August 31, 2009

Eiffel Tower



The Eiffel Tower is an incredible edifice. It was built in the 1880's. It is the tallest building in Paris. The people of Paris actually hated the structure and wanted it taken down after the World's Fair in 1892. However, today it is loved by the Parisan people and has brought over 200 million visitors to France.

It is very intimidating during the day, but at night it is spectacular. On our first night in Paris our bus driver arranged for us to be driving toward it just as the lights came on at 10:00 pm. The lights are on for only 5 minutes so it is quite difficult to time it just right (traffic in Paris is NOT accomodating to anyone trying to get anywhere!).

August 14, 2009

Entrepenuer

Today I decided to finish up a scrapbook page that I started at the end of March. It was never finished because I spent all of April at Primary Children's Hospital in SLC with Addison on life support. In May I was busy taking care of Addison at home and adjusting to Amberlyn returning home from 13 months at Solstice RTC. Then, June was busy as I toured Europe. I have no idea what happened to July. August finds me trying to get my life back on line. Here is my first attempt at accomplishing some normalicy in my life.



This double page spread will be published in an ABC123 book all about ME! If you have any SCRAPABLE ideas for the other 25 letters in the alphabet, please submit them. Double click on the image to be able to enjoy all the fascinating detail.

August 13, 2009

Nonsensical English Language

This morning I was talking to Stephanie, BEST daughter-in-law "(BDIL) in the world, about the English language. I made a comment about how "people" wrongly think that English is such a sensible language. Stephanie then mentioned that Spanish is so much more sensible than English. I countered with the example of "el sofá".

Note: The majority of Spanish words that end with the letter 'a' are of the feminine gender so the definite article ''la'' comes before the word. However, sofä has the definite article ''el'' (masculine gender) despite the ''a'' ending on sofä.

I asked, "What kind of sense does that make?"

Stephanie kindly tutored me on the origin of the word sofá as an English word that was Spanishized. I agreed that it was possible, but then asked, "Why didn't they (the Spanish Linguistics Council) use "la'' as the definite article?

In a classic Stephanie teaching moment the answer came in question form.

"Actually it makes perfect sense for the article to be masculine, Who do you think sits on the couch the most?".

Well, I must say I had never looked at it that way and thanks to my incredible BDIL, I will never make the mistake of saying "la sofá" for "el sofá" again.

After drying the tears from my eyes from laughing so hard, I then went back to my original point that people are wrong to think that English is a sensible language. My proof is the following poem.

The English Tongue
(author unknown)

When the English tongue we speak
Why is ''break'' not rhymed with "weak''?

When we want to make a verse,
We can't rhyme a "horse with ''worse.''

''Beard'' is different from ''heard'',
''Lord'' is not pronounced like ''word''.

''Cow'' is ''cow'' but ''show'' is ''show'',
''Do'' is never rhymed with ''go''.

Think of ''rose'' and ''nose'' and lose''
And of ''goose'' and yet of ''choose''!

''Cough'' and ''through'' don't rhyme with ''plough''
Nor do ''rough'' or ''dough'' with ''bough''.

Don't rhyme ''flood'' or ''food'' with ''good'',
You'd be laughed at if you should.

We have ''year'' and ''hear'' and ''pear'',
''Come'' and ''home'' and ''are'' and ''care"!

''Five'' and ''give'' and ''boot'' and ''foot'',
''Post'' and ''cost'' and ''shut'' and ''put''.

And since ''lay'' is rhymed with ''say'',
Why not ''laid'' with ''said'' I pray?

Wherefore ''done'', but ''gone'' and ''stone''?
Is there any reason that is known?

And in short, it seems to me
Sounds and letters disagree.

August 6, 2009

Santorini - Facing Death on the back of a Donkey

Santorini was the last island that we visited before returing home to REAL LIFE! I have chosen to share our experiences there before the other islands in response to a post on Stephanie's blog. Make sure to read her TWO posts on July 27, 09 entitled "Because She's so Cute" and Emmuska's Purse".

Forrest: "I'm riding the donkey up the mountain. What are your plans?"
SuZan: "Riding the donkey??? (gasp) You have got to be kidding!!! Have you seen the path up the mountain???? It is suicide to ride a donkey up that path. I think I'll walk or ride the cable car."
Forrest: "You need to do it for your grandchildren! Just think how excited they will be seeing Grandpa and Grandma risking their very lives to have an experience to share with them.
SuZan: "UGHHHHH" That is hitting below the belt. Ok! for the grandchildren!!!! I sure hope they appreciate my great sacrifice!!!!!

Forrest and I then proceeded to ride SEVERAL hundred feet (over 20 minutes) up the side of a volcano on the most onery, insane, demented, suicidal donkeys that have ever existed. Everyone else's donkeys seemed to understand that the side of the path with the 2 foot wall was very dangerous and to be avoided. NO! not our donkeys! They loved the excitement and danger of dangling us over the edge of the wall so that we could see the death that awaited us. When dangling us was not an option they would bite and fight with the other donkeys or sit in one place refusing to move on. We finally reached the top and made the unanimous decision that when our shaky, non supportive legs could function again, that we would happily ride the cable car back down the mountain to safety.

Santorini is at the top of the mountain (white buildings) which is actually the side of a volcano. Our ship is INSIDE the volcano. In the center of the photo, the white ribbon going back and forth up the mountainside you can see the switchbacks of death which the donkeys love to traverse to take unsuspecting tourists to their death.

Forrest unsuspectingly starting on his journey to Santorini.

This picture was taken just before the donkeys decided to begin dangling us OVER the side of the wall.Smiles and laughter for Emmuska, Liberty and Tiedyn. Note: I didn't look like this at the end of the journey. Picture a face etched with deep lines of terror and shaky unsupporting legs.

Santorini - the end of the road.