When it comes to the holidays, there are three things that rise to the surface. Food. Lounging. Movies. We have had such a fabulous time here in San Diego! This week, we've seen three movies already. And, they've all been excellent.
1. The Curious Case of Benjamin Button
2. Frost & Nixon
3. Valkyrie
As for the oscar winners- my predictions are as follows. Costume and Makeup for the Curious Case, and Best Actor for Frost & Nixon.
We've had some fantastic meals, a few stunning runs on the beach, great sidewalk shopping, and authentic greasy Mexican food. What more could you want? Movie theatre popcorn. Sweat pants. Presents. No make-up. Contagious laughter. And, when you throw in a Chargers football win- everyone is happy. Everyone, of course, meaning Jonathan.
Hope everyone is having a very happy holiday! We return to snowy Seattle on New Years day.
December 29, 2008
December 4, 2008
mr. accolade
My last blog post has given me quite a headache. Now, Jonathan's every come-back around the house is, "Well, I'm just glad I'm ranked below snow on your list of what you're thankful for!" And of course, it has taken on a life of its own. He now lets me know that I would most likely rank just after wind, but before rain on his list. Ohhh man- he keeps me laughing, that's for sure!
As much as I have adamantly tried to convince him that my "what I'm thankful for" list was in no particular order, he hasn't been assured. But that's just Jonathan. He's in to rankings. He's all about graphs, top ten lists, movie critic comments and weird, random facts. He's always interested in important titles, fancy degrees, useless factoids, historical accuracy, and scientific data. His co-workers call him The Professor. I call him Mr. Accolade.
Exhibit A)
When I want to see a particular movie, he'll always go with me. But not without pointing out that my choice was only given a B- on Yahoo's latest viewer grade.
Exhibit B)
His beloved Chargers have had a horrific year and most likely have no chance at all of making the playoffs. And even though he might quite possibly be the biggest, most ridiculous Charger fan out there- he now swears he's not watching one more game this year. Yea, right! God forbid you watch a team that isn't ranked.
Exhibit C)
He let me know just how much more he really loved the bottle of wine we drank last night. After all, it was number 13 in the newest list of Best Wines in the World.
Exhibit D (and my favorite one)
He keeps a notepad for recording his runs. The date. How many miles he ran. What his time was. And he's been doing it for years. He loves putting all of the numbers into a graph to see (on average) how many miles he's run each year, and what he needs to do to pick up the pace...per month...per day.
Jonathan: "Did you know that I've run 436.2 miles this year so far?"
Hannah: "No...no I did not. How would I have known that?"
He's a nerd. And I love it.
As much as I have adamantly tried to convince him that my "what I'm thankful for" list was in no particular order, he hasn't been assured. But that's just Jonathan. He's in to rankings. He's all about graphs, top ten lists, movie critic comments and weird, random facts. He's always interested in important titles, fancy degrees, useless factoids, historical accuracy, and scientific data. His co-workers call him The Professor. I call him Mr. Accolade.
Exhibit A)
When I want to see a particular movie, he'll always go with me. But not without pointing out that my choice was only given a B- on Yahoo's latest viewer grade.
Exhibit B)
His beloved Chargers have had a horrific year and most likely have no chance at all of making the playoffs. And even though he might quite possibly be the biggest, most ridiculous Charger fan out there- he now swears he's not watching one more game this year. Yea, right! God forbid you watch a team that isn't ranked.
Exhibit C)
He let me know just how much more he really loved the bottle of wine we drank last night. After all, it was number 13 in the newest list of Best Wines in the World.
Exhibit D (and my favorite one)
He keeps a notepad for recording his runs. The date. How many miles he ran. What his time was. And he's been doing it for years. He loves putting all of the numbers into a graph to see (on average) how many miles he's run each year, and what he needs to do to pick up the pace...per month...per day.
Jonathan: "Did you know that I've run 436.2 miles this year so far?"
Hannah: "No...no I did not. How would I have known that?"
He's a nerd. And I love it.
December 1, 2008
thanksgiving in anchorage
Jonathan and I had a fabulous time at home in Anchorage for Thanksgiving. We ate, watched 3 feet of beautiful snow fall, followed some moose through the neighborhood, attended the Great Alaska Shootout, ate some more, caught up with great friends, and laughed way too much.
It always happens as you get older...and perhaps wiser. You start to really appreciate the little things in your life that mean so much, and are so over-looked. This Thanksgiving, I am thankful for so many things:
1. Family. It's quite amazing how many people contribute to our immediate family. And, it's funny how many are being added each and every year. This year, we are at a total of 15. Eleven girls. Four guys. It is a circus of a life to live in, and I wouldn't change any of it for the world. My dad is ridiculously hilarious. But don't ever let him know it.
2. Snow. It is everything that is clean and fresh and warm and familiar to what a home during the holidays is for me. Waking up in the morning would not be the same without snow. Four or five kids lounging on the couches. Sweat pants. Hot coffee. Warm smells of cinnamon and toast and eggs and bacon and waffles and hash browns. And a windowsill picture frame of an untouched winter wonderland. And you- burrowed inside.
3. Jonathan. He is my favorite friend. And it seems like he has always been there-somewhere. He has morphed into my family seamlessly and has an uncanny ability to get along with anyone. We share a same love of family, desire for adventure, and need for unnecessary indulgences. He just gets it.
4. Home. It's hard to come by. One that isn't perfect. One that isn't always clean. One that's been in the family for 60 years. One where the left hallway floor board creeks. One with pencil hash marks up the side of the kitchen wall. It's a soft old t-shirt that's been washed a hundred times. It just fits.
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