finally arrived in Salt Lake City in the fall of 1852.

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Kind of puts things into perspective, huh? I'll try not to whine if the bus is crowded on the commute home today... Even though I reallllllly miss my parking pass.

The Gimp of My Dreams

2009-06-22T19:36:00.000-07:00

Sorry Ladies... He's all Mine!

So, in retrospect, a two week road trip ten days after Steve's ankle surgery, may not have been the wisest choice we've ever made. But it did make for an interesting experience!

On May 16, Steve and I flew to Baltimore and rented a car. Two weeks later, we flew out again. We'd been in 8 states and 1 Canadian province and put 2,500 miles on the rental (we were determined that Thrifty Rent a Car wasn't going to make a nickel off of us!).

Despite Steve's ankle, despite the need to rent a wheel chair, despite 5 1/2 hours in the York, PA emergency room (now that was a cultural experience!), we had a wonderful trip! Steve was an amazing trooper. Every day we'd take off and explore these wonderful scenes from our church's and our nation's history... Every night Steve would unwind his bandages and find that his wound opening more and more! But Steve's sense of humor and adventure wouldn't hold him down.

A few examples of Steve's twisted brand of humor:

Day 3 found us in ER. We waited and waited. While drug addicts and newly released convicts (I kid you not) were seen and sent home, we continued to wait. Finally after more than four hours of waiting, we were assigned a room... or so we thought. We were led to "8H". 'Turns out "H" stood for "Hallway". So, we waited in the hallway for another 45 minutes. During this time Steve had time to consider though and became convinced that H actually stood for "High Priority." This is why I love this man. Through out the trip he also convinced me that all the women were jealous of me, because deep down, "every woman wants a Gimp." After pushing him in the wheelchair for two weeks (and actually losing a couple of pounds), I'm convinced he's right... it's very sexy! Especially when you get to load and unload every suitcase yourself.

In addition to spending time with the world's sexiest unipod, we saw so much that deepened our faith and our gratitude of living in this wonderful country. We spent time at Gettysburg, in Amish Country, we toured Harmony, Pennsylvania, and stood in sacred places in Fayette and Palmyra, New York. We visited Niagara Falls and Kirtland, Ohio. We spent a morning in Harpers Ferry and that afternoon at Antietam. We drove through the first area where Steve served his mission 30 years before and Steve was able to visit with some old, dear friends who took great care of him as he served there. In two days we toured Jefferson's, Madison's, Monroe's and Washington's homes. We had lunch with Brian's mission companion's parents in DC. We attended two different temples. On our last day we had a few hours to kill so we went to the world's fastest beach vacation and spent five minutes at the Jersey shore before returning to the airport. Tired, in desperate need of laundry services, and foot-sore (especially poor Steve!) but very happy.

Our wonderful Missionary Tour Guides at the Banks of the Susquehanna

Outside the Peter Whitmer FarmhouseThe Sacred Grove

Possibly the happiest day of his life...

the day when Steve toured the Joseph Smith Farm on a Jazzy Scooter!

Niagara Falls

Gnome enjoying the view

Maid Of the Mist... this was a blast!

Steve preaching on the same steps where Joseph Smith once preached.

Some day a bolt of lightening will find this man!

Harpers Ferry

Antietam Cemetary... Memorial Weekend

James and Dolly Madison Hanging out in their backyard.

Ahhh. The Sweet Release of a Car Nap

Mt Vernon

A funeral Cortage at Arlington Natl Cemtary

The Rowleys "Represent" at Gettysburg

The Site of Pickett's Charge

The DC temple with Tamara Lazarev...

The Jersey Shore

Literally... The Best Weekend of My Life

2009-06-07T18:42:00.000-07:00

My voice is gone, I'm exhausted and I gained 4 pounds in three days. Sounds like the perfect Girls' Reunion! Thanks to all the Female Beagley Gang for a great weekend. There were too many aprons and not enough seem rippers. Too many m & m's and not enough rice pudding. And the hours definitely flew by too quickly... Other than that it was perfect.

Every reunion I learn something about our family. This weekend I had the startling revelation that something in Beagley DNA might make us just a tad bit dramatic. This is probably not such a epiphany to Teri, Emily, Stephanie... or Steve for that matter. Only a precious few of us dodged this Drama Gene! As for the rest of us, we never met a story that we didn't like and the older we get the better we were! Thanks to all of the "outlaws" for putting up with the sheer volume (both number of stories and decibels!) that we can seem to produce.

Megan, thank you especially for hosting... You are an incredible hostess and do so much to bring our family together. I love you all and look forward to the next time we will be together.

GIRL POWER!!!!!

Parisian Pics

2009-04-23T11:40:00.001-07:00

Monday was a Banner Day for the Rowley's. After only 7 months of waiting, we received two memory cards from Brian... filled with about 700 photos and a few precious movies. It was wonderful to see that he looks as happy as he sounds. He is certainly having many grand adventures.

Chinese New Year... in Paris

Chinese New Year Dinner Celebration...

apparently every dinner was like this for about a week. Back at the Eiffel Tower

A frozen fountain

Versailles

Note the performance art that the Elders are displaying in front of the priceless art work at Versailles. Can you say, "ugly Americans"?

At least there is one American that the Europeans can appreciate...

Yet another Cultural Experience for Elder Rowley

I'll Go Where You Want Me to Go... Especially if it's Trondheim

2009-04-15T11:58:00.000-07:00

Alicia arrived in Norway last week. Here is a photo of the town where she is serving. Wow. I want to go on a mission. Now.

Nights in Rodanthe? What a Crock!

2009-04-03T10:41:00.001-07:00

Picture this: A Rainy Thursday evening in Kirkland. I'm waiting for a break in the raindrops (this proved futile) to go get some exercise. While I'm waiting, I figure I'd better keep up my energy. Solution? Frozen chocolate chip cookies in outdoor freezer. (it only takes one). I head out the backdoor onto the rain-soaked deck.

Note: rain-soaked deck = ice rink.

I go flying up into the air and then crashing down onto hands, elbows, thighs, knees. This was not pretty. But because I am a goal-oriented person, I persevere and fight my way to the outdoor freezer. Frozen chocolate chip cookies are a great pain-reliever (it takes several). I head back in after getting out frozen ground beef, turkey breast and everything else I will ever need (cookies tucked nicely in hand), because I am NEVER going out on that deck again.

At this point my mood shifts from one of motivated exercise junky to old woman who was lucky not to have broken a hip. I crank up the fireplace to about 80 degrees, grab old quilt and hunker down with the remote. I decide to treat myself to a chick flick, because 1) Steve is working late, 2) I've almost broken a hip, as you'll recall and 3) I am going to the temple tomorrow so my spirituality is obviously in great shape. (and yes, this was the actual response in my head in answer to my question if I really deserved this luxury).

So I flip through my On Demand choices, with one thought in mind: finding a film that Steve will never want to watch. After flipping through several options, I see Nights in Rodanthe and figure why not? While Richard Gere is my sister's Anne thing and not mine, I know I'll never get to see this in Steve's presence... so I give it a try. I should have known as soon as I saw "based on a novel by Nicholas Sparks" (my gag reflexes unaccountably kicked in at this point). But I've paid my $5.99... yes, I had sprung for the HD version, because I don't know if I've mentioned it, but I'd taken a fall so I deserved it.

I spent a good deal of the movie rolling my eyes and it wasn't until I heard Steve roll into the driveway an hour and a half after the movie was over, that I realized why. I'm sick to death of Hollywood discounting long-term relationships in favor of "the love of one's life" because they spent a weekend together once.

My husband is the love of my life, not because of flowery speeches or sexy love letters. It's because he comes home to me every night. And typically, he seems genuinely happy to be there. Even after 26 years of the place. Because of the Little Things. Like, sometimes after I've gone to bed if he sees my cell phone isn't in the charger, he'll hunt around for it, so my cell doesn't run out of batteries the next day. Or, because he says that he'd rather ski with me than anyone. And he says it in a way that makes me believe it, even though it defies all logic. And because, he'd rather watch American Idol with me than on his own. This isn't meant to be a love-letter to my husband, although, he certainly deserves one.

It's a love letter to life-long commitment. Through it all. Through 5:00 am alarm clocks, bill paying, weight gain, and the tedium of hearing each other's rants too many times. I could write a sonnet about Steve's reaction to someone cutting him off in traffic and he could write one about mine when I've made dinner and people don't rush to the table when it's ready to be served. We've heard it all before and we still keep coming home to each other. So, please don't tell me that I gave up all my dreams because I chose to be married young. Don't tell me that I can't or didn't "fulfill" myself because I "settled" for a life as a wife and mother. Don't tell me that this weekend that Richard Gere and Diane Lane share has more meaning than a life time of love being tested by... life.

Because that is what it is about. The weekends away are fabulous! But it's the day-to-day, year-in and year-out grind that tests, proves and refines True Love.

I will give the movie one star. For Richard Gere who is looking great! He appears to be botox and laser-surgery free and looks more handsome than he did when he was An Officer and A Gentleman.

Anne, I finally get the appeal!

The 2nd Best Email EVERRRRR!

2009-03-30T08:36:00.000-07:00

We were so thrilled to receive the sweet email and picture from Zina in Rochester a couple weeks back. Today, we received another one from one of the Sister Missionaries who is teaching Zina in New York. It is truly a privilege to have Brian be a part of such an incredible group of young people who are serving through out the world.

