tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38289558501980281512024-03-19T14:05:06.656-07:00Living with the LivingstonsLisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00621642414751362496noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828955850198028151.post-87831637743935273102013-03-17T14:52:00.000-07:002013-03-17T14:52:23.937-07:00Nordic Skiing<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Yesterday Greg and I did something we have never done before; we went nordic skiing. We went with our friends, Clark and Autumn, at Alta. It was such a nice day. The sun was shining, the weather wasn't too cold. The mountains looked so majestic. We rented all our equipment and were off on our way. Clark was a professional right way. He watched youtube videos of Olympic cross country skiers before coming up and I think it helped. It was a lot harder for me then I thought it would be. I woke up this morning with sore arms and legs. Greg is more athletic than me so he isn't that sore. He did do the splits once and said he is hurting a little from that! Haha. </div>
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Greg was more adventurous than me. He would go a lot faster and went down small slopes that I walked down instead of skiing. This resulted in him falling down in the snow a lot more than me. Here is one of Greg's tumbles. <br />
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After 3 hours we definitely got the hang of it. It was such a fun activity. I would go again for sure! Lisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00621642414751362496noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828955850198028151.post-89724062820598431262013-03-16T21:10:00.000-07:002013-03-16T21:10:58.141-07:00Private Chef<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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For Greg's birthday he received a very special gift from Camille. She promised to make him dinner. This would be no ordinary dinner, this dinner would consist of cheeseburger buns and oreo stuffed chocolate chip cookies! Greg loves cheeseburger buns and oreo stuffed chocolate chip cookies. So Camille came over last night with a bag full of groceries and we got to work in the kitchen.</div>
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I was in charge of making the cookies. I was slightly nervous because I am not the best baker in the world. That title belongs to Mae Mae Fe. I followed Camille's recipe and they turned out really well. So well in fact, I ate two! I actually gave some of the cookies I made away to our friends today and they asked for the recipe! Camille and I were having a blast cooking and talking. We love saying quotes from movies that we use to watch as kids. We were laughing at the most random things. It was so fun.</div>
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Thanks Camille for making us such a yummy dinner. You are so talented. If nursing school doesn't work out you might have a fall back with cheeseburger buns. After dinner we watched the movie, She's All That. Camille had never seen it. Can you believe that? She then explained she was 9 years old when it came out. Haha! She is so little. I forgot how funny teen movies are. We will need to watch more soon. Happy Birthday Greg! Thank you for being so sweet and letting us celebrate you even though you have been 26 for a month already. Lisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00621642414751362496noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828955850198028151.post-55723552468991836452013-03-11T17:17:00.002-07:002013-03-11T17:17:58.850-07:00The Winning Essay<br />
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At work last Thursday I get a text from Greg saying he just won 3rd place with an essay he entered for the best travel writing of 2013. I was really surprised because I didn't even know about the contest or his essay. I come home and immediately read his essay about the Ukraine. It is beautiful and I had to post it. I hope you all enjoy it as much I did. </div>
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Ukraine is a land which history has torn apart. For
centuries it was caught in literal tug-of-wars between its surrounding
neighbors. In fact, common tradition holds that the source of the name
“Ukraine” comes from the Russian word for “borderland,” as it has always been
on the outskirts of one nation or another. Its people have been worn down by
centuries of being conquered, and they now struggle for identity—identity which
has only begun to reappear in the past 20 years of independence. For years their
