happy birthday to my dad

Yes, yes, the Chicago post is coming. I had a fabulous time, foot pain and all, but today is my dad’s birthday, so using that as an excuse, I’m going to post some things that I have been thinking about for a while (for posterity…so this post may totally bore any of you not related to me, or who don’t know Nev).

My dad is hilarious. He tells the lamest jokes ever (we were discussing adoption tonight and he once again mentioned that one of my sisters was adopted…but then they brought her back) that always make me laugh. With him? At him? Does it really matter?

One of his favorite funnies (not so much a joke) is referring to himself as Good Old Dad. Create an acronym and you’ll get the humor in it. His favorite is to remind us to thank “Good Old Dad” for whatever it is he has done for us at that moment.

He doesn’t really share how he feels, but it is obvious through his actions. He has moved every one of us multiple times. He has installed crown molding, recessed lighting, kitchen cabinets, and painted more walls than I could ever count. He pays for plane tickets for us to visit each other and we know that, no matter what happens, he will be there if we need him (like for me, now, as I live in the apartment over his garage). And, as seen above, he lets his granddaughters play with his hair.

He has always been a great example of hard work and frugality. Unfortunately, I only inherited the former…my spending habits I got from my mom. And even though he wishes I could figure out the real difference between wants and needs, he is really good about not making me feel bad about my inability to do so.

In teaching us about hard work, he also taught us the importance of each step in a project. In any project, there are four steps. You probably thought that it varied based on the project, but it doesn’t. There are always four and only four. Sure, within those four, there might be multiple tasks that must be done, but any and every project can be subdivided into the following four steps:

  1. Prep: this step includes planning and setting up for the project.
  2. Do: pretty self-evident.
  3. Clean up: again, not much explanation.
    1. Most people would think the project was over at this point.
    2. Most people are mistaken. Step four is not only the most important, but also requires the most time.
  4. Admire: this step can be done alone, at first, but in order for any project to be truly finished, you must actually include at least one more person in this step. This step requires “ooohs” and “aahs”. Not necessary to this step, but definitely encouraged, are phone calls to others who are not able to be part of Step 4 in person, photographs to be shared for years to come, and later discussions about just how great the project turned out.

I have to say I have a pretty great dad, even if we don’t see eye to eye on everything. So here’s a big birthday wish to my favorite dad ever! Happy Birthday, Dad.

Oh, and thanks for dinner.

leaving las vegas



Basically, it was a weekend full of Hope and Tannon. We had a little “photo shoot” to get some good shots for the baby announcement (I’ll post those once it is done). My favorite pictures are the following two…both showing Tannon entertaining his “baby sister”. It was so fun to watch. The best moment, not captured, was Monday night. I was holding Hope and she started to cry (no…I didn’t pinch her) and Tannon, looking very concerned, pointed to his dad (my little brother) and said, while pointing from one to the other, “Daddy. Baby.” Justin quickly rescued Hope from the mean auntie and all was well with the universe.


Tannon has also hit a phase of not loving me. Fortunately, I find the whole thing quite amusing. Whenever I tried to talk to him (except for when I was saying goodbye as I headed into the airport…weird) he would put his hand up, with his arm extended (as far as it could reach) toward me, turn his head away from me and say, “NO!” If I decided to keep talking, the “NO!” became “No way!”, which of course made me laugh (because I’m the mean auntie) at which point he would start walking away from me, looking for his mom or dad, while the tears began to flow. I seriously think kids are so great. Like toys for grownups (at least when you are the auntie and not the parent).

semi-wordless wednesday – new york style

Maybe I should just call it “Not-a-Novel Wednesday”?

Early morning in Times Square. This was my first daylight scene in New York.

Max Brenner…my heaven here on earth.

Breakfast Saturday morning.



And Max Brenner is my new favorite restaurant.

A Saturday morning market. Oh how I can’t wait to live in a city again…someday.

Grand Central Subway. I love all of the amazing tile work throughout the subways. So many of the stations are like this, with mosaics lining the walls.

Our super short (literally) wait to get to the top of the Empire State Building.

Downtown, as seen from the Empire State Building.

More from the Empire State Building.

The Chrysler Building…probably my favorite building in New York.

Uptown from the Empire State Building.

Self-portrait from the Empire State Building. I don’t love it, but it’s the only one we have of the three of us…and Emily and Sarah look good, so I’m sacrificing. Aren’t I the nicest friend ever?

Famous Serendipity 3 Frozen Hot Chocolate.

And this is how I truly feel about pigeons. Gag!

The craziness of Times Square at 11:00 pm. Things were just getting started.

Max Brenner…again. I could eat here (or drink hot chocolate here) every morning for the rest of my existence. So delicious. As a chocoholic, Max Brenner is my kind of restaurant.


Ground Zero. This experience affected me a lot more than I thought it would, even with all of the fences and construction going on. If you ever have a chance to visit, it is well worth it.

Scenes inside (and around) the Museum of Modern Art (MoMA).


A carriage ride through Central Park.


No. I don’t know this couple. But I loved the lighting. I just wish I could have captured, in digital photo form, one of the many makeouts we were privileged enough to witness.

The Manhattan New York LDS Temple.

It was a fabulous trip. And in case you were wondering, yes, I love taking pictures of food. There aren’t many pictures of us because I pretty much hate tourist poser photos, so I don’t pose for them, nor do I take them.

Things not photographed: our shopping at H&M, my favorite store, and dinner at this great sushi place with Erika (I do have limits…this place was just a little too nice to bust out the camera without being a food critic). It was delicious! (I think it’s called Natsumo???) It’s on 50th St. between Broadway and 8th Ave, right across from the Gershwin Theater. Amazing!