Christie & Topaz

When it rains, it pours...

2011-11-01T10:19:00.000-07:00

Here we are, reaching the end of this tumultuous journey. As I write this, I'm neck-brace free with mixed feelings regarding the past few months. Overwhelmingly, the euphoria of restful sleep, bare-necked showers, the convenience of driving and slow fitness return are happy happy circumstances. It's strange to feel giddy about the small things people normally take for granted in life. But finally, here I am, no longer stared at in public or sequestered in my house while everyone else goes on with their life. I'm ok and I'm excited to return to the land of the living. Those are big things...

I couldn't/wouldn't have done it without Topaz. Always my biggest fan and supporter, over the course of broken-Christie, Topie has been by my side hoofing it through the city (we averaged 3 miles a day), curled up to watch movies when I couldn't handle much else and endlessly fretted about other people hurting me or any over-exertion which might result in further injury. I was mothered by my daughter.

Yet, even though we're on the tail-end of tragedy and I should be merely bursting with joy, I want to reflect and remember everything that happened. Even though the expression out-of-sight-out-of-mind rang very very true with many of my friends and family, for me it was a daily fight to stay positive and motivated when everything else was so hard. Specifically, I feel an enormous amount of angst toward everyone who's expressed negativity toward my situation. For instance, I don't have health insurance, therefore I shouldn't be participating in certain activities (like rock climbing). Does that mean everyone without an Altius card should walk around with helmets and knee pads avoiding ANY form of transportation and just not live at all? People have also criticized my financial plummet. I paid my bills for the first 2 months, but by the 10th week of not working, my savings was depleted. On average, how many Americans could survive beyond a month without an income? I did what I was supposed to do---prepared financially for an emergency, but guess what? It's not realistic for a single mom to be able to support herself and her daughter long-term when she can't even open a pickle jar. People are so quick to judge and be scornful when really the most anyone can ask for is to do the best they can.

But as usual, for about 2 months, it was just Topie and I looking out for each other. We made it simply because we fought that uphill battle and had a handful of people there to pick us up when we felt like we were in over our heads. And despite it all, we're still smiling and have become stronger, I think, in the process.

I took a plethora of pictures in my neck-brace because A: I had lots of time on my hands, and B: It was strange getting used to seeing myself that way.

But as my friends often told me, I rocked the brace. Topie and I walked to parks almost every-other day. Sometimes we'd walk to Blockbuster or take Trax to the Library. Most of Topaz's baby-fat melted away in September, so I'll never again underestimate the physical benefits of truckin' it on foot. I wish I could say the same for myself, but it takes a little bit more than a brisk walk for this otherwise active girl to burn calories. That was one of the worst parts---knowing I'd gain weight and there was nothing I could do about it. But it's all hindsight because I hit the bikes at the gym yesterday and don't intend to stop until I waste away into nothing :)

Even looking at pictures now, I shudder at the sight of that collar. It was my enemy night and day with the exception of the times it evoked enough pity for dismissed parking tickets and driver's license renewals pictures; I said, "Ok, I'll only have my picture taken if I'm not wearing my neckbrace, but you'd better call an ambulance if I collapse,"---the cashier glared and waved me through. I also interviewed for a job and was offered the position that same afternoon, pending ability to resume working, of course.

One of my favorite things was to walk to the Tower Theater and watch movies solo. It was a great way to get out of my house and out of my head.

I also wore lots of strappy dresses despite how ugly I felt. To my sisters' dismay, I'd still get cat-calls from guys in passing trucks. Both Jennifer and Stacee said, "I hate you," at least once during this time.

Oh, and let's not forget---lots and lots of vino. Whether meeting up with Nique or Beav, or having beers with Kyle, I made sure to drink to excess, dulling the senses, feeling like I was myself again, if only for a moment.

And that's how I survived: walking every inch of SLC my little feet could reach, boozing it up with what few friends remained after dropping off the face of the planet for so long and focusing on Topie. It was her first year of school (kindergarten) and we had several adjustments. She's also lost almost every tooth in her head, so I'm not the only one looking different these days.

As for the rest, sometimes you just have to let things go. I didn't TRY to end up in an emergency room that afternoon, but accidents happen and hopefully I'll be better because of it. Maybe not my waistline right away, perhaps not my relationships with those dramatic people who tend to simply make things harder and most certainly not my credit, but my attitude and appreciation for life is magnified. Watch out world, I'm back!

Broken Things

2011-09-13T08:22:00.000-07:00

It all started innocuously enough. I sat having breakfast near a still pond. Granola and greek yogurt---not a soul around for miles. I'd perhaps obliterated any hopes of karmic solitude by pushing Kenya into the water just moments before this picture was taken. Yet, there I was, leaning into the sun, smiling coyly as though the fates would allow me to continue the weekend camping adventure.

But there in Flaming Gorge, August 21st, I fell, plummeted really, the 9 feet required to leave me curled on the ground in a swarm of red ants and dusty rocks with a broken neck.

I only stayed in the hospital for a day. I'm proud to state that I didn't touch a single bit of cafeteria food, but had my veggie bologna sandwiches delivered instead.

It strikes me that not a lot of people live to tell about such an injury. It occurs to me that few are lucky enough to endure the subsequent stares, the whispers, "what is on that girl's neck?," and brave few the following months of blurred pain-killer memories---a somewhat subdued existence. No sports, winded by walking, complicated travel, etc. If it weren't for my friends and family, I'd likely not survive emotionally.

With the exception of the gentleman standing, those 3 people with me at brunch (and Nique in the picture above) have been the most supportive and helpful throughout this endeavor. Stacee, my sister, stocked my house with groceries and supplies. She checks on me daily for updates and encouragement. Jon Mendoza, on the far side has been one of the best friends a girl could ask for. I love him. And Kyle in the center has been the #1 supporter---shuttling me around, changing the pads on my neckbrace and sitting outside with me in the sunlight for coffee and omelets. I don't know what I would have done without him. As I mentioned, Nique has been great; we've seen the occasional movie or popped in at Bar X together so I can do "normal" things and get out of the house. Lastly, Kevin, who's not in any of the photos, spent endless nights and days napping on the couch next to my mattress in the living room, ready for whatever I've needed help with. I'm soooo lucky to have so many amazing people around me.

To kill the time, I pretend like I can go swimming, like the rest of the world. Yes, I know, I look like a monster.

But for better or worse, here I am, working the neckbrace, refusing to let it beat me down. 2 more weeks to go and I'll be running, working, shopping and doing what I do. Yup, I'm proud to say that I broke my neck and lived to tell about it. That's a pretty cool realization...

