We've had a great week! Heather flew in 6/26, and we had lots of fun that weekend. All the kids were here for a BBQ on Sunday, along with Megann, Taylor, and our friends Peter and Kathy, from Florida. Peter makes the most amazing Hungarian marinated meats! Monday Heather and I went to Phoenix for a couple days- hotter than Hadies, but we stayed at the Papago Inn and Resort, which is a neat little hotel. It was built in the 60's, I think, and still has a very retro feel. The courtyard is so lovely, full of vines, trees, an aviary and a pool. The staff is really friendly and the beds were fantastic! It was only $50 a night, and so worth the price.
We celebrated Heather's birthday this week, then had another get-together on the 4th. Just the kids, and we were able to watch the fireworks from our front yard. I am so grateful to live in this wonderful country! God Bless America, and the men and women that serve and protect us.
I was able to attend the mini-reunion of our high school class, it was great fun. There were about 15 of us there plus a few family members. We met at Goldwater Lake, and spent a great 3-4 hours just catching up and hanging out. Julie Hutchins Kyer and I went up together, then she took me for a ride on her new scooter! We went for a spin around the Prescott plaza- during the 4th of July it's full of people, artwork, crafts and all kinds of booths. I didn't have time to actually wander the plaza, but it was fun to be downtown for a few minutes and enjoy the energy.
Showing posts with label Prescott Arizona. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Prescott Arizona. Show all posts
Monday, July 5, 2010
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Good Times
If you noticed, I changed the picture above. It's me, and my good friend Julie Hutchins, back in the day. OK, I believe it was 1974, judging by that awesome haircut I have. They used to call us Mutt and Jeff, from the old cartoon. I'm 5'2 on a good day, and Julie checks in at 6', she's a California hippie chick and I was a dyed-in-the-wool cowchick, no holds barred. No matter, we just clicked and have stayed friends for many, many years.
Julie and I met when her Dad picked up his family and moved them from Anaheim, CA to little podunk Prescott, AZ. She was shell-shocked when I met her at church one weekend, still wondering what kind of hick town she was forced to endure through high school. We had just turned 16, and after Young Women's one night, a church group, I offered to take her home, but first of course we had to get a soda, cruise main street, etc. All I remember clearly is that someone slammed on their brakes in front of me at a traffic light, and I lit up the night with a blue streak of cussing- AZ style. She looked so shocked, and I was a little embarrassed, but that broke the ice. She realized I wasn't a 'perfect mormon' girl, and we both started talking about our lives. In no time we were hanging out most of the time.
I was in FFA, choir, 4-H, sports, and I was active in church, swearing not withstanding. She was, and is, an artist, and also hung out with the hippies in school, but welcomed me into their group too. Prescott is a pretty clicky town, so the kids around us were confused that a cowchick and a hippy could be such good friends. I don't know about Julz, but I took a lot of heat for our friendship from my cowboy buddies. I was voted FFA Sweetheart at the end of my junior year, Julie had so much fun with that! She loved to tease me about being the 'queen of Cowchicks'. We continued to attend church together, and wander back and forth between our different groups. Her friends accepted me quite easily, but mine were much more reserved towards her, but she didn't care.
Julie's parents kind of adopted me. I was 1/2 hour or more from town, depending on the weather and condition of the dirt road I lived on. On nights that I had play practice, or sports, choir, FFA, etc. I would often stay at Julie's. The picture above was taken at her place, and although that chair isn't there anymore, the house is essentially the same. Barbara and Gene were always so good to me, and Gene always had a joke for me.
There's just something so cool about old friends. They are an amazing gift, especially when they make you laugh, and keep you from taking yourself too seriously. I have a few of these marvelous women in my life, and love them all. Thanks guys, let's keep laughing!
Julie and I met when her Dad picked up his family and moved them from Anaheim, CA to little podunk Prescott, AZ. She was shell-shocked when I met her at church one weekend, still wondering what kind of hick town she was forced to endure through high school. We had just turned 16, and after Young Women's one night, a church group, I offered to take her home, but first of course we had to get a soda, cruise main street, etc. All I remember clearly is that someone slammed on their brakes in front of me at a traffic light, and I lit up the night with a blue streak of cussing- AZ style. She looked so shocked, and I was a little embarrassed, but that broke the ice. She realized I wasn't a 'perfect mormon' girl, and we both started talking about our lives. In no time we were hanging out most of the time.
I was in FFA, choir, 4-H, sports, and I was active in church, swearing not withstanding. She was, and is, an artist, and also hung out with the hippies in school, but welcomed me into their group too. Prescott is a pretty clicky town, so the kids around us were confused that a cowchick and a hippy could be such good friends. I don't know about Julz, but I took a lot of heat for our friendship from my cowboy buddies. I was voted FFA Sweetheart at the end of my junior year, Julie had so much fun with that! She loved to tease me about being the 'queen of Cowchicks'. We continued to attend church together, and wander back and forth between our different groups. Her friends accepted me quite easily, but mine were much more reserved towards her, but she didn't care.
Julie's parents kind of adopted me. I was 1/2 hour or more from town, depending on the weather and condition of the dirt road I lived on. On nights that I had play practice, or sports, choir, FFA, etc. I would often stay at Julie's. The picture above was taken at her place, and although that chair isn't there anymore, the house is essentially the same. Barbara and Gene were always so good to me, and Gene always had a joke for me.
There's just something so cool about old friends. They are an amazing gift, especially when they make you laugh, and keep you from taking yourself too seriously. I have a few of these marvelous women in my life, and love them all. Thanks guys, let's keep laughing!
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