Showing posts with label Christmas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Christmas. Show all posts

Saturday, January 2, 2016

Food, Food, but also Family

Today is my last full day in Utah. That makes me sad for a variety of reasons. But in true Kristen fashion, I am going out with a bang. A day or so ago breakfast plans with friends didn't pan out, so today was the day! It was great because we had a large group of people and it was really fun.

I was skeptical at first because the plan was to meet at Black Bear Diner- about 45 minutes away from where everyone lives. But I am glad we did because breakfast was amazing! The diner is a small chain that started in northern California. I kind of recall seeing other locations in such random places like Bullhead City, AZ. My family almost ate there before but the lines were too long.


I realized I must be missing my mom because I ordered the chicken fried steak- something my mom almost always orders. My horchata quest is like her chicken fried steak quest, we are always trying to scope out the best one!

After breakfast we had some time to kill so we wandered around the mall and got a new battery for my watch. We eventually wandered down to Springville to meet my sister and her friend Jen to go to the Museum of Art. To kill more time we wandered around the Walmart there and spent some money on our generous Christmas-gift gift card from the Morris family. I am proud to announce that Ross and I are the happy owners of our very first waffle iron. I can tell I am an official big kid cos I am really wracking up the kitchen appliances.

We then met up with Rissa and her friend Jen to check out the Springville Museum of Art. The Springville MoA always surprises me. It seems like such a random (and nearly rural) place for such an attraction. But the exhibits and works within are always incredible. For such a small looking building it is really quite large inside.

One of the main exhibits, and the first we checked out was the, "30th Annual Spiritual and Religious Exhibit." Being a religious and spiritual person myself, I was pretty excited about this one. I thought of the book God Is In the Mountain by Ezra Jack Keats. Meaning, there are so many different interpretations and personal beliefs that were expressed in the exhibit. It was really cool to see such a diverse display of art.

I did what you are supposed to at museums and made sure to take lots of crappy pictures of beautiful pieces of art.

These first two kind of go with each other I feel like. I've been thinking recently about how so many women hurt to belong. I love that my beliefs and upbringing give me confidence and joy in who I am. Maybe that's why I felt so drawn to these.





As we walked up to this exhibit Ross chuckled a little because he already knew that I liked it. It was behind glass so you can't see it spectacularly in this picture. It is done in a bright Latin American style. The bottom right corner shows, "The Descent of the Holy Ghost," and as the artist mentions, "many people from all five continents are shown in unity."



This was one of Ross's favorites. If you look closely you can see a phoenix emerging from the sun in the wolf's mouth. Also it is based on a Norse myth so he probably liked that too.



I was immediately drawn to this one because of the color (Salvation Mountain?!). But I liked the artist's description as well. I know the descriptions are hard to read without zooming in. The last part reads, "It is imperative that we are keenly aware of the straight and narrow path and do all we can to stay within the straight lines in midst of the temptations of life."



These three are all very intriguing in different ways. The first one, "The Cemetery of the Forgotten Books," really drew me in. I loved the frame with all the books, and the purples and pinks in the painting. THEN I realized she's almost 90 years old and her father was in Franco's army during the Spanish Civil war and I was speechless. What a life to live. I would love to see her other artwork and the stories they tell.

I took quite a bit of time on the middle painting with the hummingbird, "Above the Brambles of Life." The artist's description, "Something amazing happened when we free ourselves from a negative habit, rid ourselves from fears or anger, resentment and frustrations that occur in our lives. We become elevated. Have a greater perspective and can keep moving to better heights of happiness and creativity. I believe the Atonement of Christ can help us achieve that."



The last was just funny. I'm not sure what that style of art is called, it reminds me of the Valyermo Monastery. This piece, "Sometimes it is hard to be dead" was one of many displayed on a wall as part of a piece about ancestors. I like the ancestor looking over the kid and thinking, "I love you and appreciate what you are doing but you are often very stupid and it aggravates the crud out of me." I think about relatives watching over me and caring about me. But this piece provided a different perspective. It makes me laugh to think that my ancestors are sometimes banging their heads against the wall cos I am a knucklehead.

They had another exhibit ending soon, "Family Vacation." The retro and vintage inspired travel theme was fun. But what I found the most breathtaking were paintings of Utah landscapes. It is such a beautiful state!