Here is the email:

Hey All
My name is Sister Burns, and I'm serving in the New York Rochester Mission. If Rochester sounds familiar its because you should have recieve an email from Zina Scoirtino with a picture of her and your children in Versaille.
I was one of the Sisters teaching her in Rochester. We were so nervous for Zina to go to France and not have contact with us for almost 2 weeks. But low and behold the Lord works in wonderous ways and our Zina ran into your Missionaries. What an answer to our prayers on the other side of the world. We were so excited to here that she had had missionary contact. Hopefully she saw that as some type of sign. She also finally admitted that she was investigating, which is a huge step for her. I wanted you to know of the influence your children have had on me and on missionary work in Rochester. I think that it is amazing how things work. I know your children probably have no idea of the fruits of there labors, so I wanted you to pass a long to them, that one of there fruits is in Rochester. We work together in this and theres no stopping the gospel. There are people out there being prepared to hear and learn the Gospel and when they have been fully prepared there is no getting away from it, even on the other side of the world. I'm so thankful that Zina was able to feel the spirit that your missionaries carry with them. The Gospel is True, this work is real and moving forward. And I will forever remember the six missionaries that our crazy investigator Zina ran into while she was in France.
Thank you and God Bless
Sister Laura Burns

Heartbreak at Raptor Ridge

2009-03-24T07:12:00.001-07:00

Steve and I had such a great weekend. After a morning temple session, I wanted to take a hike and Steve wanted to see the ocean. We compromised and did a hike up along Chuckanut Drive, just south of Bellingham. [Editors Note: It is important for Seattleites to go to Chuckanut after a long rainy winter to remind themselves why we live here. When you see that view, you realize that it is worth a lot of short days and a lot of rain puddles to live in the most amazing place on earth.]

By the time we'd run errands, (because everybody knows that you need Trader Joe's trail mix before you can hike), it was 3 pm before we arrived at the trailhead. We'd never done any hiking in the area, so it was all unchartered territory. We decided that we'd do a nice short hike up to a place called Huckleberry Point. We arrived in good time and while the view from there was very pretty, we decided there was more to see, and headed on to Raptor Ridge.

There is one other tidbit that is essential to understand to appreciate the Rowley hiking experience: Steve is a total athlete who can wipe me out in just about any sport known to man. BUT there is one place where I have him. I can out-hike him. While I am by no means a backpacking savant, I can certainly out-hike Steve. I love day hikes and nothing makes me happier, so I usually hike up ahead and then stop and wait for him, then we visit for a while as we walk together before I can't stand it and then head up again and go on ahead... This works fine for Steve who has never been in a hurry to get anywhere (except the ski slopes or a baseball game).

We both were having a great time visiting and just enjoying the sites and mostly the peace and quiet. Once we left the main trail, we saw only three other hikers the rest of the trip. It was great!

This leads me to the heartbreak: After this wonderful hike together, where I patiently waited for Steve throughout, all of the sudden I see him sprinting toward me. I'm so happy to see him, and thrilled to see him moving so quickly! I said, "you're here! awesome!" Well, I don't know how that snake did it, but somehow he sensed when we were literally 40 feet from the summit. He flies past me and rushes ahead of me so he can beat me to the summit at Raptor Ridge. He rushed up so quickly he disturbed some huge bird from its perch that could have been a beautiful sight, but no, Steve must conquer!

Well, I'm sure those who know me would agree how mature I am. So I am relatively unbothered by this infantile display of machismo. . . Until my dear sweet husband spends the next fifteen minutes telling me things like, "you mustn't feel badly honey, because you've done your best." And, "coming in second is nothing to be ashamed of." If I hadn't been laughing so hard I would have thrown the man off the cliff!

Since I decided not to kill him, it ended up being a great day together! He is so much fun and really makes me laugh. After taking some time to enjoy the gorgeous view, we headed back down. We returned to the car by about 6:30, having hiked about 8 1/2 miles. It was a wonderful way to spend a spring afternoon. We spent the drive back planning our retirement on Chuckanut Drive. No one should take this retirement plan too seriously, as we also have plans to retire on Maui, in Idaho, and the Virgin Islands. We're going to be some really busy old folks.

Here is evidence that I was ahead of Steve....

You'll note that this photo was taken from up above him!!!!

This is BEFORE he made his move!

Views from the Summit

Sunset fromChuckanut Drive

The Best Email EVERRRRR!

2009-03-18T15:48:00.001-07:00

Brian mentioned in his last email that he would be going to Versailles yesterday on a District Outing. I was thrilled to hear he'd have the opportunity. I was happier still when I received the above picture and following email this afternoon. It was especially precious because 1) yesterday was Brian's 6-month anniversary of entering the MTC, and 2) he hasn't sent us any pics since the first package when he was in the MTC. God Bless Zina!

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dear parents and families,

my name is zina and i am from rochester ny. i have been in paris for a few days and found myself in Versailles on tuesday, 3/17/09 and met your children in the main square of Versailles. The elders and sisters are doing well....they look healthy and happy. they were eager to speak english and i know a little bit about LDS as i currently am investigating myself with sisters from the rochester area.

they all send their love and miss everyone. please be at ease that they are well and doing the Lord's work. they are full of love and laughter....

a special hello to CJ Bruegge's mom....i lived in montrose, california and my favorite restaurant is the Star Cafe with coffee at Mad Cow. your son was so happy to talk about la crescenta and wanted me to share that.

Attached is pic of all of us in Versailles. A piece of them is now with you. God Bless all of you and especially, your children.

Zina

Made for Walkin'?

2009-03-07T15:30:00.000-08:00

I am forty-five year old woman who, just this week, broke new ground. I purchased the first pair of boots I've ever owned.

See above, only think ' black'. Because I'm edgy.

Be afraid. These boots will bring about a whole new attitude. Steve is quaking in his... well, you know.

The Weaker Sex? You Decide...

2009-02-26T13:55:00.000-08:00

Zip-a-dee-ay & Heigh-dee-ho!

2009-02-23T19:37:00.000-08:00

Last Friday was my dad's 88th Birthday. He certainly wears it well. He walks 3 miles a day, paints water color scenes almost every day, reads incessantly, and has an incredible sense of humor. I know he misses my mom with every breath he takes, but he is unfailingly positive and never complains. He is incredibly low maintenance and happy. (we'll wait to post his failings in another blog posting sometime!)

One of my dad's great passions in life is his MG's. I think he has 5, but I have a hard time keeping track. I firmly believe my father knows more about these cars than anyone in the US. He has written hundreds of articles about them over the years and has worked and cussed over them for years (okay, we'll cover one of his failings in this entry, apparently). My wonderful niece Amanda made him a beautiful MG cake to celebrate the big day. I think the picture illustrates effectively how he felt about it. We had a great time together. There was a great representation of the Washington contingency of the Beagley clan. If we'd had ice cream, the day truly would have been perfect... (gee, I hope Mark has my blog address). Thanks to everyone who came. It meant the world to Dad... and to me! We'll see you all at Easter!

Amanda and Grandpa... and "The Cake"

The Clan

Henry, his mother, and his choo-choo's.
(someone in 86 years will be blogging about his passion for trains!)

Individual Bravery & Sisterly Solidarity

2009-02-17T11:20:00.000-08:00

My friend A has had a rough winter. In December she was rushed in for emergency surgery. This surgery is to be followed by another operation, as well as chemo and radiation treatments. But in her typical way, A has handled it with grace, humor and faith. And a whole lot of courage...

On Thursday night, the night before her first round of chemo, A hosted a party. A Headshaving Party. You see, A wanted to choose when and how her hair would go (as I mentioned, this woman has some spunk to her!). So, she invited a dozen women or so to come join in on the experience. I must say, I went with some very real fear in my heart.

But I learned another great lesson on Thursday. Women can have fun doing just about anything. We ate, laughed and swapped stories as A's sister cut and then shaved her head. Several took turns shaving A's head, to get in on the action. Of course they tried a mohawk before the final "do" just to see what it would be like... after all, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

And then, a real miracle occured. Several friends chose to join her. It was awe inspiring to watch these women (and a couple of men) choose to share just a bit in A's path. The miracle of friendship is a powerful thing. The best part of all was seeing these women with their new hair-do's.

I realized that I had never seen any of them look more beautiful!

It was a great night... until I returned home to share with Steve this enpowering experience. He listened, impressed and inspired as I was. When I finished he said, "why didn't you join in and shave your head? I'm disappointed in you." I know... can you believe it? He knows my deep-dark secret and still he was so insensitive. I gasped, grabbed his hand, held it it the back of my head and said, "How can you say that when you know about the hideous lump on my head! I would need an additional hat just for my bump!" Well, at least my husband understands the power of sisterhood... but really, if you'd felt the horrible bump (which may in actuality be my lifeless twin), you wouldn't ask this of me! My life lesson from the night is that women are good and my husband is kind of mean. Although, I've got to say neither of these gems came as huge surprises to me.

I am grateful for the women in my life who have more courage and faith (not to mention better shaped-heads) than I do. I am so grateful that I am surrounded by this force in my life. God bless you A. I know that you will be sustained, strengthened and uplifted over the coming weeks. And I know we'll all be changed by the experience. I'm also honestly grateful for my mean husband who loves courage and compassion more than locks of hair. Even though he was pretty mean.

Hundreds Protest Global Warming

2009-02-10T11:57:00.000-08:00

The Knowledge of the Heart

2009-01-30T11:32:00.000-08:00

I've spent a lot of time recently thinking about the difference between knowing something intellectually and knowing it spiritually.