A day in the life.

2011-06-09T20:10:00.000-07:00

If I have to resign myself to working 7 days a week again, at least I can enjoy patio season with the best of them. Sure, I'm not one of the halter-clad-big-glass-wearing-cocktail-drinking-minxes, with my legs stretched out in the patches of sun poking through the yellow and white awnings, but I'm still there, breathing in the herbs crowding our little window-box garden, and soaking in the tulip colors of a Salt Lake City Spring.

Honestly, there is nothing prettier than an unexpected bloom, when your tables are sucking down iced tea like schools of fat, slippery fish.

Commonality, we call it. It's a place where needy, pompous restaurant guests and over-worked, bitchy servers can all find some middle ground. We all adore the flowers. And we all smile at the breeze, even when it blows coarsely ground pepper flakes into our eyes over a spinach salad.

When I'm not working, I'm obviously outside playing some sport or being active in some capacity. This year hasn't been quite as adventurous (yet). I had a profound realization just the other day as I ditched a soccer game and sat contentedly in my car in a grocery store parking lot, eating a Mediterranean olive mix, while blaring music with my moonroof open. It occurred to me that I'm lazy and whimsical, opting for leisure at any chance I get this year. It's depressing. I'd much rather be the hiking, biking, blading, wading girl that I was last year.

It'll come. Right? As long as these blasted clouds stop rolling in and looming on the horizon. I mean, impending thunderstorms make for spectacular camera ops, but there comes a day in every persons life when they'd like to feel a bit less like Eyore and more like Tigger. And I hate Winnie the Pooh, but sometimes if a reference works, a reference works. Who DOESN'T want to have boundless energy, bouncing of the walls and feigning ignorance to life's woes?! And it's a tiger, even if it's a trivial one, for godssakes. Yep, I want to be Tigger. Just for today.

But if there's one thing we know about Christie, it's that gardening makes me happy. So, there I was, at Wasatch Gardens, loading up my new (used) red Mazda hatchback with supplies. Upon sending the picture above to Julie, via iPhone, she replies, "Ok, hipster, I only want to vomit a little." My conventional Utahn sister will never understand...

Quirky or not, I am who I am. I once had a boyfriend who referred to me as a sun-goddess. Much more flattering than a hipster dufus, it kindof stuck. Not that I think I'm necessarily goddess material, but I do worship the sun, like any strawberry, freckled, desert girl probably shouldn't.

But when the sun loves you, it loves you and there's a lot to be said for mutual affection.

So whether or not I'm a lazy SOB, I at least drag my arse away from potato chips and over-stuffed couches long enough to spend the extended hours of daytime frolicking at the park.

Topaz, for one, couldn't be happier. That little girl is a climbing machine. I think it's because Spiderman is her alter-ego.

Post-park, we make faces as a mockery of the fun we just had. This is the point where Topaz is so tired and delirious that she's a snap second from hysterical laughter and an onslaught of tears at any given moment.

I, on the other hand, have just realized that nobody thinks I'm a sun-goddess anymore and that if I'm to be worshiped ever again as such, I must work on my powers of seduction.

Then suddenly, I no longer care and just lay back in the sun like it's the only place in the world I want to be anyway.

That is, until Friday nights when the sun goes down and it's time to dance amid strobe-lights and misters.

But the party-girl in me will always kick off those heels and wipe away that body shimmer early Saturday morning for a walk among the blossoms with my dog. It's the story of my life: no my feet don't hurt, no my head isn't still pounding and yes I can function like a normal person.

Sometimes, domesticity is all we have. Me, Topaz and the animals that cohabit this space, it's not a bad gig. And Max is pretty much the most adorable feline who ever adopted a laundry basket as his own.

But we all know that alllllll work and no play would make for a very, very sad Christie. Luckily, there are flowers and sunshine and animals and...

Topaz. I heart Earth.

Creatures great and small

2011-06-09T19:45:00.000-07:00

Wellsville is such a vast sprawl to find oneself lost in. It's a picture of grasses and valley, framed only by mountain and sky. Mountains alone can make a person feel small. And when they take your breath away, standing on their summit, they alone make you feel like you could conquer the world.

But I don't really want to rule the Earth. Not really. I want to visit barnyards and cow-pastures for Easter, and relish the Springtime when animal babies are sweetening life just that much more.

That small degree, a centimeter really, of measurement, where fuzzy innocent against your cheekbone can flutter your senses and make you feel like the world is a decent place. You can't NOT smile when holding a tiny bunny.

You can't NOT squeal at the sight of a miniature, miniscule turtle---so small and darty that if dropped on the ground, it MUST be chased!

If I could steal that teeny little turtle, I think my life would be complete. I'd hold it forever and poke at it for hours in endless, simplistic-minded fun.

Really though, Baby Animal Days in the Northern Hemisphere of this grand old pioneer conquered state has become a tradition in the 5 short years that Topaz has been on this planet. It's fun for me, it's fun for her, which is essentially what I chalk up to a win/win situation. It's nice to have that in common---our love of animals. While my passionate protection of things great and small may outweigh that of my kidlet's, it's only a matter of time before she becomes a marine biologist, or a starving student of Veterinary Medicine, or something equally convicted and scientifically educated. Right? Ok, so perhaps I'm projecting. I'd be happy if Topaz grew up to be a finance analyst at some boring, pretentious firm, just so long as she adopted the occasional senior golden retriever or 5-toed kitten. Ahhh, to be a dreaming, conniving mother---it's certainly an amusing pass-time...

The Game of Life

2011-05-08T08:58:00.000-07:00

The one thing we know for certain is that all good things must come to an end. This was true of the lengthy stint of Vet Teching, which finally bowed its ugly head and lent way to more adventurous opportunities.

However, I did relish those moments bonding with the multitude of creatures I came into contact with. Hours of tears, sweat and blood now haunt my memories. But there were also many kittens purring, tail wags and furry snuggles. I'll take that with me too. And everything else I learned along the way.

As for my blog, the lapse can be attributed to those very shifting sands. If you asked what I've been doing the past 12 months, I could chalk it up to the life of a working mom. Like everyone else probably, I clock in, clock out, then eat fries at a bowling alley with my kid or watch enough movies in 3D to build a fortress out of recycled plastic eye-wear.

I meet the new people that come into my world---some in apathetic recognition, others, more profound, in the shape of baby nephews named Colby.