faith and confidence were slapped by the stern hand of communism and almost
beat into extinction by famine. Yet they are resilient, though at times they
may seem lost. </div>
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In 1991 the sickle and hammer of the soviet flag gave way to
the blue and yellow of the Ukrainian landscape: blue for the grand sky above
and yellow for the vast fields of grain and sunflowers below. When my plane
landed in Donetsk in November 2006, however, a grey cloud engulfed the entire
city with a drab, monochrome existence. The concrete soviet buildings, the
leafless trees and the barren ground all melted into the bleakness. The country
felt bare and depressed. </div>
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Any news about Ukraine that makes it to America usually shows
the unsuccessful attempts of the country to be taken seriously as it tries to
establish its own identity. The former prime minister has become a political
prisoner in her own country while the former president’s face bears the scars
of an attempted poisoning by his opposing party. Numerous Youtube videos show
fistfights breaking out on the floor of the Ukrainian parliament, complete with
elected officials throwing eggs at their rivals. (This is ironic in that
Ukraine is famous for its beautifully painted and decorated Easter eggs). On
top of that, as preparation to host the European soccer championships, Ukraine
had to pass a law at long last outlawing bars from force feeding alcohol to
captured bears, a tradition passed down from generation to generation of vodka
loving Ukrainians. No wonder Ukraine has long lived in the American mind as only
a joke from an episode of Seinfeld.</div>
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But as our Ukrainian friend on Seinfeld tells us, “The
Ukraine is not weak,” and neither are its people. Survival is an instinct for a
nation which has persevered through such a tumultuous history, and the
individual faces of its people tell that story. Walking out of my apartment on
a bitter morning in early spring I passed a man peering into the large
dumpsters in between apartment buildings. His wrinkled hands, swollen from
years of exposure to the harsh winters, sorted through the discarded trash as
his black eyes searched for something of sustenance. His hands emerged from the
black plastic bag holding the skeletal remains of a dried fish. Setting the
trash bag aside, he began to pick away at the bones, pulling off what little
meat he could. He was dressed as most elderly Ukrainian men are: old slacks and
a dirty sports jacket over a stained white tank-top. His dark shoes had somehow
avoided the muddy grime of the melting snow which puddled across the city
streets, their cleanliness attempting to reclaim some remnant of his dignity. </div>
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I walked towards him, pulling a five hrivna bill from my
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“For grandpa?” he asked, his Russian slurred in the cold air.</div>
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“Buy yourself some bread.” I held the money out towards him.
He hesitated a moment before reaching for my hand. The creases in his face
easily broke into a gold-toothed smile as our hands met.</div>
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“Thank you and God bless you with happiness and luck.”</div>
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“Thank you” I said and I turned back to the street.</div>
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As I walked away, his words echoed in my mind. “Happiness
and luck.” Where did those words fit into this man’s life, his past, or his
future? His relentless image was pressed into my memory.</div>
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But he is not the first thing to come to my mind when I
think about Ukraine. Neither is it the country’s painful past, the bleak
winters or the devastating poverty that is so prevalent. I remember one day of
perfection—perfection in the sense of witnessing potential fulfilled.</div>
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When I think of Ukraine, I remember filling a daypack with
watermelon, fresh fruit and the rich, hearty black bread Ukrainians favor to
our fluffy wonderbread. I remember climbing aboard a bus and driving far past
the edge of a village and out to the end of the bus line. There I stepped out
into the countryside and with a few companions, began to walk. We walked for
hours. We passed small farmhouses and summer cottages. We walked past men
fishing and boys swimming in ponds, the warm sun glistening golden on the water.