In the past few weeks, I've had the opportunity to discuss my beliefs with several friends who view life very differently than I do. As I've talked with these friends, I've had such a hard time describing what I mean. I keep pointing to my chest and saying, "I know it here."

I've also had the dubious honor (like many of us) of feeling much less temporally secure than I did six months ago, when my future seemed very clear and defined. It's brought me an appreciation of learning. I mean really learning. Like coming to know something in the depths of your heart and soul. So much, that in the process of learning it, you believe that it can never be shaken from you. Even Christ needed to learn this way... "that he may know according to the flesh" (Alma 7:12).

Like with anything worth having, this type of learning costs. Sometimes it costs dearly. But I'm starting to wonder, if this isn't what life is all about. This learning to give up things: your kids as they grow up, your love affair with your bank account, your supposed-self reliance. To stop clinging to things that only pretend to bring peace or security. To learn to walk the tight rope without a net, with your eyes fixed on the real goal in front of you and not on all the distractions in the circus tent. To learn what is real and what is just an ornate facade. To learn where true peace comes from and not the watered-down version that I too often settle for.

While in the past months I've felt more discomfort than I ever have in my life, it is worth the price. I still pray for a calmer economic front and peace and safety, but I'm grateful for the reminder. And I hope that once the troubled waters have calmed, (and they will calm) I'll keep with me another reminder from Alma, "if ye have experienced a change of heart, and if ye have felt to sing the song of redeeming love, I would ask, can ye feel so now?"

I'm glad that I am learning this lesson "according to the flesh". Now I just need to remember it.

Beagliest Losers? I Think Not!

2009-01-21T09:00:00.001-08:00

Please take note:

Forks stayed in hand until our mission was accomplished.

Saturday, Gail, Karine and I went to Tri-Cities. We did a temple session and then had a wonderful lunch with Megan and Anne. Three hours of solid eating is probably not great for the Family Weight Loss Plan. Perhaps for this program to work, we need to take a vow that we will not see other members of the family until "the final episode." I will say, that with the way our mouths flew in conversation, we probably did burn some impressive conversational calories.

And not matter what, the laughter, the Mongolian Beef and definitely the 7-layer chocolate cake were worth the calories, the drive and the stomache ache that shortly followed the experience.

I may be chubby, but at least I've got my Sistahs with me.

Love American Style

2009-01-08T13:10:00.000-08:00

You know, women really can not be trusted. They are greedy, grasping and you can never give them enough. They will take your soul if you let them... or apparently any other body parts that are readily available. If you've ever doubted this, I've got proof from the New York Daily News:

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A Long Island surgeon embroiled in a nearly four-year divorce proceeding wants his estranged wife to return the kidney he donated to her, although he says he’ll settle for $1.5 million in compensation.
Dr. Richard Batista, a surgeon at Nassau University Medical Center, told reporters at his lawyer’s Long Island office Wednesday that he decided to go public with his demand for kidney compensation because he has grown frustrated with the negotiations with his estranged wife.

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All the poor man wants is to leave the marriage with what he went into it with. The guy has already lost his heart. Can't he get his kidney back? or the reasonable facsimile? (which is apparently $1,500,000).

Look how sad he looks. He is obviously missing his kidney.

This Was No Silent Night

2008-12-30T16:50:00.000-08:00

The Cast of the Nativity

Steve and I weren't sure what this Christmas would hold, but it was one for the books! A foot of snow (our first-ever Seattle white Christmas... I've waited a LOT of years for this!), a phone call from France and hosting dinner with friends Christmas nights were some great highlights.
We also had a wonderful Christmas Eve... As is tradition, we spent the evening with Steve's parents in Port Orchard. We had the annual Mexican Feast and Nativity Play, but this year, we added a special twist: Santa showed up!!!! A few of you may recognize his uncanny resemblance to Uncle Steve!

The Transition Begins

Steve doesn't really relish being the center of attention, so he was initially a little reticent. But one look at the wonder-filled faces of his nieces and nephew, and Steve's heart was won over. The little ones were so enamored by Santa showing up in Grandma's living room! Almost four-year old Skylie was the least shy of the group and approached Santa as soon as he was seated in the chair of honor. She walked up, looked up at him with those doe eyes of hers and said in a clear and confident voice, "Santa, I cleaned my room." I thought Steve's heart would melt. He got so many hugs and kisses from the little guys and he is such a sucker for that. It really made his Christmas... and mine! He got so excited at the end that he almost took a few eyes out as he tossed candy to unsuspecting family members... but no one was maimed, so it was a good night for Santa Claus.

Oddly enough, just as Santa had left, Steve returned to the party. He said to the kids, "Hey, guess what I just saw??? I saw Santa and his sleigh fly off!" The kids looked at him with awe. Little Elizabeth asked with great excitement, "did you see Rudolph?" Steve replied, "I did see a bright red nose... that must have been him." Elizabeth was very excited and said in a very superior tone to her older brother, "see Mark! I told you Rudolph wasn't just a story!"

....And to all a good night!!!!

Santa with Skylie

...and Elizabeth

...and Mark!

(Mark was hysterical, because he was quite nervous to introduce himself to Santa. But after a bit of positive-self talk he geared up, put his game face on, and as you can see, got quite comfortable very quickly!)

Greetings from France

2008-12-19T18:31:00.000-08:00

I thought folks might be ready for an Elder Rowley Update. Here are a few quotes from recent emails... Brian, in his own words: scary thought, huh? I've left the punctuation and style just as we received.... I hope no one is offended by a few of B's turns of phrase, but those who know him well wouldn't recognize him without them...

Here they are:

its kind of weird being roomates with people who have been on their missions way longer than me cuz its hard to quote new movies and stuff. hopefully i don't lose my sense of humor. [this has been the only fear that Brian has shared with us since arriving in Paris. the kid is definitely unique!]
today was elder fairbourne's b day so we went bowling on our p day it was awesome! then we went and got pizza kobobs. soooooo bomb. [I included this to show that Brian is really appreciating the french cuisine!]
im gay enough i have a freaking scarf!!!! there so normal over here but dad dont worry im drawing the line here!!!! NO MAN NIKKERS!!!!! [Steve and Brian have always shared a disdain for men wearing capris. They refer to them as "man nickers"]
i miss you all dearly though but this is where im supposed to be. nothing is bad!!! and if something seems bad or hard, its really not. it really is only for our good to make us better and stronger. the lord loves us so much and he would never just let us suffer for nothing, it is always great for us in the long run. sacrifices, i've learned are really just big leaps of faith. and it always seems hard or bad at first, but it ends up being giving up something good for something great, its not really a sacrifice. we have so much to be thankful for its ridiculous!!!!! gosh life is good and will just keep getting better!
ive noticed really quickly that the worst days on the mission are days where you dont work hard. there was one day this week where we were on exchanges and i was with elder navarro and we couldn;t do enything cuz neither of us spoke french and so we just sat around!!!! it was freaking horrible!!!! the worst day of my mission, but it was such a good experience!!! all of our trials are in the long run.

We're thrilled for Brian to have this incredible opportunity. I love seeing that he is still Brian, but already a more mature version of himself. It's exciting to see and brings a special kind of joy to this Christmas.

Mele Kalikimaka

2008-12-13T18:56:00.000-08:00

Down town Lahaina's Famous Banyan Tree ready for Christmas!

I fell in love with this Stand of Trees on the Road to Hana

Another mighty Banyan Tree on our Hike

A beautiful black sand beach

Self-Portrait of a Very Happy Pair

Sunset at Makenna Beach

Back in August, before the world fell apart, we planned a trip to Maui for early December. While now, it hardly seems practical, it has still been a blast.

Steve and I arrived last Saturday afternoon. We stayed at a tiny, but beautiful condo right on the beach in Lahaina. We've enjoyed great seafood, some amazing hikes and beach time, not to mention the very strange experience of hearing Christmas songs while wearing flip flops at 85 degrees.

Some highlights were the crazy Road to Hana, (which we didn't take last trip because we had a bored teenager in the back seat), a beautiful hike through a bamboo forest to the tallest waterfall we've ever seen, and some incredible sea food. It's also amazing to remember what it's like to have plenty of time together, to sleep 9 - 10 hours a night (incredible!), and have skin that no longer looks like Edward Cullen's less the sparkles (at least for another week and a half).

We also had a wonderful dinner with my former boss and her husband, who have since retired and now live in this Paradise. If you sense any bitterness here, I'm sure it's your imagination. When the market recovers, in another 25 years or so, we can afford to come live here as well. Of course this will depend on other factors such as our strategy for winning the lottery, searching out a buried treasure with our metal detector, or finding a long-lost rich uncle who will come to love us with his final breaths. (If you know either of our families, you realize that this last one is a real long shot.) In the mean time, we have no problem watching how the other half lives and pretending it is us for brief moments in time.

It has been a great week and a wonderful contrast to years' past with the Hectic Holidays breathing down our throats. It's also a great reminder that yes, Virginia, there is Life after Children. This trip was a wonderful one to take with Brian a few years back and we saw so many things this past week that made us miss him, but it was also fun to try the trip again at our own pace and style. My only real concern now is that, well, .... next week is really going to suck.

Mein Fuhrer on Washington Sports Scene

2008-12-03T13:00:00.000-08:00

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nI_xCBAv2rk

As dark as the picture presented in this documentary, it still doesn't cover the depths of the Pacific Northwest's degradation: Seattle Sonics, Mariners, SeaHawks, University of Washington, WSU... find me a winner in that mix.