Still others, who use all your coffee cups and talk to you at night about the men we're seeing. I now have 2 roommates, Lauren and Aiste. I never thought I'd revert back to this college-like stage in my life, but there are definitely times when it's nice. Despite the small disputes over dog hair and rent checks, at the end of the day it's comforting coming across that smiling face, ever-ready glass of wine and lotion-scented female perspective.

And let's be honest, sometimes at midnight, you NEED someone sitting across the couch from you, ready to reassure that everything is going to be ok. Because I can think of the dozens of times I've loved and lost, and loved again, and lost, but when I dust off my kicks, the girls are still there. This has been the year of 2 guys who should probably date a more simplistic creature. One of them will pull away forever while the other will forever chase. Isn't that the way it always goes?

So instead I'll play. I'll play like I'm a young uninhibited free-spirit, dancing in the rain with my friends like I've always done.

...and I'll continue to make the world my playground, like I'm always doing. I've met sooooo many amazing people in such a short amount of time and I like to collect them, like dimes, a friend amalgam for each jar on my shelf.

In this ever-evolving walk we call life, I can happily say that I'm still smiling,

and still ever-ready to do a cartwheel in the grass at a moment's notice. For now, there's not much more I could ask for.

Love is in the air...

2010-06-21T23:00:00.000-07:00

A whole week dedicated to my gorgeous girlfriend, Amanda. Her fiance, Leo, made her an honest woman on June 17th, 2010. They are an adorable couple and I had a great time helping them get ready for the wedding.

First, we went to a park, post-bridal-shower. It was a mental health break, since everyone had reached the end of their ropes with family and home-baked brownies. Topie loves Amanda and spent the evening vying for attention.

You've gotta love this girl...

And this girl.

THIS girl had a few too many brews at the bachelorette party. Bah, the details aren't important!

Sir Brandon made a fashionable appearance. He is so much fun!

Amanda is pretty entertaining herself. We gave her a black boa for her last night of singledom. It looked smashing on her.

In this photo, my friend Lexi is leaning in on the right. She works with us at AVC and she's a fabulous veterinary technician. We walked about 100 blocks together to get to the sushi bar. I like to think of it as an incredible journey.

I love how expressions become a little more sloppy as the night progresses. Translation: we're having a good time.

Once all the debauchery was out of our systems, the big day finally came.

This sweet little boy's mom was busy curling Amanda's hair. It was the least I could do to flirt with him ;)

We had great company for this event. Good food, good friends, good times.

Some dancing was definitely in order. Look how big Kyle's hands and feet are next to mine---I love being small next to somebody.

You've gotta love a bride with spunk!

Although, I'm surprised that my feisty, edgy friend agreed not to smash cake into her hubby's face. Disappointing, for sure.

Ahhhh, Lexi...

Lexi aside, here we have Emily on my left and "V" on the far right---two other girls from AVC.

I've decided that weddings at golf courses are beautiful.

But seriously, how many times do you let gay men catch the bouquet? I'm thrilled to know that it will be easier for someone to get married for whom it's illegal in the majority of the states than for me. It should be a crime NOT to marry me ;)

No really, look how much fun I'm having. Who needs a ball and chain?

Not me...

Anyway, congrats to Amanda and Leo. They are so in love, I'm truly happy for them.

If it's not a picnic, make it one!

2010-06-14T23:25:00.000-07:00

Another summer, another day at Liberty Park. Actually, I'm there at least 3 afternoons a week. I run, I roller-blade with Colleena, I kick around soccer balls---you name it, I do it. This was Topie's time though and we spent awhile watching baby ducks and snacking on peanuts. FYI, I love the South Beach diet mix because it has so many macadamia nuts. Mmmmmm.

That which doesn't kill you makes you stronger.

2010-06-14T22:38:00.000-07:00

In my delayed blogging, I've not stopped exploring my immediate world, trying always to live life to its fullest. I can honestly say, I NEVER watch TV. Currently, I'm combining a desire to become an adrenaline junkie with my old ponderous past. That's right---I like to play outdoors, but catch a moment on a warm rock in the sun whenever I can. Anyway, I love this little plaque en route to Lake Blanche. Please pause and appreciate :)

Anyway, this is my newest pal Colleena. She's from New York. In her spare time, she enjoys picking fights with roller-bladers in Liberty Park and convincing me to buy a road-bike. She's my perfect outdoor companion!

Here I am smiling despite having just climbed to the highest peak this little asthmatic could handle. There was sweat. There was blood. Well, maybe not blood, but my feet were soaked and caked with mud. Can't you see why I love hiking?!

Views like this make it alllllllllll worth it.

We probably sat on that rock for an hour---eating egg salad sandwiches (my specialty), planning kayaking trips and talking about coworkers. It was pretty peaceful, if you ask me.

And that's my last shot of the day before running back down the mountain. I heart earth.

2010-06-14T22:29:00.000-07:00

2010-01-03T19:48:00.000-08:00

The first steps in a series of many, hopefully, in Topie's lifelong adventure of determining who she really is. Will she pursue dancing long-term? Who knows. At the very least, we can have fun watching her twirl and whirl through her childhood.

Lots of other people are excited to support her too. Her Grandma Joyce will probably always be Topaz's biggest fan!

I just think it's so sad that she's such a tomboy, because she looks so pretty in pink.

And the added bonus of preschool dancing is the amount of friends we've made. Topaz does her thing, bonding with the other little girls, and I talk to the other moms. I think we both have fun on Tuesdays.

That's her favorite pal Jaycee. Jaycee has an adorable little sister named Ceejay. I just thought that was somewhat funny and therefore worth mentioning. Anyway, they're bffs. It's kindof fun to watch Topie make her first friends outside of family and my immediate circles.

Now let's see what else we can fill up her sweet little life with!

2009-12-29T21:22:00.000-08:00

Pictures can speak a thousand words, but how 'bout a thousand pictures?

I cannot possibly capture the bliss that was my latest trip to San Francisco. Flying in solely for Andre's 30th birthday bash, we ended up filling the weekend with wineries, beaches, mountaintops and more!

This was day 1. Following champagne in Sonoma (?) we hit the beach and toasted the sunset. It was exquisite...

But of course, it's always better in person.

We still had a good time laughing and teasing Zachey, who always ends up with his eyes closed in photos.

And per tradition, Shellbell and I ran off into the sandy sunset holding hands, like the high school girls that we are, apparently.

If I was any happier on this day, I'd be dead.

The next day was Andre's big night. Steve (long-time friend of theirs---and by extension, mine) stopped in unexpectedly and I was so excited to see his face! Later, we all had a discussion about what an amazing person he is.

But invariably, technology calls and a recess or two was required to "catch up" with the motherland.

