Sunday, January 16, 2011

2010 Highlights: Singapore

Okay, so I probably shouldn't go backwards, but I finally downloaded some pictures, and thought it wouldn't hurt to review some of the stuff that happened in 2010 before I get on with a new year...and a new country...and a new life....

So, here goes. Starting with the most recent haps.

I joined Spencer on his work trip to Singapore at the end of October and we stayed for Halloween weekend. We could see the newest, most outlandish hotel in the city from our hotel room.



A ship perched atop three huge towers. A little weird, yes. But far be it for us to not do the touristy thing and go check out the view from the top.



We walked and walked and walked and tried to hit every pocket and park we could.

We saw a boat race on the river. (I'm sure this is actually called something other than a "boat race" but I don't know what that is. Anyone? Anyone?) The team member sitting at the front of the boat beats on a drum to help his/her team members keep pace with each other while simultaneously pushing them to increase their speed to pass their competitors.



We saw great British colonial architecture.



I tried my hand at learning to use Spencer's fancy camera and became acutely aware of random things like fire hydrants.


We ate amazing seafood, including S's favoritecrab at Jumbo Seafood. (Don't look now, but I think his Jumbo bib is on backwards....)


We hung out with the merlion. ("What's a merlion?" you ask. "It's a legendary sea creature with the head of a lion," I answer. Duh.)



We went to church.


Then we took a little detour through Little India on our way back to the hotel and visited another place of worship...


...and saw all the hoopla for the Diwali/Devali/Deepavali (whatever your preference) festival.


Our best discovery of the trip: you can get ROOT BEER in Singapore. And you don’t even have to go to an import store to do it. You can get it at regular places, like 7-11.

Of course, for root beer to truly fill the measure of its creation, vanilla ice cream must be involved. A can of A&W, a little McDonald’s soft-serve, and voilĂ .


All is right in the world when a root beer float is present, is it not?

2010 Highlights: Wedding/Honeymoon



And...the wedding.
The amazingly talented Rachel Thurston took our wedding photos. (She also took our engagement photos way back during my blogging hiatus.)

The wedding was so much fun. A whole crew of my closest girl friends came from all over the country, and I wished there was more time in the day so I could just play with everyone who was there. Some of my favorites in the whole world.


Spencer and I frequently say we would just re-live the day over and over again if we could. It was such a good time with friends and family, and just went so fast. Everyone said the day would be a blur. Everyone was right.

We haven't received our disc of pics yet, so I can only share the ones Rachel posted on her blog at this point. When we get the other images I may post some, 'cause there are lots to love. But of the shots she got with just the two of us, this one’s probably my favorite.
It's so smoldery. Or something….


We honeymooned in Fiji. Spencer surprised me. In a word, it was dreamy.



See? Dreamy, right?

We took a little tiny plane from the airport in Nadi to the other side of the island.

Kinda scary to climb into a plane with the same guy who had just given us our boarding pass now sitting in the cockpit. But we took the risk and got some great views of the island.

And I amused myself by taking pictures of the mixed messages aboard the plane.

It says "No Smoking" here.

But wait...this is a clearly marked "astray."

I’m confused. Maybe I'll just ask the ladies in front of us to check with our pilot. Spencer also wanted me to see if they could ask when our beverage service would be.

After our quick plane trip, it was a 45-minute boat ride to the island where the resort is locatedthe resort is the only thing on the island. Hard not to relax and enjoy it when you're this remote.

Here’s our little villa. Number 9.

From our villa, we had access to a little private beach where Spencer spent some time contemplating the events of the past couple of weeks.

I call this one "What Have I Done?"

And this one…"It’s Not Unusual." (Any guesses why? Here's a hint.)

We lounged. We snorkeled. Sometimes we did both at the same time. Here we are. Doing both at the same time.


We visited a Fijian school in a village on a neighboring island.


We ate amazing food. Lots of it.



We swam. We read. We got treated to a couple's massage. We mostly just relaxed and enjoyed a week of being in the same place with no wedding to plan. Not a bad start to our life together. Really, it can only be downhill from here, right?


Wednesday, January 5, 2011

2010 Highlights: Upstate NY/Philly


Still going backwards...

Before I left DC, I finally got to take the upstate New York trip with the parentals. This one has only been on my list for about 14 years.

A couple of weeks before I was to leave DC, Mom and Dad flew into town and we piled in the car and headed north.

We saw the Whitmer Farm, the birthplace of Joseph Smith, the Smith home, the Sacred Grove, the Hill Cumorah, the Grandin Print shop, and stood at the banks of the Susquehanna River where the Priesthood was restored. How great it was to visit such sacred spots and feel the Spirit of those places.