We walked past fields and forests, past sunken homes long since abandoned. We
passed over hill after rolling hill until we crested to find in the valley
below us a field of sunflowers stretching to the horizon. </div>
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We stepped between the rows of towering flowers as they
followed the sun’s westward journey. Finding a patch of ground large enough for
us to sit, we took out our food and partook of the fruits of the fertile soil
that surrounded us. Beauty was everywhere, and in that beauty was the hope of a
nation. I suddenly understood much more about these people, their land and how
they are able to keep such bright hope for their country than I had learned
living with them for a year and a half. I had driven past fields like this in
the winter only to see the dead, grey stalks of the once majestic flowers. But
spring brings resurrection of life, and with life comes beauty, and from that
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It’s no wonder such a
scene inspired the Ukrainian flag. The people of Ukraine understand the beauty
of their country and the potential it holds. They can see that from the pain of
the past there can sprout a beautiful nation, rich with culture and confidence
resurrected from the shadows of the borderland.</div>
Lisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00621642414751362496noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828955850198028151.post-40463154864904469162013-03-10T21:39:00.001-07:002013-03-11T16:55:03.907-07:00Guess Who Just Won a Travel Writing Contest with His Essay on Ukraine?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Greg's 26th birthday was so special. We are so lucky to have family so close to celebrate with. His birthday was fish themed. I wasn't really planning on having a birthday theme for my 26 year old husband but it just turned out that everyone knows how much Greg loves fishing. We had a family dinner the Sunday before Greg's actually birthday. Greg wanted a fish cake and this is what I came up with. Greg says it looked like pacman's cousin. He's right! </div>
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It has become a tradition that Greg's sisters make him dessert cheeseburgers for his birthday. They are super cute and very tasty. Burton thought they were real hamburgers and was quite a surprised after taking his first bite. The kids loved having Megan Livingston over for dinner. When we asked Brooke that night who her favorite aunt is, her response was Megan. We held a picture of our Mae Mae Fe up next to Megan L. and asked again just to make sure which Megan was the favorite and Brooke pointed to Megan L. It was so cute. <br />
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Greg use to have a bright green Florida shirt with sharks swimming on it. He got it for $1 on a family vacation the Livingstons took the summer before we met. This shirt was really ugly and I hated it. However, Greg loved it and would wear it a lot. He called it his "Flow-rida" shirt. Luckily this shirt got bleached and had to be thrown away, and before you all assume it was foul play, it wasn't. It was an act of God because prays are answered. Chris and Amelia thought it would be a good idea to replace his lost Florida shirt with this birthday gift. The shirt exclaims, "Fish tremble when they hear my name." Classy! Thanks Sutherland family. <br />
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Greg's other gifts included fly tying tools, a new fly rod, a fly rod case, a wii fishing game, and a fly tying station. It was definitely a fish themed birthday. My baby boy was so spoiled. Thanks family.Lisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00621642414751362496noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828955850198028151.post-35667586702603586712013-03-10T21:00:00.000-07:002013-03-11T17:00:52.047-07:00Winter <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Today was the first warm day we have had in a long time and it made me want to blog about some of the winter activities we did. Greg always finds fun activities for us. We went to the World Speed Skating Championship back in January. Here is Greg outside of the Olympic Oval. </div>
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We also went to the World Aerial Ski Competition in Park City. It was the first time either of us had been to a skiing event like this. It was incredible what the athletes were able to do. They ski down a super steep slope up a ramp that catapults them 30 feet into the air. They twist and turn and somehow land on the feet again. We were so impressed and also really cold. We went with our friends, Noah and LaShae. All the other attendees were wearing snowboarding gear and all bundled up. We were slightly less prepared. We were all in jeans and Greg was wearing his work shoes. It was freezing. It was hard to smile for pictures because our lips were so cold and becoming fat. I definitely want to do this again next year. <br />
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My favorite activity was learning how to curl. We took a 2 hour introductory course at the Olympic Oval with our friends, Clark and Autumn. Greg was a natural of course. He says this is his last shot to become an Olympian. I think Greg wants to join a league now. Curling is way harder then it looks. Sweeping the ice is a workout. Beneath is a picture of Greg and me with our brooms.<br />