The next day, Michelle and I embarked upon what was likely one of the most memorable hikes of my life.

The scenery was simply riveting.

And my sweet little pink Sony didn't let me down, despite the fact that it was likely one of her last voyages.

Ahhh, the summit.

On the way back down, Michelle and I pretty much laughed the entire time. I think we're the funniest people I know!

Brunch, earlier on, consisted of one of the best omelets I've ever tasted. I think it contained pear, walnut and brie. I must return!

And, wow, I'm totally out of chronological order here, but this bar-fest took place on my first night in town.

We've decided this is the best photo of the trio in HISTORY!

In short, these are three of my favorite people on earth! We spend our hours laughing, bantering and having a good time. I don't think there's anyone else I'd rather travel with. 2010, I'm counting down for a repeat!

2009-12-06T20:00:00.000-08:00

Now that Thanksgiving has come and gone, my few Halloween photos are long overdue. The holidays this year will likely ALL be a blur, since my work schedule permits little family interaction on any of those days (cursed 24 hour emergency clinics). But on Halloween, at least, I was able to rush, and I mean rush, home from Salt Lake, just in time to catch an eerie moon for trick-or-treating.

Topaz wanted to be a cat, but was very particular about HOW she would wear her costume. She was adorable, nonetheless. This was the first time she was brave enough to knock on doors and say "trick or treat." I felt very cheesily sentimental in the background, my little heart bursting as she made her way on her quest, candy-bag in tow, up each and every unknown stairway.

Later we met up with the Christensen crew. Ammon there, was the Grim Reaper. Why I'm still alive, I just don't know. Topie loved pairing up with all the kids. She'd waited all night for Little Kevie's arrival.

And that was our best attempt at scary faces. But it just goes to show, even whirlwind holidays can be fun!

2009-12-04T10:46:00.000-08:00

This is one of the most handsome men I've ever met in my entire life...

2009-11-07T23:02:00.000-08:00

Black Island Farms, Davis County's hot-spot for toddler-friendly Halloween events. Mildly on the cold side, yes, but delightful nonetheless.

They had lots of slides that we played on repeatedly. No, honestly, I was all "slided" out for the day. Half the fun for Topaz was the climb. Isn't that always the case?

But I don't know why teeter-totters are so fun for kids when their parents sink the other end like a battleship!

If you've never ridden around in an old spray-painted crate pulled by a 4wheeler, I highly recommend it. I'm sure we maxed out at 2 whopping miles per hour, but the bumpiness made up for lack of speed.

There I am, about to get lost in a maze of corn shaped like a Twilight character's face. In my opinion, that's a bit TOO creative...

Um, yeah. I was definitely lost...

Luckily, Topaz saved the day---climbed on that bridge hovering over the golden sea of cornstalks and pointed us to the hot chocolate stand. Why didn't I think of that?

Later, we went on a hayride that stopped midfield so that everyone could pick out a pumpkin. Topie was pretty happy with her prize.

I suspect she was smirking a little at having drunk all MY hot chocolate too, as evidenced by that little mustache on her lips and not mine.

Finally, we rode back toward the parking lot. The cold air was filled with that autumny energy and the little pumpkins bobbing against a pink sky were unexpectedly serene. I'm so glad I take a camera with me everywhere I go!

And with this, we conclude our summer...

2009-10-27T19:11:00.000-07:00

Or do I mean, begin our Fall? The Harvest Moon Festival in Ogden is my favorite event for celebrating the turning of the seasons. 25th ST is decorated with an array of horse statues that the kids absolutely ADORE. Topaz and Kayden (my friend Tiffany's son) climbed on just about every single one!

And that's Tiffany herself! That girl has the most contagious laugh I've ever known! I'm starting to see a trend with attaching myself to people who posses great laughs. Anyway, I met her while working at North Ogden Animal Hospital and we were constantly giggling to each other behind the desk. Behind us in the photo was a live band and a huge crowd. Topaz and Kayden danced the night away.

Moving along, I later babysat my godson Jax. He was the most adorable little poodle puppy that I'd ever seen. His owners were going to euthanize him until a doctor at my work had them relinquish him to her. Now he's alive and well.

And CUTE as ever!

Although, between dog sitting and hanging out with Topaz, I felt as though I'd earned some time for myself. Reading at the park in the sun is one of my favorite pastimes.

Along with feeding the ducks...

And eating tomato and goat-cheese sandwiches with fellow picnickers.

I LOVE this picture with the autumn colors all around me and the wind in my hair...

It's hard to hate Utah entirely when its views are so pretty, don't you think?

There's another friend of mine who gives great hugs and apparently likes to take a lot of pictures. This was one of the best days I've had in a loooooong time.

But I couldn't let my summer end with a delightful time at Liberty Park. I began Summer '09 at Hogle Zoo, why not end it there? Here, Topie was pretending to be mad at me for something. Rather than feed into it, I took a picture instead. I hope to get mother of the year sometime soon ;)

It didn't take long for the little Tope-ster to cheer right up and excitedly run from display to display. She said the giraffes were the best---they had a baby on the other side.

It was the best zoo trip I've ever had! There were baby tigers, the baby elephant (Zuri) who played like a puppy; in fact, all of the animals were active. The crowds were small too. LOVE THAT.

And with that, we say goodbye to warm weather and lazy afternoons in the sun. Until next year...

2009-09-29T22:51:00.000-07:00

When it comes to tradition, there is no place like The Bayou for friends and fun. We've reunited at said location for years. There's nothing like familiarity and sweet potato fries to satisfy nostalgia.

And that handsome fellow is one of my favorite people on the planet. Words cannot express how much it makes my heart sing that he will be returning to Utah more frequently!

There's another long-time friend, Nique. This girl is so exquisite that she can get away with wearing a snuggie out on the town; seriously, men eyed her across the room. Here you see her modeling that soft blue contraption only sold on infomercials.

This picture seems to be missing someone. It's rare for the three of us to be together without Michelle :(

Even so, we had a great time. I included this photo of Andre because he has such a great laugh. I feel like the funniest person on Earth when he's around!

Another blast from the past is Wendy, there on the right. She used to work with us all at that Italian restaurant, but now serves at The Bayou.

Later, I hung out with Andre at his room in the Sheraton. I wonder if he was looking out that window feeling sentimental about his old stomping grounds or whether the view was simply appealing...

Must've been the lovely view. I stepped on the balcony to try to capture the city lights in the background, but this was the best I managed. One thing will never change---we're both shameless posers!