We visited lots of the places my dad lived while he was on his mission here. We ate a Ted's hot dog. I finally met Sister Wills. And we did a quick run up to Niagara Falls.




We found Mott.

My mom has one ancestral line that lived for a time in Elmira, New York. Since we were so close, we went and spent part of a day in the basement of the County Clerk's office digging through old legal documents. She didn't find what she was looking for, but she did stumble upon a long-lost brother, Mott, no one knew existed, so we decided it wasn't a total loss. I'm betting Mott would agree.


We swung through Philly on our way back to DC to hit Independence Hall, which was the perfect ending to the trip.



Kind of overwhelming actually—to stand in the very room where all the action happenedwhere every word of the Constitution was deliberated over, finally agreed upon, and then the document signed.




It's one of those moments where you know it's all so much bigger than you and you're so grateful that there were people who cared enough to sit in a hot, stuffy, hall, in sweaty, dirty Philadelphia for days and months on end, to give the American people the best government they could conceive of
which just so happens to be the most enduring government which has ever existed in the history of the world...and, incidentally, just so happens to be the government that HAD to exist before all the history we'd spent the previous three days reviewing could happen. Before Joseph Smith could do his work...George and James and Thomas and Ben and John had to do theirs.

Being there made me wish I could say thank you. Someday I will.




2010 Highlights: Washington, DC


I loved living in DC. Had no idea when I arrived that my stay would be so brief, but…I managed to fit a few fun things in:

I got to live in a condo here (old WWII housing), right across the street from the Potomac River. Loved it. It's on the George Washington Parkway, which runs from the 495 all the way to Mt. Vernon. One of THE most beautiful drives on the planet. Hands down.

I got to live with this girlone of my favorite people ever. I was so lucky that Jill was needing a new roomie when I decided to make my way east. And so lucky that she loves history as much as I do. That meant I always had a pal to go see dead presidents’ houses with. Like this trip to Montpelier.

Behold Montpelier! (James Madison's estate.) This one had only been on my list of places to see for about 5 years…. Check.

I became the proud holder of an annual pass to Mt. Vernon, and put that puppy to good use. I was a regular at George's house.

I got snowed in with the rest of the east coast. My first real blizzard! Here's Marta standing next to her car. She came to get snowed in with us. On purpose. (I think her car was the most buried in the entire parking lot.)

I finally got to see the cherry blossoms live.

I found some (somewhat inferior) stairs to replace my beloved Santa Monica stairs. This was my and Jill's favorite Saturday morning workoutwe'd make the jaunt to Georgetown every weekend. Incidentally, these are the very stairs where “that one scene” from The Exorcist was filmed. I never saw the movie, so I have no idea what people are talking about when they say that. But apparently it was scary.

I had lots of visitors. Courtney and Sara came to visit from LA just after I got engaged, the same weekend I was trying to make a final decision on my diamond. Here they are helping me.

For the first (and, I'm pretty sure, last) time in my life, I had a personal bodyguard. Since Spencer was so far away, his good friend, Matt, took it upon himself to make sure no one got too close to me in S's absence. The ferocious Virgil helped, too. (Thanks, guys!)

And the best part of my time in DC...I left with this guy in tow.

Or was he towing me? Hard to say. Whichever it was, the time had come to say goodbye to DC for the moment.

By the time I left, I still couldn’t drive anywhere in the District (except to work and back) without getting lost. BUT…by the time I left, I could always find my way out of the District AFTER getting lost. And for those of you who've ever driven through DC—you know that’s something to be proud of.

Monday, December 20, 2010

All Roads Lead to…


Ah! Sydney. Of course! Or at least it seems that all my roads have led here.


So…it’s been a while. Okay…maybe longer than a while. And I can’t believe I don’t have a single blog post to show for the last year and a half of my life. ‘Cause one or two blog-worthy things have happened.


Quick re-cap:

1- Moved from LA to DC in July 2009.

2- Met Spencer Wixom 3 weeks later.

3- Took a job with a Republican political consulting firm in the District.

4- Got engaged to Spencer on April 10, 2010.

5- Moved home to Dallas for eight weeks in July to plan the wedding.

6- Got married in September and moved to Sydney to join Spencer for the last year of his job assignment here.


There. I guess that brings us up to date.


Pretty sure that when I wrote my last post it would have been impossible to guess that so much would transpire before I’d write my next. Seems kind of strange to just pick back up again out of the blue. But, you gotta start somewhere, right? And that “somewhere” is usually…wherever you are. Turns out that for me right now, that just so happens to be Sydney.