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We recently went sledding up Big Cottonwood Canyon with some friends. It was a sunny day, hence Greg is not wearing his coat. We went sledding for a few hours and packed in a picnic for lunch. The sun felt so good but after we had been home for a few hours our sunburns set in. Greg and I were bright pink. It was so funny. It was nice to be outside and in such a beautiful canyon. Utah really has so much to offer outdoors. It makes we want to do more. <br />
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This post is way late but I caught the blogging bug tonight and have to post this too. Greg's favorite musical artist is Mason Jennings. He preformed in Salt Lake back in May but we missed it so to make up for it we drove over 24 hours to see him in San Francisco back in September. Luckily Kathers Cole and family were there to make the trip even better. We started driving on Thursday night after work. We planned to camp out in the middle of Nevada for the first night of our trip. </div>
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Neither of us slept every well on the cold hard Nevada soil so we were really glad when morning came and we could continue down the road. We could hardly wait to get to San Jose because we knew what was waiting there for us: Halle and Ryan!!!!! We could not have had a better time playing with those two. We had a tea party, ate candy, played with cars, spun around a ton of time and got really dizzy, and hung out at Kath's new house!!!!<br />
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The concert was in downtown San Francisco. It was the same night as the BYU vs U of U football game but we don't want to talk about it. Greg and I were looking up the score during the concert and were unlucky enough to catch the last few minutes of the game after the concert. Come on Cougs! <br />
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Mason Jennings was amazing. He was charming and funny as well as being musically talented. I knew a few of his songs but Greg was the real fan. The concert was held in this amazing jazz club. We took a few pictures before the concert but were strictly prohibited from taking pictures during the show. So if you want to see who Mason Jennings is and what he looks like you will have to do some youtube research. <br />
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I asked Greg once we got back to Utah if seeing Mason was worth the long drive and the camp out from heck. Greg didn't hesitate in saying he would do it again just to see Mason. I guess good music does that to a person. It made me smile just because it made Greg so happy. Lisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00621642414751362496noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828955850198028151.post-31786630324923171652012-11-01T22:07:00.002-07:002012-11-01T22:07:33.267-07:00Happy Halloween<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Happy Halloween family. Greg and I had such a great holiday mostly because Burton and Brooke live so close to us now. We went trunk or treating with them on Halloween. Burton was such a polite boy. He would say thank you after receiving every piece of candy. Greg and I decided to dress up as vikings this year. We decided to be vikings in sacrament meeting so we know it was a heavenly guided decision. It turned out to be a good choice because we won the costume contest at our ward Halloween party on Friday night. Our costumes were handmade by us the night before the party. The white fur on Greg's back is actually a rug I got from IKEA that lays on the end on our bed. When Brooke saw it she thought it was a pup pup (puppy) and would run up to Greg and pet it. Greg designed his costume and hand glued every piece of fabric. I think his turned out way better than mine. If business school doesn't work out I think Greg should look into fashion school! </div>
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Greg and I went to Hee Haw farms with our friends, Jared and Mindy, the weekend before Halloween. We did the corn maze and haunted hay ride, which didn't turn out to be too haunted. Afterwards we each picked out a pumpkin. Greg and I carved our pumpkins for FHE on Monday night. Greg's pumpkin must be British because it has a mustache and a monocle.</div>
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The remaining pictures are of the two cutest kids on earth! Burton dressed up as Buzz Lighter and Brooke was Minnie Mouse. Brooke wore little pink high heels with pink bows on them. She was so cute. She wouldn't let anyone hold her because she wanted to walk in her shoes.</div>
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Happy Halloween everyone. We hope you all had a fun night!Lisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00621642414751362496noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828955850198028151.post-20890806354999620302012-09-10T20:48:00.000-07:002013-03-11T17:19:31.527-07:00Brooke is all Grown Up<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Lisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00621642414751362496noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828955850198028151.post-86236903679893014702012-09-10T20:46:00.000-07:002012-09-10T20:46:20.841-07:00My Big Fat Greek Weekend<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> Greg and I went to the Salt Lake City Greek festival this weekend!!! It is a four day event that happens every year. It was our first time attending but wont be the last. The event was held at the Greek Orthodox Cathedral located downtown. A massive tent was set up adjacent to the cathedral and was packed with people enjoying Greek culture almost as much as Greg (see photo below). </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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The line to get food was over an hour long. The line snaked back and forth; it felt like we were at Disneyland. Greg even made the comment that he wished there was fast passes for the line. It was well worth the wait though. It gave me lots of time to people watch. I found this priest texting on his iphone. It made me laugh so I snapped a photo.<br />