After hours of fun (shopping at Fashion Place, walking to Red Rock, then trekking further to The Bayou) it was time to face that lonely hallway that would take me from one of my closest friends. I miss...

2009-09-15T21:37:00.000-07:00

Believe it or not, Topie decided LAST September that she wanted her 4th to be a "Spiderman Birthday." 365 days later, she still hadn't forgotten, so I subdued my inner urge to dress up her party with flowers and princesses; instead, I granted her dorky (haha) little wish.

Speaking of last year, Topie was a timid little 3-year-old back then, but seems now to be coming out of her shell. Maybe it was just the princess bounce-house she hated, but for the life of her, she did not step foot inside it once in '08. 2009 had better prospects and all the kids (Topaz included) played for hours.

As you can see, Topaz gets TWO cakes. It is not the first year, it will not be the last. In my book, cake equals love.

Awww, the proud parents. Actually, I think the best gift for Topaz is that Micah and I cooperate to plan her such a great birthday together.

Here's cute Rachel, who showed up for last year's event as well. These days, it's about the only time I see this long-lost neighbor of mine and it's so nice to catch up!

Another tradition: the Christensen kids are all about messy-cake-face! Why? Because I taught them years and years ago much to their parents' chagrin. I am the best aunt ever!!! Today's model is Little Kevie---I may have mentioned that he is Topie's bestest friend. How could she not love that face?!

Mindi, here, is a mutual friend of Micah's and mine. As you can see, she's gorgeous, but little do you know, she's the best forward my soccer team has ever seen! Her little baby Justice was hands-down the cutest!

Don't be fooled by that serious expression. This toy was Topie's absolute FAVORITE!

Here's my favorite part: beating Spiderman's face in with a bat ;)

R.I.P Spidey...

What a relaxing place to be onlooking. My parents' porch is virtually surrounded by hummingbirds. My mom must have handed me down the gardening genes because she spends hours in her yard on any given Summer day.

This, I didn't quite understand. Topaz would open her gifts, then immediately run into the hallway to stash them. It seemed like she was petrified the other kids would take her stuff. Makes me wonder what her daycare is really like...

The Spiderman bouncer was booked out :(

But that didn't stop me from climbing in it with all the kids. It was so much fun! I want one for my birthday!!!

And Ammon, apparently, thinks it's fun to still play with his favorite aunt.

Favorite gift, in action. I can thank myself for picking that one out!

And finally, we have Julie and Jared being nerds as usual.

On a lighter note, I'm so glad Topie had such an awesome birthday! She was so happy and fun! 4 seems like it will be a good year. Every day I marvel (yes I said marvel) at how functional and independent she's becoming. I guess it's the same old song every parent sings, but it truly is fascinating to watch a baby/infant become a person. My little person is a good one. I think I'll keep her.

Sneaky Snake

2009-09-14T22:26:00.000-07:00

It's no secret that I fear very few animals in the world, least of all, snakes. I'd say my phobia is limited to 7 lb chihuahuas, but that's a whole different story. For the sake of foreshadowing, you see me here posing with Nommi, my nephew Ammon's beautiful python---she's seriously stunning.

That said, I must admit, I found it mildly disturbing when I caught a teeny little snake in my room the other day. Topie asked me if it was real and I distractedly said, "No," until I actually turned around and found it coiled on my rug. Do snakes and spiders secretly crawl on my face at night?

Luckily, Topie is well on her way to appreciating animals the way I do.

So to show our appreciation, we allowed "Snakey" to live and be free.

Goodbye, my little friend. No more sneaking into my room...

Family Ties

2009-09-14T22:15:00.000-07:00

To finish up the summer, my parents, Topie and I met Julie and her husband Jared at Cherry Hill for an end-of-season BBQ. Anyone can see that Topaz's swimming suit was adorable, but the less obvious fact is that she has really warmed up to my parents in the last 6 months. So there you see them, Grandma Sharon and Grandpa Dave, who equally seem to adore the Tope-ster. Mondays are becoming a tradition, where my dad offers to take the young one out for ice cream. She loves it! And I love the extra help with the kidlet.

Not that our best-friendman-ship has dwindled. But we all know, moms need a break sometimes.

In this instance, floating down the lazy river was just what I needed. No effort required...

2009-08-30T20:38:00.000-07:00

It's no secret that biking is our favoritest thing to do these days. How's this for excitement---wait for it....MOUNTAIN BIKING! That's right people, Topie and I were feeling adventurous this afternoon and thought we'd take on the Wheeler Trail loop. It was the best decision we ever made ;)

Ready, set, strap yourself up in that trailer little one, while I do all the hard work! Several guys stopped me and said, "How are you pulling that UP here?!" I'm not gonna lie, there was some walking involved.

But look what we found, seekers of beauty that we are. I just wanted to sit forever and absorb nature. Thank god I can capture it on camera!

Mmmm, sepia stone...

This was the stream we lunched next to. When we finished eating, we watched some of our grapes and popcorn race in the current. You're welcome, fish.

And THIS picture is relevant because I'm always encouraging Topaz to be less timid. Climbing down to the site, she clung to me like a spider monkey, but once she warmed up to the concept of bugs and bumpy terrain, she was all over the place---even wanting to maneuver the ascent solo.

But I'm getting ahead of myself because prior to our downhill ride, we spent the greater portion of the afternoon exploring and teasing each other.

And posing, like the girls that we are.

We found these cool hieroglyphics, circa 2004, and tried to decipher their secret language.

I think it's pleasant graffiti.

As you can see, Topaz is still an aspiring photographer. She's so lucky her mom has no shame and will patronize her for hours.

One pose required that I become spiderman...

Ultimately though, I had to spend some time with the Earth. I love her. I am so glad there are areas where I can lay near a bubbling brook, smell the forest and "be one with nature." Yes, I'm a hippy at heart.

What I find amusing is that the blurriest photo in the bunch was the one taken by a passing stranger. People! Put some effort into your good deeds---if you offer to shoot, take some pride in your work. Clearly my 4-year-old (almost) can do it.

And there she is, Topie The Magnificent.

Usually when the timed lens goes off prematurely, it's annoying. I thought this was funny; me laughing while Topie scrambled to pose with me.

I wanted to remember this secret tunnel before I potentially broke my neck on the descent. I survived. The whole way down Topie screamed, "THIS IS TOO MUCH FUN, THIS IS TOO MUCH FUN." She was right.

The Good Earth

2009-08-16T14:35:00.000-07:00

Seems like you're lucky when you find something both you AND your kid enjoy doing together. Before uprooting all my little plants that I'd salvaged from my "past" life, I used to love, love, love gardening. Topie---not so much. Guess she won that battle and all I have left to show for it are the sporadic pots scattered around our new home.