They museum also had a section with children's artwork. It was pretty cool to see some of the amazing works of art elementary school aged kids made! These kids have some serious talent. One of my favorites is the little shepherd boy sitting with a his little lamb and looking up towards the star.



The last exhibit we checked out, and primary purpose for the visit since it was ending so soon, was a display of parable paintings by Liz Lemon Swindle.



Each set had an ancient and modern interpretation of the parable. Her paintings are breathtaking. I can't even begin to comprehend a masterpiece like that. Which, in and of itself was a cool lesson to think about when looking at religious paintings and paintings of Christ.

My favorites were The Good Samaritan,



And I Would Gather Thee



Obviously the pictures don't do them justice. That's why you go to a museum. But I took them anyway so I could remember the thoughts I had while I looked at them. The lighting, the emotions, and mostly the tender care from our Savior that is so wonderfully portrayed.

Throughout the museum they have interactive portions. This one you could take an inspirational quote from the jar and then write one of your own to hang on the wall. Not sure if this kid got the memo but it summed up my experience at the museum very well, "I liket err ething" Because indeed, I did like everything!


Afterwards Rissa told us about this really cool diner that we just had to go to. We joked about what a must-try place would look like in Springville, but it was a really cool place. Art City Trolley is a hip little diner inside of an old trolley! Did I mention that it's hip? Also the food was great. I got a spicy avocado chicken sandwich with a side of mac n cheese. Rissa got us all a plate of rosemary garlic fries that were amazing. Nice and thin and crispy.



We hung around and chatted for a while before we had to get going but it was great to try a new place and see an old place with new (exhibits) stuff. I can't believe it is already time to get back to real life back home. I don't want to!



Thursday, December 25, 2014

Christmas Day 2014

I have been doing a lot of blog catching up lately, but I can't today.

Today, all I have is Christmas on the brain!

Christmas Widdison style is so absolutely insane, and I love it. It is definitely unique, and maybe stressful for first time observers and participators, but it's tradition.

Even now that we are older we still wake up pretty early to look at what Santa brought us in our stockings.

Yes.



Santa still comes comes to all of us and fills our stockings with goodies! I love how full the mantel is with all of the stocking hangers and stockings.


When we were little we would play with our toys from Santa while mom and dad went back to bed. But this year we almost immediately started with the presents. My dad gets fairly excited about presents (sound like someone you know?), and jumped right in for a gift for my momma.

It was good we got started though, because there were so. many. presents. I have seen a lot of presents under the tree in my lifetime, never as many as this year. Could have something to do with the fact that there are 11, yes ELEVEN people at my parents' house. I think we broke the present record this year.

We even had to clear a path so Santa could get to the stockings.

Opening presents on Christmas morning is the most beautiful chaos I have ever experienced. oohhhs, and ahhhhs!! jumps for joy, laughter, and all manner of happy and grateful expressions. This year we started slow, everyone getting one present, going in age order. That was about as calm and orderly it was and then we just needed to get going and pass out those presents.


My family is perhaps a little unique in that we don't draw names. We get a present for pretty much every member of the family. But it is special because we have always put the emphasis on love. It doesn't matter if you homemake a gift, or spend $30. You can combine and go in on a gift with another sibling, or combine gifts, it's all about the love and thought that goes into the gifts.

It is so much fun to give gifts. To see the happiness and joy on someone's face when they unwrap the gift that you put a lot a thought into.



As per tradition, mom and dad's gifts to us are usually saved til last. My mom confessed that she just couldn't stop buying gifts for us. Her and dad love thinking us the perfect things for us kids. This year the girls got matching Mexcian embroidered blouses straight from Olvera Street! My mom is magic because she got all the right sizes.


Sorry Cass, this picture was taken after you already left.

One of the funnest surprises came at the very end. Ryan pulled out a box from: Santa to: The Gang. With classic Ryan quizzical look, he handed the mystery gift to me to read the note.


I don't mean to brag, but I had a feeling about what was coming. Inside the box was 11 nicely wrapped gifts with names like "Rambo," "007," "killshot," "girl on fire," "bullseye." I of course, grabbed my name when I heard it, "Star Lord." We hurried and opened the gifts to find that they were nerf guns.

GAME TIME.



All of a sudden the tiny house was in a frenzy. People were loading up the guns and diving behind couches, behind doorways, and finding refuge in the hallway.