As I've always said... to be a fan of Seattle sports is to have one's heart broken every season. True that, Adolph!

That's My Niece!!!!

2008-11-23T19:22:00.000-08:00

This weekend I had a rare privilege: I was able to watch my niece, Megan, star in a play put on by The Richland Light Opera Company. The play was ambitious, powerful and everyone did a great job. That being said, Megan truly was the star in every sense of the word.

I know what you are thinking... I am her aunt. What would I know? But while I have no performing talent of my own, I do have the ability to spot it. Megan performed beautifully and sang with incredible power. Her voice is a miracle. There are a couple of numbers that continue to give me chills 48 hours later.

But there was something even more. Megan's goodness and joy came through with word, note and gesture. Seeing that light in her caused me to reflect on my drive home. I thought of each of nieces and nephews. Each of them have that same light burning bright. It reflects differently in them all, but I am so blessed by my knowing and loving each and every one of my nieces and nephews. Each has a powerful light that both illuminates and warms those around them. There is one more miracle in all of this... they have managed to marry people who add to it!

Any one who knows me, understands that I am not a Pollyanna, and I don't wear rose-colored glasses. Trust me on this. I'm right about these people. I find such laughter and joy any time I am with "The Next Generation". They are funny, intelligent and unfailingly kind to me. For at least the past twenty years, I've understood a very important mathematical formula. There is no better ratio of effort/reward than being an Aunt. All the love... very little of the drama. You get to see the glowing smiles without having to drive them to orthodontist to straighten their pearly whites. None of the sleepless nights, but you still get the excited phone calls very early in the Game... Proms, Weddings, Babies... As an Aunt, you pay for none of them, but share in the joy of them all.

When these nieces and nephews were little, I typically bonded with the girls at younger ages, but I've also come to know my nephews as my dear friends. Some of those relationships came when they moved close but a couple of them were forged when these young men were in other hemispheres! And I still am delighted when I get a phone call or an email forward just because they think I'll enjoy it. I'm grateful any time one of my nieces or nephews spends time with me. Every one of them make me feel young, happy and very alive.

So, to my nieces and nephews, while it was Megan who dazzled me Friday night, each of you amaze me each time I see you. I love your confidence and your kindness. Thank you for always making me feel vital and important. And to my brother and sisters, thank you for sharing your incredible children with me. They've become individuals who are such a credit to you.

(this is one of the few down-sides of being Aunt.... you really deserve no cudos for who they become... oh, well.. those orthodonture bills would have killed me...)

No Way??? Norway!!!!

2008-11-20T22:31:00.000-08:00

Alicia's call arrived today. She will be serving in the Norway, Oslo mission! She is thrilled as she has many ancestors from Norway and several family members to serve missions there. Alicia enters the MTC February 4, 2009.

We are thrilled for her!

Mostly, Karine is thrilled as it means she wins the pizza. Would you prefer Thin Pan on your next visit?

Alicia won't be serving too far away from Brian... and think of the freakish language skills they'll have by autumn 2010!

We love you Alicia...

Happy Anniversary Baby, 'Got You On My Mind

2008-11-19T08:05:00.000-08:00

Dear Steve

Happy Anniversary!

We've joked for years about what a "blessed woman" I am, but you know what? It's true.

I am blessed. Your combination of laughter, faith and good heart, tinged with just the perfect dose of sarcasm, are just what I need. You remind me of what is really important and sometimes you can even get me to slow down and enjoy the view!

Our different parenting styles at times made me want to scream (and I think I did a time or two!), but I look at Brian now and think maybe we're a good combo. He certainly makes us look good, doesn't he?

You've always given me the credit for the fact that we have such good friends, but I know better. I might be better at making friends, but you are the best at keeping them. You do it again by your humor, easy going nature and the fact that you people feel better when they're around you.

Thank you for your acceptance and love. Thanks for loving me for who I am and not some expectation you had of me. Thank you for believing in me more than I do in myself. Thank you for making me laugh.

I know our lives are in a very quiet chapter, but I love that! I love knowing that tonight we chose to spend another quiet evening at home together to celebrate 26 years together. We must be doing something right. I love you with all my heart!

Lynn

My Man's Evolvin'

2008-11-17T19:15:00.000-08:00

First, let me say that I consider my husband to be a Renaissance Man. He has it all: he's athletic, intelligent, the funniest person I know and even does the laundry. I have it good. He taught his son to respect women and NEVER once in 26 years of marriage has asked me, "what's for dinner"? Yes, I am a lucky woman.

I have had one complaint that I've held to my heart for many, many years. While Steve is a great reader who loves The Great American Novel, he has held one prejudice to his heart: the man won't read women authors! For years, I've tried to introduce him to the likes of Willa Cather, Toni Morrison and George Eliot (never mind Jane Austen... I knew I wouldn't make any headway there). I can't express how much this annoys me and how many arguments I've made over the years trying to expand this man's horizons. I mean you're only missing out on the perceptions of slightly over half the worlds' population, but whatever.

So on Sunday afternoon between desperation and my nagging, Steve broke down and started Ethan Frome by Edith Wharton yesterday afternoon. He finished it two sittings and pronounced it one of the best books he'd ever read and has talked of little else since he finished it. Can Jane be far behind? (okay, to be perfectly honest I don't know that I want to be married to a man who loves to read Austen... maybe I need some enlightenment myself!)

Nevertheless, I am vindicated. Indeed, I am a lucky woman.

Where In the World.....?

2008-11-15T17:24:00.000-08:00

We heard last month that our dear friend Alicia decided to serve an LDS mission. As of last Sunday, Alicia's Papers are in! She should hear late next week where she will be serving.

Steve is predicting that Alicia will be called to Costa Rica. (If she is called to serve there, Steve is also predicting that we will be visiting her during her mission there!) I am predicting Nicaragua, South Carolina or Taiwan (somewhere in that neighborhood anyway).

Wherever Alicia serves, she will be such a powerful force. Her love of others and her love of the Gospel are just two of the qualities she'll take with her. We are so blessed by what she means to us and to Brian.

Where do you think she'll be called? Bragging rights and a pizza to the closest pick!

Validation: I've Finally Been Tagged!

2008-11-11T07:05:00.000-08:00

Wendy, thank you for loving me enough to tag me. It is a heady feeling, I'm tellin' you.

8 Favorite TV Shows

1. The Office

2. The Office

3. The Office

4. Project Runway
(you have not lived until you've heard Steve and Brian Rowley vehemently argue over fashion)

5. 30 Rock
(thank you Bethany and Nathan for the recommendation. Life changing)

6. The Cosby Show

7. Cheers

8. Taxi
(who DOESN'T love Nick at Night?)

8 Things I Did Yesterday

1. Sat in a meeting that was too long.

2. Sat in another meeting that was too long.
(fun afternoon, as you can see)

3. Read my scriptures. (don't ask about my journal!)

4. Cuddled on couch with Steve and re-watched Thursday's Office and 30 Rock episodes (see above)

5. Tried Costco's lettuce wraps for dinner. (this should be avoided)

6. Read my book in a hot bath.

7. Wrote to Brian.

8. Sat on hold with the IRS. (again, a fun afternoon)

8 Things I Look Forward To

1. September 2010

2. Vacation... any Vacation

3. Weekends

4. Retirement

5. Going to the Movies

6. This Stinkin' Economy to Recover

7. My Next Meal

8. Finding out where Alicia will be serving her mission!

8 Favorite Restaurants

1. Thin Pan
(you should have known this one already... and no, it still hasn't closed)

2. Tres Hermanos
(certainly not for the food, but many great memories)

3. The Met

4. Etta's
(their salmon is the best I've ever eaten)

5. Asian Wok

6. Palomino

7. Wild Ginger

8. Brad's
(only Gail and Anne will get this, but it cracked me up and brought back memories of soda fountains and sliding your tray down that glorious buffet line. Bremerton had a lot to offer, didn't it?)

8 Items on My Wish List
(mostly places to go, rather than things to dust)

1. Fiji

2. Peru

3. Greek Islands

4. New Living Room Furniture

5. Viet Nam

6. Photography Class

7. Wimbledon
(to go watch, not play in!)

8. A Lexus Convertible (this I wouldn't mind dusting)

8 People I Tag

1. Bethany

2. Emily

3. Karine

4. Megan

5. Melissa

6. Stephanie

7. Lisette

8. Colene

Now, will you actually read my blog and respond to my tag? I'll wait patiently for your validation (gulp.)

We Are Fam-I-Ly

2008-11-04T16:21:00.001-08:00

Well, we survived another one! Thirty plus Beagley's together for 3 days and no bloodshed... other than that may have been hidden under Caiden's plethura of bandaids!

Some of the highlights:

*Trick Or Treating in downtown Port Townsend
*Henry's Bowing at the end of each "performance". He must have some stage mother, huh?
*Caiden's Star Wars Move (what WAS that?!?!?)
*Family Olympics
(who was that being that took over Gail's body and what did she do with my sister?)
*Ping Pong.
Nathan, remember when Aunt Lynn beat you??? I just wanted to be sure you remembered....
*Watching the Great Nieces and Nephews color and eat color crayons (sorry Grandpa)
*The candy fest on Saturday night. Watching Gibson two fisting lolly pops was truly impressive.