Even so, like her mom, Topaz is a child of the Earth and we thrive when surrounded by the elements. Topie, specifically, likes to conquer stone quarries. I think it's because her name is a mineral, so she has to let the other minerals know she's boss.

Here, I was relaxing after 5 miles of pulling that tank of a bike trailer and looked up to see my happy little daughter playing in the wind like the wild ponies we passed along the way. The sky was GORGEOUS! I forgot how immense it can be when it's not cluttered with buildings and other various people-prints.

Sighhh.... the bench says, "Sit here and contemplate the universe."

And this is me, happy on my bike, but all crazy-looking as usual. I mostly just wanted to show the world what an awesome trail we have at our fingertips. There are wetlands surrounding the area, which serve as a habitat for numerous bird species, foxes, raccoons and the occasional feral kitten. Just an FYI, wild kitties are impossible to catch, no matter how innocent and pathetic they look on the side of the path. I know this from multiple recent experiences...

I wish this picture hadn't turned out so grainy because it really is so pretty to look across the fields in the dusk. You can hear the cows nearby and there are almost always friendly people walking their dogs. I'm glad Topie has a chance to grow up where I did and gain an appreciation for "country" life.

This just goes to show the recovery efforts that follow pedaling up a steep hill with a 40lb kid-drag attached to your bike.

Even though I complain, I heart the bike trailer. And my dependable little mountain bike I bought years and years ago is still one of my favorite things. Before moving back out to Davis County, our Sunday tradition included a spin around Liberty Park. Now I wish I'd blogged about it because it was really fun too.

You can't really see us, but Topie and I tried to pose in front of the sunset. We're really into the sky lately. In my opinion, too few people actually stop to enjoy it...

This is the place...

2009-05-29T21:15:00.000-07:00

For Memorial Day, Topie and I spread our wings and visited somewhere we'd never been---"This is the Place Heritage Park." We'd always noticed the little train curling around the mountain, from the vantage point of our favorite hot spot (Hogle Zoo), but it took the announcement of a Baby Animal Days celebration to drag us in that specific direction.

For Topaz, the numerous train rides were absolute bliss. This little engine wound its way around the most endearing pond. The clouds in the background were magnificent. SLC heights are truly stunning.

A coworker of mine, Christine, joined us with her opinionated daughter, Skye, and some random boy whom I've never seen before in my life. Topaz was not interested in making friends until she finished that cup of playdough ice cream...

Finally, the kidletts did warm up to each other a little. I think sitting in a caboose warms the heart of any young one.

For me, warming the heart simply consists of earthen energies. This hogan was utterly powerful in its simplicity. Inside, there was a demonstration on how its inhabitants had recognized/honored the sun. We were allowed entry only from the left and were then expected to move throughout the hut in a clockwise motion. It was believed that to do otherwise would disrespect the sun's similar course. It was amazing. I love cultures inspired by nature!

I was never provided such an in-depth description of this pseudo monument, but was intrigued nonetheless. The lines of the structure drew your eyes to the sky, which was clearly putting on a heavenly show for us that afternoon.

And just as the horizon was luminous and ever-reaching, the grasses stretched and swallowed my daughter. No, seriously, I'd forgotten how teeny she is. After rolling down this particular hill, she resembled a tiny bug.

But I think she's a happy little bug!

Which may be a result of the excessive pony rides she's enjoyed already this year. That kid is going to have to catch herself a wild mustang one of these days. Luckily for her, she doesn't have the type of parent that will turn down an additional pet ;)

Speaking of new additions to our household, this baby bunny was sooooo hard to resist!

Yet, nothing works up an appetite like spending hours in the sun petting chicks, baby goats and calves; not to mention the endless train rides. We stopped in a little cafe, spending several moments stealing fries from each other.

Overall, it was a great place to explore. I'd assumed the location would be boring and without much interest to myself or Christine, but the scenery with the valley below was unforgettable. I can't say enough what a pretty day it was!

2009-05-23T12:23:00.000-07:00

I call it a trip of sentiments. We all know Antelope Island is notorious for hordes of insects, but once in awhile is it not worth subjecting oneself to nature's discomforts in order to view a world all too often unseen? I grew up a few short miles away from the causeway, with a slew of magical memories prompting my return. This is what I found:

pink clouds and sand-swept landscape; serenity in all its unbridled, untamed magnitude.

Together, Julie, Jared, Topaz and I braved the mosquitoes and swarming gnats. It wasn't always pleasant, but when the company you surround yourself with has that, "Let's have fun no matter what," attitude, life surely does comply. The bug infestation dissolved just in time for a dusky photo-shoot.

In my opinion, nothing is better than a sunset among friends.

Julie and Jared, still in the honeymoon phase. They seem to have that engagement photo pose down to a science, do they not?

And nothing would be the same if Topie didn't squeeze in her signature stance. Yes, we get it, you're Alex the Lion. Curse myself for ever letting her watch that movie!!!

Anyway, the trip of sentiments was short and sweet. Despite the lovely views and stoic, stark beaches there are only so many bites a human being can tolerate from the buzzing mass. I believe we disassembled our tents in record time the next morning, with the dogs crying all the while as gnats explored the depths of their ear canal. Julie and Jared probably won't go back. For me, it shall become a yearly tradition. I just can't miss out on that sky, for all the bugs in the world.

2009-04-19T17:30:00.000-07:00

Flowers, flowers everywhere...

At least, that was the case at Red Butte Gardens today.

I have to admit, this adventure was solely for me. This time of year the gardens aren't as kid-oriented as later when there is a mini water park gurgling through various ports, but I needed some beauty in my life. I found it.

Regardless, Topie did manage to find her own forms of entertainment. I hadn't seen this statue on my last visit almost 2 years ago, so it was pretty cool to discover how much the University has added in that time.

I must say, it made for an excellent photo op.

And this little nymph/goddess statue in the background would've also been nice to capture, but it's never easy to include EVERYTHING when all you have going for you is an outstretched arm.

Once I'd gotten my fill of fragrant herbs and aesthetic design, the two of us meandered to the kid area.

It's pretty interesting, but more so I like the fact that it hopefully engrains an appreciation for creation. By that, I'm referring to works that people design with an eye-pleasing yet functional effect---A.R.T.

Topie personally enjoys any form of enclosure.

And I enjoy them when they contain a gecko sunroof.

This photo just kills me because I have an almost exact copy of it when Topie was half the size, with pigtails and chubby little cheeks. Tear...

