Wednesday, October 10, 2007

Iceland Iceland Baby

Believe it or not, the trip to Iceland actually happened and I’m back to tell the story! It was very hard to leave the family for so long, it was COLD (duh) and outrageously expensive, but I had a great time!

Tuesday, October 2
I flew first to Minneapolis for about 24 hours to hang with my best friend who just had the cutest little boy ever. Andrew and I bonded, pictures to come. Then I headed for the icy land known as Iceland!

Wednesday October 3/Thursday October 4
After a 5 hour flight (not that bad) we landed and it was cold and rainy--- kind of like you would expect. I met my fellow travelers- mostly the over 65 crowd, but since we have established that now includes me, I fit right in!
Iceland is known for its spas, so the first place we went was the Blue Lagoon, a geothermal pool that is supposedly great for your health. It is a sort of milky aqua water that pops right out of the center of the earth (or something like that.) The water comes out so hot in some places that Iceland uses its energy to power the entire island.

After that we headed to our hotel for a nap and then did a bus tour of the city that day. The island has practically no building materials so everything is made of corrugated steel and concrete. Even their main Church, see below!
Dinner that night was room service in my hotel- AWESOME! For your entertainment I will keep a running total of some of the bills. Dinner in my room that night: Slice of Pizza, French fries and Pepsi: $45.

Friday, October 5
The next morning we got up and did a full day bus tour of the northern part of Iceland. We saw some amazing scenery. The whole island is a combination of active and inactive volcanoes. Its kind of like Canada and Hawaii had a baby. A fellow traveler took this picture- see the glacier in the background to the right!
The beautiful Iceland landscape. Note that what appears to be grass is really just moss growing on old volcanic rock. It is very difficult to grow anything in Iceland.

Also in the north, we went to see the Golden Waterfall. It got its name because on days when its not pouring (like today) the mist appears gold. Adventurous ones like myself (oxymoron?) could walk right down to the lip and snap pictures! Water in Iceland is 100% pure and drinkable right out of the river. It is all rain water or run off from glaciers!

The last crazy landscape destination was the mouth of an extinct volcano. Everyone hold on to their virgins! Camera challenged… you will have to see this in two photos.

That night a group of us had dinner at a restaurant in Reykjavík. Pizza (yes, again), pepsi and chocolate cake: $42.

Saturday, October 6:
On Saturday morning we all met for a lecture from the Adler astronomer, Mark, that came with us on the trip. He explained how Aurora Borealis happen (some mumbo jumbo about sun spots) and our chances of seeing them on the trip. That afternoon we went on a bus tour of the southern part of Iceland.

There is a little bit of grass and actual dirt in this part of Iceland, so some people have attempted to farm. Mostly they just raise sheep and Icelandic horses (more on that later.) But in the south there are active volcanoes that blow everything to smithereens every few decades. Apparently in the 1970’s they had an eruption that wrecked everything- first with the eruption, but then they had a tsunami and to add insult to injury the heat melted some of the glaciers and caused a catastrophic flood. WTF! All the southern people have basically just finished rebuilding and now geologists are saying another eruption will come again soon. Yikes! But the landscape was BEAUTIFUL and I managed to get some decent pictures.


Waterfalls were everywhere- they pretty much just poke themselves out of the inside of the mountains and volcanoes.

Waterfall #1

There are rainbows everywhere because of steam and waterfall mist. And you wonder why 85% of Icelanders still believe in the existence of elves.

Waterfall #102:



I also have to show this one- a working Icelandic farm. Now they can build houses the “regular way” but in the past they would build things out of rock and drift wood, then insulate it by piling sod onto the roof and walls. On this farm they are using the old house for storage and barns. (Yes, people LIVED in these! The person in the background will help you put the size into perspective.)