Along with these, it was great to just visit at meal times with nieces and nephews. I am so blessed by the fun, wise and good family members who surround me. One personal note: Spending time with Mike McLaughlin was such a blessing. His words of comfort and wisdom meant the world to me. I was struck at how none of go through challenges without reason. Because of his faith during trying times, it bolstered mine.

The Reunion Committee did an outstanding job! Generation 3 of the Beagley Clan could truly run the world. Thank you guys so much. I love you all (and that is AFTER the reunion. Impressive, huh?)

Dad Beagley and his four kids. He must be so...... proud?

Bethany and Megan

Darling, Beautiful Maddie

Emily and Baby Ethan -He and Beck had quite the Cheek Contest. Winner still TBD.

I'm not sure what this is, but Gail just cracked me up and had to share.

We'll never outgrow Halloween Candy!

Steve must have been jacked-up on sugar as well.

Caiden at the drums. He's already learned that chicks dig Rockers.

It was so fun to see and visit with Kristin - I love this girl.

Family Olympics Survivors - Go Team 1!!!!!

Do you think that Uncle Derek may have thrown Henry just a bit TOO high?

Nathan and the Boys (he's carrying Ethan)
Caiden running to Daddy

Gibson and Grandpa! Hip Hip Hurray!

Preparing for Trick Or Treat. Believe it or not, this was the best group Shot. Herding Cats would be easier!

Beckett: Rooster. Gibson: Giraffe. Caiden: Dragonfly... w/ gun? Madison: Lady Bug. Henry and Ethan: Butch and Sundance.

A World Where Two Giraffes Colide!

Gibson spotted this little girl trick or treating in his same costume. It was hysterical! They had a stare-down that lasted a full minute, then Gibson went in for a hug and the little girl burst into tears! Best Halloween moment ever!

Aunt Bethany aka Annie Oakley

The Rockers at Work.... Steve will be cool forever in his nephews eyes. Any "grown up" (and I use that term loosely) who can score 94% on Rock Band must be respected.

Manda and Mark checking out the Jolene Memory Book. Thanks to both of you for all your work and the fun you added! Amanda is directly responsible for the two-15 minute time periods when the great grand babies were calm and quiet. You two are the best!

Elder Rowley Update

2008-10-26T17:49:00.000-07:00

This week we received our first pictures from the MTC along with our weekly letter. Brian sounds great! The pictures cracked me up. They are the "quintessential" MTC photos.

I'm also attaching an excerpt from his letter:

[Everything is so good. I love you and miss you. This week was amazing. Richard G. Scott or I just call him Rich is so funny. His talk was so good. Also, yesterday, the Fox herself came to talk to us... Sheri Dew. You know one of my favorite hymns is "Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing". We sang that to open the fireside and then we sang "Armies of Helaman." It was so powerful. Then Sheri Dew gave a great fireside. One thing she said was in 1998 Priesthood, Gordon B. Hinckley said, "the economy is fragile, so get out of debt. I want to say this with all the emphasis of my heart." Also, Thomas S. Monson in April 2008 said, "We have no reason to fear, for the Lord is at the helm... we can and will win. It was so good.]

I loved the letter: filled with Brian's special blend of sacrilege and testimony. I just hope the Chinese and the French are ready for him!

During a grueling week at work and facing a weekend of chores, it was a great shot of positive energy to hear from Brian and see that he appears to be thriving...

The infamous "Matrix" shot. Also known as the laying on the ironing board shot. Either way you slice it, very cool. Please also note that Brian is wearing his Back Street Boys shirt in the photo op.

Steve must have laughed for 10 minutes when he saw this one.

This was my favorite! Brian and his cousin Matt (who is now serving in Boston, MA)

Brian and his companion and zone leaders

See? He knows where France is! He is not an Ugly American. Frenchies, please treat him kindly!

I'M READY TO PARTY! ARE YOU WITH ME?

2008-10-18T13:32:00.000-07:00

I have a confession to make: I love our Family Reunions.

I love the weird smell of Fort Worden and the Ghost Stories. I love taking a nap in the afternoon and hearing the laughter float up the stairs. I love the cousins. I love the lazy walks down to the water. I love the food (God bless you Amanda!), I love the memories from seven different reunions over 17 years: cakes shaped like Africa, fireworks, photo shoots, the crafts... ahhh, the crafts, holding little ones (in 1992 it was my little one, in 2008, it will be my great niece and nephews), the canoe ride with only one oar, being scared spitless by a scarecrow sitting on the toilet at midnight. I love the comraderie and that special kind of joy that I feel only at Fort Worden with my family.

And this year, I'm even more excited. It may be that it will be at Halloween, and what could be cooler than Fort Worden at Halloween? It might be that I'm missing my boy, so it will be extra special to hang out with the family. It may just be that work really sucks right now and I just need to get out of that place, but however you spell it, I can't wait!

If you are a family member reading this, know that I love you more than I can say. If you are a friend, you may feel quietly jealous. Because my family rocks!!!! We may not have talent, looks, intellect or any other redeemable quality, but we have do have some powerfully forged bonds: the same twisted sense of humor, a shared faith in God, and a loyalty that has run through weddings, births, funerals and in out of days and years. I have always loved my family, but it has taken me years to realize how precious this incredible blessing is. The blessing of being Beagley... who knew?

The girls at Madison's shower. Madison might be a more powerful force this year, do you think?

Megan wearing the infamous sweat shirt that once beat out a forest fire

Caiden makes his first appearance at the 2006 reunion

The Beagley Men: Feel the Testosterone

The last morning of the 2006 reunion. If you look closely you'll see a tear in Mike McLaughlin's eye. "Is it over already?"

these boys can quilt!

'hard to believe that two of these boys are now "bringing the world His truth". Heaven help us.

The Armstrongs Represent! (I love that Jolene totally looks like she is starting a cheer!)

Can you say "Craft Nazi"?
preparing the baked french toast.... mmmmmmm.

the Gangstahs

Here's everyone saying goodbye two years ago. 'Just two more weeks until we're back in the damp fog that is Fort Worden. I love you all and can't wait to see you!

Fall into Autumn

2008-10-12T15:03:00.000-07:00

I may need to come to terms with the fact that life will go on... even while Brian is far away. Nothing else can account for the fact that we had a great autumn weekend with each other and friends and family. Friday, during a horrible day at the office (I don't know if anyone's checked the market lately....), I got a text (I'm very hip) from our friend and neighbor John. He was in town for a weekend home from Western. He invited us to dinner with the Hills and the Pearsons. It was so great to see them all again, and share tales of these young men who are onto life's great adventures. It was the beginning of a wonderful respite from the madness.

Saturday morning, we returned for our annual sojourn for apples in Leavenworth. I must admit it wasn't the same without Brian stuffed in the back set, playing Nintendo (no, not PS2, but full-blown Nintendo that his father rigged for him to be able to play in the car) and whining the entire trip. I've never understood why the drive was so horrible when he was playing video games, exactly as he would be at home, but Brian is never one to suffer in silence... This year, instead of a bored teenager, we took our friends Dave and Leslie. It was a little strange, as the Blakely's seemed to actually enjoy the scenery and the company. After the first few miles adjusting, we found it quite a pleasant experience. The changing leaves were amazing. After gathering apples from the greatest fruit stand on the planet (see photos below), we headed back and stopped by the river to enjoy the day. Then we gorged on Zeke's burgers, malts and onion rings (sorry, Brian... this part he really will miss!) and headed back to the west side of the state. It's odd as we spent much of the drive reminiscing about watching our kids grow: when did we get to this stage? That being said, in many ways, this stage rocks!

After dropping the Blakely's off, we hopped back in the car and headed in the opposite direction to Port Orchard for a family birthday celebration at the Rowley's. There were fewer numbers than in celebrations past, but it was so fun to watch Steve with his brothers, Wayne and Wade. To hear Steve's sense of humor and deep chuckle times 3 is always a treat. Mom is a wonderful hostess and everything was as wonderful as we've all come to expect and demand!

It was a great day that reminds of how blessed we are to live in a beautiful place and surrounded by loving friends and family. I do have to head back to the office tomorrow, but I'll have plenty of apples to slice and prep to remind me of the great weekend!

This is what Eve looked like when she hit 45!

I have not done this pose since Sadie Hawkins 1980!

Our Bishop has many spiritual insights to share:

some of them are from The Karate Kid

Watching the cousins play was a highlight of the night. They truly adore each other!

A Good Day!

2008-10-02T22:22:00.000-07:00

Is it ever good news when the phone rings at 5:40 am? If you asked me this question at 5:39 this morning, I would give you a resounding, "NO!" but I've since changed my tune. When I heard the phone ring I was sure that the server was down at the office or something worse. Even when I saw the "pay phone" with an area code 801, it didn't sink in. But when I heard my boy's voice at the end of the line, I was awake and alert!

Elder Rowley had some visa issues he needed to clear up. So, he took a "day trip" to San Francisco with a few other Elders. 'Such a mover and a shaker. He was able to call us from the airport.

He sounded upbeat and like life is good. He says it's hard and that the long hours of study challenge him. He also said that he is "getting better at it" and that his favorite part of study is reading his scriptures. He says he loves his time with the scriptures. I took this as a very good sign. He mentioned the powerful Spirit that he feels in the MTC in both his letters and his conversation today.

He's been overwhelmed with the packages and letters he's received. It's meant the world to him during a pretty big transition. Thanks to all who've given him so much support.

On the phone he mentioned that he's supposed to exude "quiet dignity.... whatever that means." I love that boy!