And there you have it, a fun-filled day at Red Butte Gardens on another Sunday afternoon.

And I definitely got my fix of gorgeous thought-provoking scenery, while Topaz embarked on a journey with fixtures you don't see everyday at the zoo or park. The garden awakes and it's always worth the trip.

2009-04-18T21:47:00.000-07:00

Easter---a holiday that correlates perfectly with the birth of baby animals, just like the human one Julie is holding there in her arms. That's Zachie-poo, my wild, energetic nephew. The two of them accompanied Topaz and I to the Baby Animal Day Easter Celebration at Heritage Park in Northern Utah.

An overcast sky didn't prevent us from enjoying the festivities. For Topaz, pony rides are a must. I was just jealous it was limited to children. Stupid age limits!

Adulthood doesn't hinder the cuddling/mauling of the farm's furriest of friends. As the animal-lover I am, it was extremely difficult for me to not kidnap this oh-so-cute baby bunny.

The calf, on the other hand, wanted to kidnap ME. I think it sensed a vegetarian presence and was like, "Take me with you!"

If only it were that simple to live in harmony with our fellow creatures. Even the goat wanted to be adopted into the barnyard Utopia in my head.

But the fun couldn't last forever. I'd say the next best thing to holding chicks and ducklings on Easter weekend was decorating hard-boiled eggs with the fam. There's Kevin and his gorgeous girlfriend Sydney functioning as Topie's personal assistants.

I, of course, was too busy developing the perfect fusion of colors; I call it "Earthy Spackle."

As for Topaz, she made out like a bandit. Aside from the fun-filled day at Heritage Park, she totaled three Easter Egg Hunts---one of which was orchestrated by my wonderful boss, who invited us over to discover stuffed animals hiding in tree branches and more plastic eggs than two baskets could hold. Talk about over-stimulation! Topie eventually crashed on Dr. Ponce's couch while we ate dinner. And I must say it was such a nice surprise to find that this amazing Veterinarian had no qualms whatsoever with making an entirely vegetarian meal, just for me, that her family had to "suffer" through. I guess that little calf will live another day after all...

2009-04-15T20:26:00.000-07:00

Nothing kicks off Spring like a wedding amid fragrant blossoms and outdoor stone monuments. My nearest and dearest friend from high school, Yvonda, finally found the man of her dreams and asked me to be there when she tied the knot.

So, armed with a camera and creativity, I was determined to entertain myself throughout the chaotic and disgustingly lovely day.

Deceiving though it may be, Vonda looks calm and relaxed in this photo with another of her best buds from Clearfield High---Jocelyn. In truth, Vonda was the epitome of a bridezilla. While I was busy making my little sister cry at her own wedding, Vonda reduced HER baby sister to tears with the blink of an eye immediately after leaving the temple. Let's hope she doesn't read my blog so she can remember April 10th with the sweet bliss of denial.

Flowers seem to make everything better, do they not?

So, you know the old expression, "Always a bridesmaid...."? I wonder if it still applies?

I didn't waste too much energy on that murkily superstitious thought. I took the opportunity to traipse like a maiden through the leafy, rain-threatened pathways in my satin pink dress, barefoot, while the world below me celebrated the vows of matrimony.

And I definitely got the better end of the stick, because there was so much scenery to take in on my solo adventure!

Ok, really I was just on a mini-hike in search of my sister. When you're the only blonde in a group of dark-skinned patrons, one must call for reinforcements. Upon arrival, you're then required to walk them to the party.

And together, take pictures of the bride's bouquet.

And harass the bride with additional photo shoots

before treating ourselves, "romantically," to a chocolate-dipped buffet! Hey, we were in the spirit!

While masticating that delicious ambrosia of a fondue marshmallow, I freed a hand long enough to capture some of the INDOOR scenery. I don't know why I thought this was so pretty...

For the second wedding I've attended this year (first was Julie's---not blogged because it occurred prior to my blog's creation) the evening was quite delightful. Julie pulled through that weekend and helped out with more than just my makeup for Vonda's big day. As you can see, marriage looks good on her.

We'll see how refreshed and happy Yvonda looks in a few months. I'm sure she'll be stunning! Congrats to the newlyweds!

2009-03-28T23:14:00.000-07:00

The Koko Kitchen---quickly becoming a favorite of the Avenues' staff (from left to right: me, Christine, Brandon & Amanda). After working a chaotic Saturday, with jugular blood draw after jugular blood draw on cats wanting to bite so deeply into the bone of our fingers that any unsuspecting technician would soon be digitless without the expertise of alternating restrainers, it was a welcome surprise to have this restaurant open its doors and allow us to stay two hours beyond their scheduled close. Apparently, the owner visited our clinic with his dog this afternoon and, thankful for what we did, was willing to bend over backwards, discounting our check and serving us a free carafe of plum wine. It was fantastic!

And here you have it: Dr. Ponce's favorite technicians! Never had I been employed by someone that loved to hear about our weekend excursions like she does. She laughs at our whimsical ways and NOTHING is taboo. The three of us love working together, but because of our awesome boss, we actually get to ENJOY it---inside and outside of work!

This was the point where nobody could eat another bite. I'll be honest, when it comes to sushi, sometimes I'll eat shrimp or crab. It's too good to pass up!

Immediately after leaving the Koko Kitchen, I picked up Topie for a fun-filled evening of horseback riding. Amanda was very obliging and met us at the arena just to give Topaz her first ever experience on a full-sized horse. Initially there was the expected timidness, but soon they were doing lap after lap with a full-sized smile on Topie's face. She had a blast! And Amanda's horse is beautiful!!!

Lilly... stunning little Arabian cross.

Amanda's boots were so cracked and worn, it was poetic.

And that, my friends is the perfect way to make up for working on a Saturday.

This day is for the birds!

2009-03-21T21:02:00.000-07:00

For the second time in her short life, Topie visited Tracy Aviary with me. It was lovely this time of year---the tulips were starting to bloom and a few trees were bursting with pink blossoms. The weather was perfect (Michelle, it felt like SF, breezy upper 60s) and it was just heaven to be outside!

Of course, we couldn't complain of the company. It's obvious that we're the best of friends.

Until....Topie has a minor bump and cries like it's the end of the world. It seems to be her trademark as many of you know :(

Fortunately, it doesn't take long for her to recover and we're back in business!

Curses that I don't remember the name of these birds. They were sooooo cute. They ran up to the fence like a little pack of wolves and chirped to whomever was nearby. They were extremely curious, like little dogs wanting attention. Funny, funny.