Later that night was a dinner of Icelandic lobster, tiny little things compared to what we are used to here. After dinner we went hunting for the northern lights! We had planned to do this 3 nights in a row. We saw an awesome display the first night. The second night was pretty dim and the third night was pouring rain- bummer! My camera could not capture anything--I will make some of my friends with real cameras send me copies of their pictures and post them later. (Don’t be haters.) By the way, dinner was included this night, so I don’t have a total for you. But I did buy some rolos at a rest stop for $5. A snack bag of Cool American Doritos (their version of cool ranch, hilarious!) was $3.50.
Sunday, October 7:
This was a free day, so I spent the day alone exploring Reykjavik. I did a lot of shopping and ate some interesting food. I also got lost (boo) so cheered myself up by eating ice cream (yeah!). Dinner that night was as a group in our hotel.

Monday, October 8:
This day was by far my favorite! We went horse back riding on their crazy Icelandic horses! Icelanders are very particular about their horses, so have done NO interbreeding in almost 900 years. These horses are exactly as the Vikings rode them when they first came to Iceland. They are small and strong with heavy coats. They also have 5 gaits, instead of the traditional 3 gaited horses. (You know, walk, trot, gallop.) Riding them was a blast! And again, I surprised myself by not only not falling off, but I even rode the suckers fast! It was great.

My horse, Fivid (or something like that) meaning Flower. This is him basquing in the aftermath of the “please don’t hurt me, kick me, or throw me off” speech I just gave him.
(If you’re looking for a picture of me on the horse, its not happening.)

After the ride, the horses were so excited to have their saddles off that they all dropped and rolled around in the dirt like dogs! Are they calling me fat?

We were back from riding at mid-day, and I was FREEZING so I immediately got into bed to warm up… then fell asleep. Whoops! But I was up in time for dinner at a cool restaurant downtown with the group that night. Dinner was included, but the lunch I had that day was not: sandwich and French fries (yes, again): $19.

Tuesday, October 9:
This morning everyone woke up feeling depressed because it was time to go. But we had a few hours to ourselves in the morning. One of my younger traveling companions, Suzen, and I spent the morning at one of the geothermal pools near our hotel. Then we came home and spent a good couple of hours trying to cram all the stuff we bought into our tiny suit cases (or actually, not tiny. That's what's embarassing.) After more hours of traveling and no sleep for an even 22 hours, I finally made it home by 1 am on Wednesday morning! Home sweet home!

Monday, October 1, 2007

Josie the 8th dwarf? Or fashion forward?

Josie's takin it to the streets! Her new obsession-
pulling the Pete-the-Monkee look ala constant ski cap!

Holla!





Monday, September 24, 2007

Make me a reservation at the nursing home: I am aging rapidly

Russ and I had a totally different kind of weekend. For a incredible change of pace, we left Josie with relatives and had a good old fashioned night out with friends. It started like all good nights out do- get dressed in your cool jeans, tight shirt, and shoes you can run in. Get on the el to go meet your friends. Get off the train and see people doing drugs between parked cars, you know, a typical night in the city. As we walk to our friends house, we pass people that appear to be in a gang (a.k.a. talking loudly). Fear for safety. Attempt to walk with purpose, but instead walk through a spider web. Ew. We finally make it to our destination and are happy to see all of our friends that we have not partied with since before Josie was born. We pop open some beers and start chatting. Music is on, comedy gold is flowing, and a good time is being had by all. Soon we are playing "ride the bus" like a couple of true party animals! Russ and I are carefree, young, and having fun! After coming out on the losing end of too many games, I was in a delicate condition as we hit the bar. Soon I hit the wall and wanted to go home. I was proud of my night out and imagining myself in a nice cozy bed when I looked at my watch: 11:45. RED ALERT!!!!!!!! 11:frickin:45! I am supposed to be young and hip! Its not even midnight! I should be living like there is no tomorrow, partying like its 1999, etc! We'd been having fun but I can't help it, I want to go home. Russ and I grab a cab and are home by shortly after midnight. We go to bed pronto. I wake up in the morning and hate myself. More like hate my stomach and the feeling is mutual. I turn to look at Russ and he is in a bad place as well. Things going downhill fast. We get up and get ready to go retrieve Josie. I have to drive so Russ can nurse his hang over in the passenger seat. When I turn on the car, the radio comes on... the classical station. Pour salt in my wound, OMG, that's right I've been listening to classical music in the car! It hits me in waves that I am totally aging. I realize I only have 2 pairs of jeans, my only friends on myspace are my 11-14 year old cousins, I am now scandalized by drug use and sexual impropriety and, the nail in the coffin: I missed my daughter while drinking at a bar. Trying to be young again kicked our asses and I am humiliated! Until I arrive to pick up Josie. She sees us through the window and is so happy she starts crying and running to us. I kissed her and nuzzled her sweet little neck... Maybe being older isn't so bad after all.