He also says he's very impressed with the Sister Missionaries. He says it's liberating to be around girls without any need to impress them. He mentioned that he is doing his best to make himself as "unattractive as possible" to them. I am in awe of the sacrifices this young man continues to make. I hope he is able to shield enough of his charisma so that he won't be a distraction to the young maidens.

Having a surprise call was incredible and it was a wonderful way to spend an hour!

If by chance you want to write to him:

ELDER BRIAN NASH ROWLEY

MTC Mailbox #183

FRA-PAR 1201

2005 N 900 E

Provo, UT 84604-1793

you can also use www.dearelder.com. Letters are delivered for free the same day you send them (if prior to noon).

This One's for Lisette

2008-10-01T20:53:00.001-07:00

After what has been a very rough few weeks at work, I've been feeling pretty sorry for myself. Worse than that, I'm actually beginning to take myself seriously. To try to fight off this ridiculous behavior, I've actually started a journal again after a small hiatus (I believe my last recorded entry was prior to Brian's birth, but who's counting?). As a part of my journal entries, I've taken President Eyring and Steve Rowley's advice to do a daily "Hand of the Lord" entry. This is acknowledging something in your day where you see the Lord in your life. It's been a pretty amazing experiment. As you write down these items, you realize how intimately the Lord is involved in your life. And, I believe, as you acknowledge the experiences you have, you are blessed with more. Each day since I've started I've had at least one powerful experience to give me what I've needed during a difficult time.

Today I had the chance to walk with my friend Lisette. I was telling her about these entries. As I was blabbing away about this and all the other information I poured over her during our walk, I realized that she was one evidence of the Lord's hand in my life. Though Lisette has plenty going on in her own life, she listened to me, validated me and gave me some wise counsel. All this while burning calories and watching the sun set over the Puget Sound (oh, and watch a scene from some movie being filmed). Can a woman ask more than this? I think not.

I'm thankful for her humor, thoughtfulness and how she never does anything half way. What she offered me this evening was exactly what I needed and it reminds me that my Heavenly Father loves me and watches out for me every day.

P.S. Apparently, Brian is doing just fine in the MTC. His emails contain many more exclamation points than they do details. He just lets us know that he is doing sooooooooooooo awesome and his roommates are soooooooooooo funny!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'll have to post some of his entries so you can see that I do not exaggerate. Thanks to every one for supporting him at this exciting time in his life.

And So it Begins...

2008-09-20T20:27:00.000-07:00

Well, the package has been delivered. Brian entered the Provo Missionary Training Center this last Wednesday.

First of all, thanks to all of you who helped make Brian's last weekend home so incredible. It was a wonderful and crazy weekend that reminded us of all the support we have enjoyed throughout all of our lives. Seeing and hearing from so many friends and family was truly overwhelming.

After a weekend filled with barbecues, parties, talks in church and packing for a mere two years, we flew down to Utah Tuesday evening. With over three months to prepare, of course we'd left way too much to the last minute, so there was plenty of scrambling, but we made it with only a few essentials forgotten (poor Brian had to enter the MTC without his BackStreet Boys tee-shirt. 'Hardly seems fair, does it? No worries, it's being fedexed down this week) Once in Provo, Brian was able to catch up with a few friends, all returned missionaries who were full of tips for surving and thriving in the MTC and having a great mission. As his temporary companion I was able to join in and hear the wisdom myself. The advice ranged from making your companion's bed, immersing yourself in the language, to choosing the bathroom as your service (apparently the MTC has great power washers for the bathroom that can be really entertaining). We also drove past so many places that were filled with memories of Brian's college experiences (does the MTC have to be in the same town he went to school???). This was a little painful, reminding Brian of so many things he'll miss over the next 24 months (or just four general conferences, as Brian would tell you).

The next morning we had a great breakfast with Brian's cousins, the McLaughlin's. It was the perfect way to spend what could have been a very stressful morning. We laughed and shared memories, and Derek had a few words of wisdom for Brian. Surprisingly enough, this counsel included making sure to choose bathrooms for service... again because of those crazy power washers. Derek also informed Brian to be proud of his "dork dot" (note the red dot on Brian's missionary tag. This dot lets everyone know that it is the wearers first day in the MTC and to take extra good care of them.) Derek said that there is power in the dork dot and suggested taking really good care of it, removing it carefully so that it can be put on again every Wednesday for that extra special treatment each week! Brian really picked up some gems for a successful MTC stint.

After one last phone call with Alicia (this one broke all of our hearts), we pulled into the MTC and Brian handed over his cell phone to his Dad. I was filled with awe when I saw the smile on Brian's face as we entered the grounds of the MTC. Knowing how difficult the last week or so had been saying farewells to everyone, especially that last goodbye, I was really inspired by Brian's commitment and great attitude.

We had heard so many conflicting experiences about the Missionary Training Center, we weren't sure what to expect. While it was definitely hard to say goodbye, we were grateful to get a glimpse of the MTC and feel the energy and wonderful spirit about the place. I was amazed when I saw the light in these young men and women's faces as they embarked on this great work and adventure. I expected to see a lot more fear and a lot less anticipation. They all looked excited and ready to go.

After some laughter and tears and hugs, we went out that door that we had heard so much about. We walked out and past one more opened door into the chapel where we had met. When we looked through we caught one last glimpse of Brian. He was hugging a young man who he'd known from college the year before who entered the MTC the same day. It was a great last moment to see he was in good hands and in good company.

"the last phone call" with Alicia

the standard shot every missionary must have

entering the doors of the MTC... with confidence?

Our last family photo for a while...

Thanks again to all who were here to support Brian last weekend and all who have supported our family throughout the years. While the house is quiet and empty, we are thrilled with this opportunity he has to serve the Lord. I also can find comfort that I'll be busy for at least the first few days... cleaning his room. I'm truly blessed :)

A Letter from Mom

2008-09-14T20:28:00.000-07:00

Dearest Brian

I just had to write you a note of thanks. Thank you for the joy you have brought to us each and every day of your life. Thank you for your sense of humor, your love of a good laugh and your kind heart.

Thank you for your love of the absurd and your zest for life. Thank you for countless baseball games and being the only kid who actually liked to hear his mom cheer. Thank you for your shameless joy in a good Boy Band and for the fact that on your 19th birthday, you wanted to go to a Back Street Boys Concert.

Thank you for being not just my son, but my friend. I have always been able to trust you with a confidence. Thank you for not allowing me to take myself too seriously. Thank you for trusting me with the occasional secret. Thank you for luring me away from housework to sit next to you watching some stupid television show. Thank you for "padding my stats" on this silly blog.

And thank you for making this choice, even when it is so difficult. Even when there are so many reasons to stay, I'm so thankful that you are choosing the Lord's will. I'm so grateful that you have the strength to make a hard decision, because it's what you feel is right. A wise friend told me just last week that the Lord respects sacrifice. She also said that the Lord will never allow Himself to be in our debt. You will be blessed for your service, and you will bless the lives of others.

Thank you for the lesson you'll be giving me in prayer. I promise you that I will pray more earnestly than I ever have. I will pray for your health and your safety. I'll pray for your strength and stamina. I'll pray for your intellect and recall as you learn these challenging languages. I'll pray for the people you teach.

I love you with all my heart. You are the light of our lives and your Dad and I are grateful every day for the blessing you are in our lives and the lives of those around you.

Thank you my dearest, darling boy.

I love you!!!

Mom

Two Practically Perfect Weekends

2008-09-07T21:22:00.000-07:00

The past couple of weeks have gone past in a blur. Life has been hectic both at work and with last-minute preparations for Brian's mission. The weekends have been the perfect respite from the craziness.

Last weekend we started off on Lake Sammamish with the Blakely's. The water cooperated most of the time and everyone (excepting whimpy me!) got some great ski runs in. Luckily I bring my camera, so I'm invited on the boat anyway. It is so fun to watch the continual progress. Watching really top-notch skiers is a thing of beauty. It was a wonderful morning.

After the ski run, we celebrated with Breakfast at our favorite place in down town Kirkland. Brian has recently discovered Eggs Benedict, and it is changing his life... After the heavy brunch and Brian's nap (you'd swear he was either four or seventy-four, wouldn't you?), we headed to hills for a nice little hike to Barkley Creek. It was an easy 4.5 mile hike and it was so beautiful. I think everything seems a little more special knowing that we won't be able to do this for quite some time. We thoroughly enjoyed the beauty and each other's company.

While Brian is typically never in a rush, it was fun to watch him move us all along at a good pace... He was very concerned we'd finish after his favorite burger joint on Highway 2 was closed. I loved this rare burst of speed on the part of the Rowley males, because we kept a great pace, which I thrive on. And, miracle of miracles, we finished on time and were able to counteract any of the health benefits of the hike with burgers, onion rings and malts. Whew!

Thank heavens for the break because Labor Day brought true labor. It was Attic Cleaning Day. I think Brian was ready to divorce his mother. That being said, the attic has been cleared of 18 years of junk and I am seriously considering giving tours of it. Brian did a fabulous job laying down new plywood and organizing the remaining essentials. Essentials is defined as things we'll still never really need again but couldn't bring ourselves to part with.

There was real entertainment to be found in finding pieces of our history during the cleaning process. We found an East High School seat cushion (which of course Gail has claimed as her own), baby clothes, Brian's elementary school artwork and pictures of when we were all younger and thinner.

