Oh They Say When You Marry in June...

In June, Will and I celebrated 8 years of connubial bliss as Mr.and Mrs.William G. Daines. When I think about being married for the better part of a decade, I am hit with two very conflicting feelings: that Will has become so intricately woven into the very fiber of my own person, sometimes I forget what comes from me and what comes from him,  and yet he remains so complex and mysterious that there is no way I will ever have time in this life to learn and understand everything there is to know about him.  For example, he recently revealed to me that he does not, nor has he ever, liked cilantro. What the what?  I was so sure we were firmly entrenched--together--in the pro-cilantro camp. Without a doubt, marriage is one whiz-bang roller coaster of a ride, and all I can say about the paradoxes of matrimonial life is, Hey, Jane...DON'T get me off this crazy thing...called love.

And so to honor the day of our wedding, commonly known to those in my circle as "my special day," we connived to leave our kids with Aunt Lori and Uncle Sean for a night of freedom and relaxation at the cannery. Oh, excuse me, that's The Cannery Hotel and Casino, not 'the cannery where food-storage-minded folks go to can food' which may or not engender freedom and relaxation (I couldn't say for sure, I've never been.)  The attraction of The Cannery is that it's new and modern, but not super fancy, so if you upgrade to one of the better rooms, you can get all of the awesomeness of a fancier hotel at a reasonable price. Our room had these spectacular 15-foot floor-to-ceiling windows which provided great views of the Strip, the mountains, the temple, and our van.  Good riddance, Unnammed Fancy Resort Hotel Who Wouldn't Give Me the Educator's Discount.

 I suspect that the time change has muddled my brain, because I'm having trouble forming coherent thoughts. I can't think of ANYTHING clever to say about Will drinking root beer, and that is a situation that is just brimming with comedic potential, is it not? Since my brain is so pudding-like (call me Pudd'nhead. Please, I think that's a fun nickname.) I'm going to turn the rest of June's narrative over to someone much cleverer than I: Mister Dr. Seuss. I have always maintained that "One fish, two fish" is chock-full of universally applicable themes, so let's put that theory to the test.

From near to far, from here to there,

Funny things are everywhere.

This one, I think, is called a Yink. 

She likes to wink, she likes to drink. 

She likes to drink and drink and drink.

Here are some who like to run. 

They run for fun in the hot, hot sun.

If you can tell which sister is which, congratulations, you're a step ahead of more than a few people we know! Yes, Lori tried to carry Dorothea during all of her runs, but race officials wouldn't allow it...

Oh me!

Oh my!

What a lot of funny things go by!

My first handoff of the Wasatch Back Ragnar Relay (12 runner teams, 180 miles, 24 hours, in case you haven't heard)

We see them come. 

We see them go.

Some are fast, and some are slow.

This was the ONE leg out of three in which I remembered to wear my team number. And yes, my hair is red. I was going for RAGNAR Orange, but...

Not one of them is like another. 

Don't ask us why. Go ask your mother.

Trying to have a nap between runs. At least my sleeping bag is Ragnar Orange!

Some of two feet and some have sore (feet)

Some have stinky feet, and some have more.

Where do they come from? I can't say

But I bet they have come a long, long way!

At the finish line, and happy to be finished!

Some are sad and some are glad.

And some are very, very bad. (Not really)

Why are they sad and glad and bad?

I do not know. Go ask your dad.

Boyle, Woolf and Daines kids for one last shebang before Boyles moved

Today is gone. Today was fun.

Tomorrow is another one. 

Every day, from here to there,

Funny things are everywhere.

Happy Daylight Savings Day! I hope your brain is less muddled than mine!