Tuesday, September 18, 2007

Josie's Believe It Or Not

Josie has been quite an entertainer lately, but nothing compares to last night's dinner. Any excuse to avoid eating and get down to play is Josie's favorite. So when she feined the ole "hey, there's something in my nose! Lets get down and get it out!" trick, Russ and I were wise to her game. Or so we thought.
Let me set the stage. We were coming to the end of a good old fashioned Johnson spaghetti dinner. Josie was eating the long noodles with us- what a big girl! But soon Josie was wrinkling her nose, pointing, and making the sign for help. Wise parents are on to her and say "Sorry Josie, can't extract during the meal. Must chill." But Josie perservered. She kept pointing, wriggling her nose and looking more concerned. Finally Russ got a kleenex, pulled out the tiniest specimen, and we thought the case was closed. But Josie just seemed more distressed and kept pointing. Not loving the booger game during meal time, we told her again to chill. But suddenly, Josie sneezed. I was telling some boring story (as usual) and not paying attention to her when Russ suddenly yelled "Hey! A noodle!" Somewhere in the midst of Josie's shocked face was a spaghetti noodle coming out of her nose! The poor little stinker had somehow swallowed weirdly and managed to get an entire spaghetti noodle up her nose and out the other end! When I went to pull it out (GROSS) the noodle was 4 inches long! I felt like I was pulling out part of her brain! After the shock wore off, Russ and I could not stop laughing. I said "that was disgusting!" Russ said "that was awesome!" Looks like she showed us- The Amazing Josephine, circus performer and noodle-nose-threader extraordinare!

Whoa! Mom, I pulled a noodle out of my nose tonight!

Monday, September 10, 2007

RIP Britney

Like many of you, I am saddened to learn of our favorite Britney's VMA demise. Therefore, I can not find the strength to write. Only to post pictures of Josie.



Sunday: Russ buys a washable swiffer so we can eliminate waste by no longer swiffing and throwing. Josie decides to take it for a spin... and doesn't stop for an hour!

Look at Cinderella getting her clean on. That's my girl!

Please note: Russ dressed her in a Future Librarian Shirt... I countered by at least making her wear a sassy cargo skirt! (Outfit courtesy of Auntie Heather) She is one well-dressed cleaning machine!

Tuesday, September 4, 2007

I don't want to be friends with Madonna

I was in a meeting today with two of my co-workers. One is a new grandmother whose granddaughter is 2 weeks old and was showing pictures of the newborn. What was all fun and games became scary when my coworker asked the new grandmother if she had been pulling any all-nighters helping out with the baby. “Oh my goodness, no” she said. “But, I told them if it gets really hard I will hire them a night-nurse.” On the inside, my invisible blue collar grew claws and attempted to cut her. Not only do night nurses cost hundreds of dollars per night, but WTF? What is this, the royal family? What scared me more was that my seemingly normal co-worker surprised me by saying “Oh, I wouldn’t do without one! My best friend had one and said it was amazing. The nurse soothed the baby during the night and when it was time to eat she just brought the baby to her in her bed and when she was done, she took the baby back to her crib.” Is her best friend Madonna? Had she procured her new baby from some impoverished share-croppers in a third world? And where am I right now? Who knew Chicago was the place to find rich and out of touch psychos that think night nurses (again, their fee per week is more than my monthly mortgage) are the norm. Remembering all the sweet nights I had nursing Josie and taking care of her myself, I got the he-hockey sticks out of there. Do they have nurses for giving people the finger?

Monday, September 3, 2007

Labor Day!





Josie at the park this Labor Day! Dad teaches Josie some awesome soccer moves. Later she poses next to the sweet bike trailor she rode in with Beethoven and Pooh.