After an arm wrestle at the pickup where Steve kept taking things out of the DI pile and Lynn kept replacing them, we reach an amicable settlement (except I'm pretty sure that Steve stashed some stuff that was supposed to be thrown.... such is my life).

We finally completed the project just in time for last weekend. It was another fabulous one! Alicia arrived Thursday evening. We love spending time with her. She is energetic and fun and seems to roll with everything the Rowley's throw at her. And what we tend to throw at her is family and food!

Saturday morning we all went to another great breakfast joint. And when I say "all" I do mean "all". There were 22 of us. It was so wonderful and so loud having the family together again. Mike was in from Colorado and many of the McLaughlins from Provo and Eastern WA. The Armstrongs represented Central Washington so it was a fully house. After the heaviest breakfast on the planet (if you've been to the Brown Bag, you'll know what I'm talking about), we went en masse to the U of W/BYU game. For any one who missed the game, you really missed a game. What was supposed to have been a blow out became a real nail biter... but then you would expect nothing less of the Cougars! But in the end, victory prevailed (unless you were one of the tens of thousands of Husky fans in the stadium). There was a great contingency of cougar fans and we were loud! I certainly did my part and still have no voice today.

The final blocked Kick. Yikes!

The fun continued back at our place with take out from, of course, Thin Pan. No, it hasn't closed yet. Halleluiah!!!!! It was great food and a wonderful visit. Two of the highlights were cousins Ethan and Henry. These little guys are amazing! They are beautiful and so much fun. Sitting out on the picnic bench with "the girls" gossiping and watching the little ones play was one of those perfect moments that life gives you occasionally. I was having so much fun that I didn't take any photos... shame on me, but Steve did catch this one below of Ethan with his Papa Mike.

The older I get the more I am in awe at how blessed I am in my family. Both the Rowleys and the Beagleys are fun, supportive and more importantly, would walk through fire to help a family member. We are truly blessed. As great as the past couple of weekends have been, we are anticipating one more. Next week, Brian will be speaking in church so the families will be gathering one more time. Thank you to all of you who show us continued love and support.

The Powell Project V

2008-08-25T11:10:00.000-07:00

Kelly Giving us a Clinic

The Rowley's have become spoiled. Each year since 2004, the Nash Family has included us in an annual Lake Powell trip.

Here's a brief rundown on why we keep returning. (why they keep inviting us is another question altogether)

First and foremost,

The People: The Nash Family and their extended family and friends are the cream o' the crop. They are fun, energetic, positive and hilarious.

The Adventure: Just a few highlights from our years' on the Lake are captured below.

Nine-year-old Pete sleep-walking right off the 2nd story of HouseBoat.

Lynn cliff jumping off an enormous (at least 6-foot) cliff to an encouraging choir singing a Pocahantas medley

SPA Day. 'Nuff Said.

Two cracked ribs in one week... You gotta' love those crazy High Priests.

Two VERY memorable bonfires! It's a miracle all fingers and toes are in place

The Beauty. While I'm not typically a "desert" person, the immensity of the canyons and the color of the rock and sky are so impressive. It is the antithesis of Seattle scenery and it is awe inspiring.

The Stories. It is a week-long gab fest. It is so fun to get caught up with old friends and new ones, share opinions on books and politics (my apologies to the entire boat, by the way for my leftist leanings), be universally disgusted by the People, Us and Hello magazines that we stood in line to buy (okay, that I stood in line to buy) and laugh and laugh and laugh.

Each trip has truly been a treasure and we thank our gracious hosts and their wonderful friends for another memorable year.

I think they're happy

Steve had a great wakeboard run

Twilight on the Lake

Karen: Way to Represent!

the ski gods

the whole gang

the youngun's

good clean fun

this is before the explosion

It's hard to take in he beauty and size of the place

Ski King Was Ready

Water Ballet - am not sure why we weren't in the Olympics

Laura taking down not one, but two strapping young men... at 25 mph

Worst Olympic Moment Ever!!!!

2008-08-18T14:05:00.000-07:00

Like the rest of the world, the Rowley's have been enamored by the 2008 Summer Games. We thrilled with Michael Phelps when somehow he pulled off that miracle touch to bring him the 7th of his 8 gold medals at the Games. Our hearts broke for my 41-year old inspiration, Dara Torres, when she was denied the gold in the relay after outswimming everyone in the pool. There were other disappointments along the way...

But the worst moment of my Olympic Experience is as follows:

After a long Sunday (sometimes the whole "day of rest" thing is more of a theory than reality), Steve and I lay down in bed to watch a few minutes of the gymnastics competition before drifting off to sleep. We were fortunate to watch the Pixie Athletes in the vaulting competion.

A little background might be helpful at this point: the Rowley's tend to be a bit passionate about sports. It matters not that 15 minutes before we didn't know a game was on, once we are spectators, these matches become like those in the Parthenon: life and death.

The other important thing to know is that Steve has a gift. He can tell how well a game is being officiated, even when he's not in the room to view it. And the reffing NEVER goes his way. It is really very strange that in all the years that Steve has watched sports and all the games (that through his power of discernment) he's been able to tell were fixed by poor officiating, the ref's were never being paid off by HIS team. Strange indeed. Ahem. I digress....

So, back to Sunday night's vaulting competition. Although this was meant to be relaxing, emotions are already running high by the news blurb on Alicia Sacramone's disappointment about the all around event. Steve and I were ready to adopt her after Chris Collingsworth's interview... and then the Vault Competition.

Poor little rich girl Alicia has to start. Steve and I spend 5 minutes discussing why this is unfair and why the other contestants shouldn't have to be locked in a darkened sound proof booth for her performance. I mean they can do it for Jerry Springer, but they can't pull it off at the Olympics????

Alicia gets off two solid vaults and then she must wait. Other vaulters come forward with varying degrees of success. Alicia is clinging to the Bronze by her size 2 1/2 fingertips. And then comes China's Cheng Fei. World Champion. After two stumbles Steve is appalled by her scores that finally do rob Angel Baby Alicia of another medal. He discusses the "hometown effect" and corrupt, slopping officiating. Ever the voice of reason, I sweetly remind Steve that he may not be exactly expert in the field of judging the Vault. I educate him on terms like "level of difficulty". His blood pressure is finally beginning to drop when who should pop on the screen with my boy Bob, but Bella Karolyi who spends the next 10 minutes ranting about the unacceptable sloppy judging of the Vaulting Competition and how darling Alicia Sacramone has been robbed.

Steve practically levitated about the bed. "See?? See??"

This moment in itself would have been annoying. I mean, One never really wants to see one's spouse be right, now do they? But the worst part is that Steve feels total vindication for every "poorly called" game he has ever witnessed... I can spy into the future and every time, between now and the London Olympics, that I question Steve's un-biased analysis, I'll hear, "Remember Bella??"

2012 is a long way off.

I Blame This Man.

Sucking Up Those Negative Ions

2008-08-05T18:00:00.000-07:00

After a couple of stressful work weeks, and "honey do" weekends (exciting things like cleaning out carports and sheds) the Rowley's decided to get back to their strengths: doing nothing productive.

We took a very quick overnight trip to the beach. The itinerary went something like this:

9 pm Arriving into town late Friday evening and eating copious amounts of seafood.
11 pm Laying around reading and watching TV fighting off food coma and swearing we'd never eat that much again.
8 am Saturday morning walk on the beach. Those who know Brian will be surprised to learn that he slept through this. Ahh, his lucky missionary companion!
11 am Late breakfast, eating copious amounts of seafood.
12 pm Renting pseudo-powerful scooters allowing Steve and Brian to race (ask Brian who won!) and Brian to chase seagulls until he was very kindly informed by a beach warden that this was an illegal activity.
2 pm Climbing around the jetty.
6 pm Returning home Saturday evening to get back in time to catch The Dark Knight. Intense movie, by the way!

The trip was way too short, but it was fun to grab a weekend together and just enjoy one another's company. We're trying to squeeze in as much fun as we can before September 17. This may be challenging, but again, as we dig deep, and draw upon our natural talent for avoiding responsibility, we think we can pull it off!

They're scruffy, but they're handsome and they're mine!

This one's for Alicia...

He's the King of the World!

We may be old. But we're still stupid.

Wow. A man and his machine.

My Heart Will Go On... Maybe

2008-07-29T12:09:00.000-07:00

If you were a normal person, it would be bad news. For the Rowley's, it is devastating. And for my visiting family members, why they may never return to Aunt Lynn's.

It is with a heavy heart, although possibly a shrinking waistline, that I announce that Thin Pan Thai Restaurant will be closing its doors in Kirkland.

For those poor infidels who have never tasted the the life-changing green beans, the Crying Tiger Salad which makes you weep with joy, and of course, the center of every meal I've ever enjoyed there: the Red Curry with Chicken, you can't understand. You don't know why I feel the need to play Mozart's Requiem Mass in D Minor, tear my clothes, and run through the streets screaming that the sky is falling.

There are two ways to find comfort during this dark time:

1. I have great memories there with dear friends and family members. Some highlights:

Taking Brian there for the first time as a young teenager. Me, nervous that my Big Mac loving son couldn't appreciate the complex flavors. And then watching him fall in love with the Thin Pan noodles that would become his trademark.
Wrangling Madison long enough to try to enjoy dinner with Corey and Karine and tipping heavily after the waitress had to clean up cups of rice from on and under the table.
Discovering that it was our good friends favorite place too and then spending the evening enjoying eachother's favorite menu items (and dressing alike in the bargain!),
Take out with Megan and Shane. (We learned from the whole Madison experience that The Thin Pan was probably not ready for Hank) Meg, I lost a little respect for you when you couldn't handle the heat of the Crying Tiger, but no one appreciates a spinach wrap like you girl.
Last month when many of the Beagley gang (those who stay up later than 8:15) closed down the joint. The food and company was so fabulous... truly one of my best restaurant experiences ever.