It was pretty fun. Lucky for us all Ryan and Jen actually got some extra nerf bullets for a present so there was enough ammo to go around. The hard part was scrambling to find them in the wrapping paper/ present mess in the front room.


Some people hid in the hall, while others built a wall of gift bags and boxes, and others preferred to go solo.


Yes, all the pictures are blurry because I was either running or laugh so hard I couldn't keep still. 


The best part was when mom and dad teamed up and dad covered mom.


The war was brilliant, and I am just really hoping this is a new tradition with bigger artillery next year. I'm talking semi-automatic. But those little nerf guns shot really well. They kinda hurt when they got your skin.


Let's see that solo shot again:



We made off with a pretty good loot this year!


So much love! 


By this point I don't think it was past about 10 or 11 am. We had fun hanging out and checking out all the gifts that were given and received.


Dad made breakfast and we just loafed around, some of us going back to bed while some of us got ready for the day.



Ross and I served some cheese slices, crackers, and summer sausage. Kind of a nod to his family's tradition of the Christmas Eve Picnic. Then we played the game Qwirkle.

More loafing around, and maybe some lunch in there somewhere. Grandma and Grandpa dropped by to say hello. I have such fun memories of then visiting Christmas Day when we were little. We would run up to them and show them all our Christmas gifts and how they worked. More or less the same now.

In the evening we had a delicious Christmas feast.



Christmas is always the longest day and the shortest day all at the same time.



I remember when I was little sometimes I would cry a little or pout when I had to go to bed on Christmas because it made me so sad that the day was over. Turns out, I pretty much feel the exact same way even 15 years later! 

Friday, December 19, 2014

Christmas Crazie?

I've never been a Christmas Crazie. I've met some. But I've never been one.


Don't get me wrong, I love Christmas and the holidays. I really had to up my game while I was living in Grenada because Christmas cheer is just a different thing, and your resources are often limited.

For example, I found perhaps the largest and last (of it's size) Christmas tree on the island. The lady at the store shoved it in a trash bag and I carried that sucka on the reggae bus home, walking part of the way, hauling this tree along the road, cars whizzing past. You can check out the tree in it's spindly Charlie-Brown-Christmas glory here. I have no regrets. I would spend three hours purchasing, transporting, and hauling that thing all. over. again!


Now that I am in the post-Grenada phase of my life (praise the Lord) I get Christmas "back." I get Christmas in it's full Americanized, capitalistic, materialistic glory. Annd...

I am beginning to wonder if I am becoming a Christmas Crazie.

Example #1:
I have two Christmas trees. If Christmas trees come much easier and fresher in the US, I get two right? Last night I dreamed about trees. I dreamed about more trees. I want a tree for my desk at work. I want one in the kitchen, on top of the microwave, on the porch, in the bathroom, in the shower! Christmas trees are the gateway drug to Christmas Crazie.


Example #2:
I WANT NEED MORE LIGHTS.

I live in a small apartment. I don't have a lawn, yard, or roof to adorn with lights. But every time I am at the store I have this urge to run to the Christmas section and buy everything that twinkles and shines in LED (or not) glory.



Example #3:
Window clings. I believe the window cling hoarding stems from two things. 1) Aforementioned lack of opportunity to decorate with lights, and 2) being on a budget. Hello 99 Cent Store! I honestly get offended when Target wants $2 for their window clings (although arguably they are pretty cute). I saw that my neighbors had window clings that were colored light bulb shapes. Examples #2 and #3 combined?!


At this point I think I am still safe. I think acknowledging is the first step to change. So I will continue to keep tabs on this issue. Thank you for your support and cooperation in this matter.




Saturday, December 6, 2014

Nativities From Around the World

The older I get and closer I get to becoming a parent myself, I think it must be a pretty weird thing. I mean, my parents were people once. Scuba diving, volunteering, traveling, working, young adults. Then -they were parents. And have been parents ever since and will be parents forever.

Once you're a parent, your kids start getting older, then they become scuba diving, volunteering, traveling, working young adults too.

And sometimes they bring you presents.

As I was home this weekend for Asher's birthday party I stopped by my parents' home to see how the Christmas decorating was going. I got to admire all the cool nativities they have.

Ghana
Some purchased out of the country and brought here,

Grenada
Others made out of the country and purchased here.

Peru
Some made here and purchased here.

Lucy Bears
They have a pretty cool little collection. I guess I better travel the world some more so I can buy them more!