Then there were the other usual culprits---stunning golden eagles, the baldy himself and some friendly little ground-dwelling birds that were also very interested in us, and as you can see, came close enough to touch. I think that's a good way to get banned from the Aviary...

Nearby, just outside the Aviary, there are some stone-age amusement rides that taught me that you're never to old to develop motion-sickness. The Farris-wheel, for instance, made me nauseous. Small in size and slow-moving though it may be, its creaky assumed instability elicits a vomit-producing fear. Seriously, I was a little woozy.

Topie, however, didn't miss a beat. She flew a few planes, drove a few cars and had the time of her toddlery life.

As you can see, my camera has recovered from its Topaz-induced injury and I have recovered from my seasonal slump. Spring is officially here and we intend to enjoy it to the fullest!

Between Tracy Aviary, the old-school rides and later (not shown) a picnic near one of Liberty Parks playgrounds (with blood-red oranges and local goat-cheese we purchased from a fantastic market on 13th South) we were two worn-out little girls. Below you can see how we exude this differently. I, the contended smile; Topaz, stoic exhaustion---she's really happy, I swear ;)

Serenity now

2009-03-01T20:49:00.000-08:00

Luckily, nobody else seemed hindered by my suffering. I am, however, dreading work tomorrow, since the majority of my day consists of tackling animals, so they don't bite or scratch the doctor. But whether I'm under the weather or not, I rely heavily upon my weekend to get me through another long stretch of battling traffic, coworkers, toddler tantrums and bills---otherwise known as life. While some look forward to Saturdays and Sundays, I NEED them. And thus, following Sunday zoo tradition, my sanity is restored.

But how could I ever resist an opportunity to see a bear sprawled on its back?

This is the slow, strained smile of a girl in agony.

One thing that surely must have been getting old were the one-on-one close-ups of myself and Topie. But what other option was there when it was the two of us going solo everywhere? Don't get me wrong, we have a blast together, but Topie truly enjoyed the company of her Aunt Ju-bag and Uncle Jared today. They were awesome hauling the Tope-ster everywhere and pushing the stroller while I sulked along wishing I were dead (haha, I'm exaggerating)---I'd really thrown out my back the day before trying to lift 165 lbs of dead weight (literally, a Newfoundland that had been euthanized) and I was mildly hunched over and slow-moving. In any event, Topie loved the attention. Uncle Jared, while new to the family, has truly wound Topaz tightly around his little finger. I think it's because he's a big kid himself!

Or does it???

Is it just me or does posing with the

various statues never get old?

I have to thank my soul-sista Michelle for teaching me the finer points of timing settings on a digital camera. One would never guess that so many group portraits were taken with my sweet little sony propped vicariously on a rock/branch/stroller and I'd managed to rush into the frame and pose only moments before the flash.

It appears as though Sundays at the zoo might very well become a tradition. While the excursion itself has proved enjoyable enough for the weekly return, the discovery that one of the world's largest mammals shares my name (spelling included) was not so amusing. The fact that "Christie" was the smaller of the pachyderms was of no comfort whatsoever. Ok, ok universe, I get it---exercise more. Right. Anyway, the old girl there is pregnant and it was quite interesting to learn that the elephant gestation period is roughly 24 months. Ew! And I thought 9 months was rough. Even so, with any luck, this summer Topie and I will be blogging about the zoo's newest addition. I hope by then I will no longer resemble the mother of "Baby Elephant."

May Peace Prevail on Earth

2009-02-27T22:24:00.000-08:00

After dragging Topie through artistic displays of peace that she won't appreciate for decades when she finally realizes the importance of positive energies, we countered the seriousness of the moment by spending some time on the playground. As you can see, Topaz is a fan of the swings. Even more entertaining for her, however, was racing down the slides, dragging Kenya behind us. At the last minute, Kenny would panic and jump over Topie's head. It was so funny. We repeated it about eight-hundred times or so, just for the little Tope-ster's amusement.

Speaking of Kenya, she can be so pretty sometimes.

I thought this was so sweet---Topaz and Kenya walking down the steps together. Those two are like peas and carrots. Most mornings, Topie wakes up with her arms around Kenya's neck. Soooo cute!

Topaz thought this was a miniature house built solely for her. She tried so hard to find a way in!

This was me, trying to look fierce like a lion.

Right now, Topaz thinks she's Alex the lion from Madagascar II, so she was in heaven consorting with more of her kind!

This Russian display was neat and I would've loved to have read more of its plaques, but shortly after taking this picture, Topaz dropped my camera and I spent the next ten minutes crossing my fingers while attempting to pry the shutter back out. She's lucky I fixed it, but my pink sony will never be the same...

Every weekend I google attractions and commit Sunday afternoons to exploration of my new surroundings. The latest adventure took place at the International Peace Garden at Jordan Park. This time of year is was so/so, but without the flourishing foliage and vibrant blooms expected throughout the summer months, there were still some pretty poignant and impressive monuments. This stake says, "May Peace Prevail on Earth." I chose this destination because I WANTED to feel better about our planet, so this little landmark with the flags of neighboring countries in the background was exquisite.

1st Zoo visit of '09

2009-02-27T21:41:00.000-08:00

All in all, it was a good day. I think it was the first blue sky in months and before we left, Topaz raided her piggy bank so she could have her very own spending money to buy a crappy safari toy that broke on the way home. We also saw some monkeys playing pretty actively. It was hilarious and we watched them for several minutes. However, when asked what her favorite part was, Topaz said, of course: THE TIGER

This picture of Topaz turned out pretty cool. She was peeking into the Prairie Dog hole because she didn't want to leave. She loved running around in the semi-dark; I loved the bats.

I don't think it's surprising for many that I'll make a fool out of myself for Topie. Getting OUT of that egg was the hard part.

Later I discovered that I have a teenage-mutant-ninja-turtle for a daughter. It's amazing how Utah's Hogle brings out the inner reptile in everyone.

Of course the zoo is the appropriate place for Topaz to flaunt that she's a carnivore!

Trying to catch the little Tope-ster off-guard, I poked the camera over the edge of her stroller and this is what I found---a smiling little cheeseburger stuffing her face with cheetos!

To celebrate the new year and our new life in SLC, Topaz and I bought our first zoo membership. Of course no visit would be complete without the much-anticipated visit to the Asian Highlands where we spend long contemplative moments watching the tiger sleep. In fact, upon arrival, we bee-line it up the steep hill to the tiger enclosure and later meander aimlessly past the other exhibits, not caring whether we've seen everything there is to see---it's all about the tiger!