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</tbody></table> The food was so good. It was all homemade. We ate baklava for dessert. I love baklava. I could eat it everyday. Before we left we took a tour of the cathedral. Greg said it reminded him of all the churches he would visit in Ukraine. It was so ornate. There were so many pictures painted on every wall. I loved it. I hope that one day Greg takes me to the Ukraine and shows me all the sites and places he talks so much about. Maybe if we are already over there we can head down to Greece. Oompa!!!!!!Lisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00621642414751362496noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828955850198028151.post-85400166038286461592012-08-26T15:35:00.000-07:002012-08-26T15:35:03.766-07:00Back in DC<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> We came back from the Outer banks a day early so that we could spend some time with Mom and Dad Engstrom and Mae Mae Fe. My family was visiting from California because we got to attend the sealing of my cousin, Jeremy, but not before we were pleasured with a catered breakfast by Chef Emily. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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Megan had baby sitting duty, so after Greg and I got out of the sealing we headed over to the visitor center to find Megan. We were greeted by the sister missionaries as we walked in. I asked them if they had seen a girl that kind of looked like me/ Taylor Swift and they knew exactly who I was referring to. We found Megan and said our good byes but not before talking some jumping pictures outside the DC temple. <br />
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Megan seriously looks like T. Swift, I am right?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Congratulations Jeremy on your wedding!!!!!!!"</td></tr>
</tbody></table> That night we went to a National's game with the Livingston family and David Gerard. Third Eye Blind was giving a concert after the game. Greg was never so happy. He had a bunch of his buddies with him. Greg knew almost every song and sang along. He even danced to a few of the songs too. Some of his dance moves included playing an air guitar/air drum set. He was so cute!!!!!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Third Eye Blind's stage is right behind me!</td></tr>
</tbody></table> Greg was not the only member of the family to sing and dance that night! We all had such a fun time including the guy in the National's jersey standing behind Papa Jay. I hope he might one day stumble upon my blog to find his picture.<br />
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The remainder of this blog post is dedicated to Grandma Livingston. Greg's grandma recently moved to Virginia to be closer to Mama Melissa and Papa Jay. Her health has not been the greatest lately and it was really important to us but especially to Greg to visit her. Grandma Livingston has been so sweet to Greg and me. She came all the way from Washington last year to attend our sealing. It really meant a lot. She loves milkshakes and throughout our Grandma Livingston photo shoot she always has her milkshake close by.<br />
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Lisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00621642414751362496noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828955850198028151.post-22790957326310244792012-08-26T14:53:00.002-07:002012-08-26T20:59:29.906-07:00OBX<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div> Greg and I just returned last week from the Outer Banks, NC. It was the first time I have ever been there but hopefully not the last. It was so picturesque. The entire island was covered with colorful beach houses with huge porches rapping around each level of the house. We spent the entire week going to the beach and reading by the pool. We ate great food and had a lot of family bonding time. My favorite moment of the entire trip was playing Balderdash with the family. I was laughing so hard. <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> Our first full day was spent going to church and then visiting Kitty Hawk! Kitty Hawk is where the Wright Brothers had there first successful flight. We visited a museum built to honor the Wright Brothers. In the museum was a working replica of the plane the Wright Brothers flew. Mama Melissa brought a kite for each one of us to fly. Below is a picture of Greg with his! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The entire family by the plane replica minus Megan, who couldn't get off work for the trip :(</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">If you squint your eyes you will see each of us holding our kites.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mama Melissa with her kite! Mama Melissa tried so hard all week long to get her kite to fly and finally on our last day it did!</td></tr>
</tbody></table> The rest of the week was spent at the beach mostly at the beach. The family collected sea shells, Emily dug for mole crabs, Greg and Matthew went boogie boarding, we played bocce ball, a sand creature was made, sand castles were built, and we all jumped waves. <br />