So. Here it goes.

Monday, March 9, 2009

Ombama?


Please. More like Ombnoxious.

Saw this sign in the Lululemon window in Beverly Hills several weeks ago, not long after the inauguration, and wanted to gag. Seriously? Gimme a break! Like Obama is the new source of peace and happy thoughts. And to actually see his election as something worthy of a cross-branding opportunity...? “Unbelievable” is the word that came out of my mouth as I stood outside and snapped this pic. Now I think it's just plain weird.


I was back in Beverly Hills a few weeks later and noticed the sign had been removed. Not sure if it was just because enough time had passed, or because they were feeling a little self-conscious with such high praise of the new pres hanging in the window of their swanky Beverly Hills retail space, while retailers everywhere (including Beverly Hills) are dropping like flies. Perhaps the fact that the stock market plunges another 200 points every time the man they are “om-ing” to opens his mouth made them rethink how much peace he’s actually the source of.

Monday, March 2, 2009

Who is John Galt?


It's the question that opens the novel, Atlas Shrugged. And I wish I could tell you that I know for sure who John Galt is…but I haven’t finished the book yet. So, the identity of the infamous John Galt remains a mystery. But I have a pretty good guess. I think John Galt is the guy who invented the engine that Dagny and Hank find in the abandoned factory. And I think he disappeared in an act of defiance to make a statement: that he would not stand by while the product of his own creativity, his own industriousness, his own genius was given freely to those who had not earned it or worked for it—that he would rather not produce anything than produce something by force only to be stripped of any right to the fruit of his own labor.

Interesting, isn’t it? Especially considering what’s happening in our own country?

I've had variations of this conversation with multiple people in the last few months. The most recent went like this:

Him: "Oh, you're an Ayn Rand fan?"

Me: "Yep."

Him: "How do you reconcile Ayn Rand's views with your religious beliefs as a Christian?"

Me: "How do you not?"

Him: Speechless. Eyes wide, head pulls back almost involuntarily in shocked disbelief.

Okay, so I kind of said it just for the amusement I knew I would get from the reaction, but it's true.

I know, right? How could you possibly subscribe to the philosophies of an atheist capitalist who places the rights of the individual above the many and claim to be a practicing Christian? It's unthinkable! I had to clarify, of course. Yes, Rand's ideals are built on a religion-less foundation, so you have to recognize that and take it into account. But the principle of agency is a fairly prominent one in Christian theology, and that is the core of Rand's philosophy—that the individual should have the right to his property and the right to do with it what he will. While we may disagree with someone's choices from a moral perspective, the individual ought to be allowed to be selfish and concern himself only with himself, if he so chooses. And in the end, the market as a whole will benefit from this, because people will have a reason to keep pushing and striving and reaching for bigger and better. If the laborer has no motivation to seek for new and innovative methods, if the inventor has no incentive to invent, if the doctor has no promise of reward for the discovery of new cures, none of it will happen. Competition in the marketplace has to exist for progress to be made. And let’s face it. Competition requires a lot of focus on Numero Uno.

Unfortunately, I see the fiction in Rand's story becoming the reality of our society and it scares me senseless. Government is getting too big, taking a role where it has no role. Obama spoke of freedom, equality, and opportunity in his inauguration address and it made me ill. Not because I don't want those things myself, but because I don't want them as he defines them. Many have tried to wake us up to the dangerous notion that equality of opportunity is synonymous with equality of outcome. It is not, nor should we try to make it be. Making everyone's outcome equal removes competition and halts progress. In his address to Congress last week Obama said, "As soon as I took office, I asked this Congress to send me a recovery plan by Presidents Day that would put people back to work and put money in their pockets, not because I believe in bigger government—I don't—not because I'm not mindful of the massive debt we've inherited—I am." Mr. Obama, I don't believe you. Not one whit. You can say it until you're blue in the face. But talk is cheap. If you genuinely did not believe in bigger government, you would be asking for solutions that would look very different from what we've got.

Someone very close to me just the other day confessed that she has actually caught herself thinking, "How can we make less money this year so we don't have to give the government more?" Isn't it obvious what the negative effects of the socialist tendencies sprouting up in our government will be? Don't people understand that to redistribute wealth makes the productive members of society want to stop producing? That's great. The already unproductive will remain unproductive, and the productive will be driven to stop striving, competing, producing…because there is no reward. Obama is bringing change, alright. But not the sort of change that inspires me.

Who is John Galt? I think we're about to find out.