2. I still have at least six weeks to pound as much Thin Pan as possible... who's with me???

This is a picture of thai food not made at Thin Pan. I spit on it in disdain.

I should also draw comfort from the fact that there is talk of moving the restaurant to Seattle, but this to me feels a bit like salt in the wound. Because let's face it: we discovered this restaurant because of my early evening laziness. If I don't feel like cooking, can you really see me schlepping back to Seattle during rush hour for dinner?

How will I get through September? My favorite restaurant on the planet is closing. Oh, and that's right my son leaves for two years... What will I do without my Red Curry with Chicken?

When Nature Calls

2008-07-21T20:52:00.000-07:00

Last year we were less than thrilled when a woodpecker decided to pretend our roof line was his personal leafy treetop. We've talked about fixing it, but in typical Rowley fashion, we talk more than we actually fix. In the meantime, these baby finches or starlings or whatever they are (Jack Hanna, we're not) built their nests here.

While we may not be the world's greatest pet lovers, we are also not completely heartless and couldn't bring ourselves to uproot the family. We were so glad tonight that we hadn't evicted the tenants when we were all able to watch the birds' FHE. The babies sat up in the "window", fought for a space and then waited for several adults to fly in and feed them. The light wasn't great, so the pics are less than National Geographic, and the prose is certainly not up to Bethany's bear piece, but it was so much fun to watch.

The Bird Whisperer at Work

Nature Rocks!

A Nod to the Old Country

2008-07-17T07:30:00.000-07:00

For Mother's Day this year, Steve gave me a weekend getaway to Victoria, BC. We were finally able to actually make the trip a couple of weekends ago. It had been 25 years since we'd been back. It was such a wonderful few days.

Victoria at Night

It is a great trip, as it is close to home, and has a northwest feel, but also has a very real old-world charm. On a side note, it also happens to have the best breakfasts in the free world. I am so ready for eggs benedict again... although the arteries may need a little more recovery time.

In typical Steve-style, he splurged and we flew up on a little sea plane. The flights were amazingly beautiful. Very cool to see the beautiful part of the world we live in, from a very new perspective.

Orca playing off of the San Juan Islands... we saw at least a dozen. Were actually able to see a couple breach. We were so shocked, we couldn't get cameras ready in time. Amazing!

and below, the happy looky-loos!

Our Summer Home... or as some like to call it, Butchart Gardens

(if I could pick any home on earth, this would be it. )

One day we rented a motorcycle to tour the peninsula. We may have finally come up with a win-win situation here. Go some place beautiful which makes Lynn happy. Then rent a bike when you get there, thrilling Steve. I did love it too!

Flying home... over Seattle. It's not too ugly here either.

A Hymn of Peace

2008-07-15T07:02:00.000-07:00

While I have no reason for complaint, life has been stressful lately: from many sides. My work has a lot of uncertainties right now and we've had loved ones go through some real struggles. It seems the world has no peace to offer.

I'm so thankful for Sundays. They bring me that longed-for peace and perspective. I felt especially grateful on this past Sunday when we sang a hymn that I have paid little attention to in the past. This week it was exactly what I needed. It is a reminder of who truly is in control. I need to be prompted again and again that the Lord knows what is best for me and my family. That He will bring me what I need to learn and progress, if I will just turn things over to Him. He has proven this to me again and again. I'm thankful for His endless patience and that He gently reminded me one more time.

Lead, Kindly Light

Lead, kindly Light, amid th’encircling gloom; Lead thou me on!

The night is dark, and I am far from home; Lead thou me on!

Keep thou my feet; I do not ask to see

The distant scene—one step enough for me.

I was not ever thus, nor pray’d that thou

Shouldst lead me on.

I loved to choose and see my path; but now, Lead thou me on!

I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears,

Pride ruled my will. Remember not past years.

So long thy pow’r hath blest me, sure it still Will lead me on

O’er moor and fen, o’er crag and torrent, till The night is gone.

And with the morn those angel faces smile,Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile!

Text: John Henry Newman, 1801–1890 Music: John B. Dykes, 1823–1876

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I'm thankful for the understanding that just because I can't clearly see the end of the path from the beginning, I do know who created it for me. And I know where it will lead me, if I have the faith and humility to follow it.

When the Family Gets Together

2008-06-26T21:11:00.000-07:00

As promised, below is photographic evidence of the weekend's festivities:

Mark looks smarter post Graduation, don't you think?

Megan and Anne, aren't they pretty?

We're really proud of Corey's progress.

Maddie, or as I call her, Little Miss Sassimifrass

Brian and Alicia: The Cutest Couple Ever

Gibson: He Represents the Lollypop Guild

Me and My Daddy

Gail, showing off her Birthday Bling

Amanda, I'm sorry that I didn't get the "girls in black and white" posted, but your Aunt appeared to have no neck, and I figured she'd kill me if I published it!

Thanks to all the family who made it a great weekend, with a special shout out to Paul and Teri for hosting Saturday's get together. To all who couldn't be there... well, ya' snooze ya' looze.

ONE FINAL CLARIFICATION: Apparently Brian isn't as attractive as I think he is, because everyone seems to think that the Wisdom Teeth Photos (May 26 Post) are actually of him. These are, in actuality, shots pulled from the internet of people who probably weren't that attractive to begin with. So, either Brian isn't as cute as I've always assumed, or you people have no sense of humor: You Decide.

Parle Vous.... Chinese???

2008-06-22T16:28:00.001-07:00

The envelope arrived.

Elder Brian Nash Rowley will be entering the Mission Training Center on September 17. He will be serving in Paris, France and speaking Mandarin. Yes, Mandarin. The words we've heard Brian repeatedly say to friends and family are over the past twenty-four hours are, "no, I'm not kidding."

Steve has been online trying to learn Mandarin via the web.... Hmm. I'm not sure how effective it is, but it is wildly entertaining.

It's been a wonderful weekend full of friends and family. We celebrated my nephew Matt's upcoming mission to Boston, Mass and my sister Gail's birthday together and have laughed and laughed. We also were thrilled to share a few days with Brian's friend, Alicia. She is a lovely girl and we had a great time with her. She fit right in and could even put up with the impressive volume our family can generate. I'll report more details in a couple days and post a few pics. As for now, I'm off to the beach with my sisters for a couple of days...

Junuary Bites

2008-06-11T13:04:00.000-07:00

This is from the front page of the newspaper today...

Yes, it's colder in Seattle than in "The IceBox of the Nation" or stinking Siberia.

That's all that I have to say.

Our Clear, Bright and Famous Girl

2008-05-29T08:25:00.000-07:00

Clair

I found out this morning that your name means "clear, bright and famous". How perfectly named you are! You stand out wherever you are because of your vibrance, zest and the joy you find in everything you do. What a happy life Jared will have. You make every room you enter a funner, more exciting and more energy-filled place than it was before you arrived. You are one of the few people I know whose child-like wonder and joy has not been dimmed by "maturity".

Watching you grow and blossom has been a great joy in the lives of the Rowley family. You've been a sister to my son and we'll never forget the way he would follow you wherever you led. If Clair was going there it must be a really cool place!

Every sign shows that you've found the perfect companion in Jared. I love that he appreciates all those fine qualities you have. We love you and treasure that we will share this weekend with you. If your lives brings you just a fraction of the joy you've brought to others, you will truly be happy.

We Have the Technology... We Can Rebuild him

2008-05-26T17:56:00.000-07:00

It was touch and go for a while... but it looks like he'll pull through.

After 45 grueling minutes in surgery to have his wisdom teeth removed and have some bone grafting done (those in the know will recall that Brian knocked out his front teeth back in 2002. Now that he's full grown, we're prepping for tooth implants for him), mom was there to pick up her Angel Baby. Correction: her completely stoned Angel Baby. Brian was cracking up the entire Surgery Center with his antics... (apparently he just gets louder when he's high). It took him about 5 minutes to realize that the reason talking was such a challenge was that he had about 1/2 pound of gauze in his mouth. Then, he assured all of us that he was not "under the influence" and that he'd just "manned through" the surgery. He did a little dance for me in the Elevator that was most impressive and then skipped to the car.

Having a sense that the tide could turn at any moment, I #1, stopped at McDonalds for a Milk Shake for Brian as he hadn't been able to eat all day prior to surgery... (Okay, Yeah... I got one for myself too... and some fries... so sue me!). and #2, I ran into the nearest Safeway for narcotics. After a half hour watching them try to work out our insurance (argggghhh!), I went back to the car. It was Not Pretty. Brian was by now very uncomfortable, but also covered in a mixture of chocolate milk shake (you'll recall that he couldn't feel his lower lip and his aim was off) and blood.

So, three days, 20 percocet and 28 firecracker popsicles later (this is an accurate count), Brian is definitely on the mend. As of tomorrow morning, I am retiring as his personal maid. Being back at work will definitely be a relief!!! I'm a bit slow, but I realized that when he could play Guitar Hero at Expert Level for over an hour, he could probably have the strength to get to the fridge...

As you can see by the photo below, he's doing better and looking as handsome as ever!