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Emily got her hair wrapped and it made her look even cuter than she was before, if that is even possible.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Please notice not only Greg's fish but the shirt he found for $5 at a local shop. If he can't see it super well, it is a shark riding a surf board. Greg has always been a classy dresser.!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Night fishing with the fam! </td></tr>
</tbody></table> It was such a great trip. Thank you so much Papa Jay and Mama Melissa for making it happen. It was so much fun to be together with the Livingston family. I married into the best family. We only wish Megan could have been with us!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A picture of the sand dunes by the beach!</td></tr>
</tbody></table> On our way home Greg and I stopped in historical Williamsburg. As most of you know, I LOVE history and was enjoying walking the old streets. Greg and I visited a church that has been in operation since 1715. The shops all had people dressed in colonial clothing and spoke with accents; I was in heaven. If anyone has the opportunity to go visit the Outer Banks or Williamsburg, I give it two thumbs up! <br />
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Lisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00621642414751362496noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828955850198028151.post-58298369808410147742012-07-15T20:36:00.001-07:002012-07-15T20:47:30.000-07:00Do These People Look Familiar?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> Greg and I had the opportunity to go down to St. George to hear President and Sister Gardner's Homecoming talk. It was an experience that brought tears to my eyes and joy to my heart. I love my mission and at times feel so far removed from it, but today I felt like I was back in Montana walking the streets. President Gardner said in his talk that you can't really describe what your mission means to another person because they didn't experience all that you did. I know that's true. People don't understand why I love Montana so much, but I do and that's enough. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Greg driving home from St. George!</td></tr>
</tbody></table> President Gardner had a get-together after his homecoming. At the get-together he saw Greg before he saw me. I could tell President Gardner didn't know who Greg was but was racking his brain wondering if he was was one of his missionaries. It was funny. President and Sister Gardner loved meeting Greg. I will forever be grateful for meeting President and Sister Gardner. They have touched my heart and made me want to be better. <br />
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I wasn't the only one that had a mission reunion this weekend. On Saturday Greg and I were privileged to have dinner with two elders from his mission including his trainee, Sassy Rassy! We ate dinner at our favorite place to eat in Cedar City, Sonny Boys.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sassy Rassy, Jake Hulet, and Greg!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Lisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00621642414751362496noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828955850198028151.post-50140256583913341022012-07-05T21:52:00.000-07:002012-07-05T21:52:27.298-07:00Life Lately<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Checking to see if I have hat hair. By the look on Greg's face, I think I might. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Driving to get to a temple session on time. No time for a quick stop. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Return of the Lax Mormon.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Getting ready for church.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Lisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00621642414751362496noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828955850198028151.post-73725423750195433102012-07-05T21:20:00.000-07:002012-07-05T21:20:54.516-07:00Happy 4th of July! Happy 4th of July! Greg and I celebrated by starting our day at 5:00AM. We signed up to run the 10K in Provo that morning and needed the extra time to get our costumes on. Greg dressed up as a minute man and I turned myself into our nation's flag. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Here we are right before the race.</td></tr>
</tbody></table> The run was intense but Greg and I both finished! Mile 2 through 4 was down University Ave in Provo which doubles as the parade route so people were watching and cheering for us as we ran. It was definitely motivation to keep running and not look winded. After the run we meet up with Mr. Preston Reed and others to watch the parade. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Greg and I watching the parade!</td></tr>
</tbody></table> That night Greg took me out for an all-american meal.....fast food. We ate hot dogs to celebrate the greatness that is America. Greg is eating a foot long chili dog in the picture below and couldn't look more in love with America! After dinner we headed over to the Rio Tinto Stadium to watch Real Salt Lake take on the Seattle Sounders. The game was super intense and ended in a tie. Greg and I are becoming super RSL fans. Want proof.......just look at Greg's hat!<br />
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</tbody></table> After the game we were treated to a firework show! It was a perfect way to spend our nation's birthday. Hope you all had a Happy 4th of July!Lisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00621642414751362496noreply@blogger.com1