Roadtrip to the Sun

Guys, it was SO so nice here last weekend. We had to do something everyday to celebrate the summer teaser. Friday, bike rides. Saturday, Adam went golfing, and I went shopping for summer clothes (perfectly normal way to usher in the warm weather). Sunday.... was what I like to affectionately call..."Roadtrip to the Sun". Kedron, Emily, and I decided that the 5 degree difference in temperature in Tri-cities, WA was totally worth the 3 hour day trip. So off we went into the land of sun bathing in April.This picture above, is where we laid on the Colombia River.

Prego Keje looked too cute not to post.

Staple Creepy Mexican Males. See those three heads... yes, they parked themselves there for a solid 30 minutes to watch us. ew. And nothing against Mexicans, but everything against perverts.

Sunkissed, or sun-pecked since we were only out for like 3 hours and still super pale.

All this to say, there's nothing wrong with traveling far distances to strange lands to bask in the sun. totally normal, and totally worth it.

Jeers

Have you ever read the jeers section of the newspaper? I hadnt really until Easter Sunday. Adam and I went out to brunch and, as is one of our usual (dorky?) habits, we picked up the paper and read it together. As we stumbled upon the Jeers section, we found this prized ad that was just too good not to share:

Squirrel Killer

To the low-life S.O.B. bicyclist who ran over and killed the poor innocent squirrel right in front of me in Riverfront Park last week. As the sweet animal, who never harmed anyone, sat eating a peanut I had tossed him, you cruelly and without a second thought squashed him. You had about 15' of pavement to ride on but chose to ride in the 1.5' between the squirrel and the grass closest to the little guy. Of course, he freaks out and attempts to run to the nearest safety leading him directly under your tires! After he is smashed, he half scampers, half convulses under a tree where I run to him knowing there is little I can do to help but feeling the need to be there to comfort him as best I can. I watch as he flops about, takes a couple last labored and surely painful breaths. While I watch him die you just keep going on your merry freaking way while I scream to you that you killed the innocuous creature as the enjoyed his meal oblivious to the heinous jerk approaching him. I hope karma rewards you someday by having a bus flatten you the way you flattened that squirrel! I hope that you survive but are left unable to breed more ugliness such as yourself.

ok, start the commenting..........

The Things We Do for Love...

Yup. you guys are seeing this right. This... is my backyard. (I promise it's not a ghetto as the fence lets on to). I'm sure I must have blogged about Adam and Patrick's camo boat last year sometime, well it's back. And right now, in my backyard, in all it's Camouflaged glory, right there for all to see. And the moment i start to squirm thinking about it... all I have to do is remember Adams face a few seconds ago, as he was filling up a bucket with soap and water telling me he's going to clean out the live wells. I'm pretty sure I havent seen a grin like that from him in a while. So yes... I, Tricia Ludwig, am in love with my husband. I live in North Idaho, and am part owner of a camouflaged bass boat, which I proudly (or squirmishly) display on our lawn in our backyard.


.....(Hopefully it'll be gone tomorrow).

Our little Coeur d Alene Easter

This year I was nervous about Easter not feeling like "Easter". AKA, we werent with either of our families, except Kedron and Patrick, and it was cold and gross leading up to it. BUT it really turned out to be a great Easter. We went to church early, then Adam and I hid Easter baskets for each other, the loot is pictured above, then we went out to lunch--a rarer treat these days, then we cooked/baked and headed over to Kedron and Patricks for a traditional Easter dinner, some family time, topped off with some monopoly. All in all, Easter 2010 turned out to be a great one.

Duke is King

I know the picture above is blurry. But i really wanted you all to see the VHS movie cover that consumed most of my childhood. Duke is King. It came out in April of 1991, when Bobby Hurley, Grant Hill, and Christian Leattner lead our team to an upset over Kansas, making them the "king of NCAA basketball". This, my friends, was ALL we watched. it was on repeat in our house. My brother Jim was so obsessed with this video that Tom and I hid it from him for like a year... only to be watched 1000 more times after he found it again.
I realize liz is probably rolling her eyes at this post, but I am being honest when I say that seeing Coach K's face on the screen, or those familiar blue and white uniforms, or the Duke emblem on Cameron Indoor Stadium's floor, is some of the most comforting scenery I'll ever see. (A little pathetic, i know. )
But tonight, we did it again!! For the second time since 1991 (and the fourth time in my lifetime) the Duke Blue Devils are the Kings of NCAA Basketball!!! I wish so badly you all could have heard the message my dad left on my cell phone tonight, or even just read the number of pre-game, mid-game, and post-game texts i've had from my family in the last few weekends. I wish even more that I could have been there to see my brothers run laps around the house like they used to (and I'm sure they did tonight). I think then you'd know... and this would all make sense. It's one of those things that I love about having grown up with brothers... and I wouldnt trade any of it.

Yeah Duke!!

"adults"

Sometimes i still feel like adam and I are just playing dress up (like this adorable picture of niece and nephew that Jordan took pictured above). Like we're kids pretending to be adults.
Technically I guess we are considered adults:
-we're both over 18, so the government considers us adults
-we got married, so i guess society considers us adults (though in idaho being married shouldnt classify you as an adult, since being a junior in HS and engaged seems to be no big thing).
-and the bank gave us a loan for a lot of money to buy a house, so obviously they even consider us responsible adults.

however i seem to question my "adulthood" from time to time. And by time to time, i mean most of the time. Let me give you a few examples why:

-our remedies to most illnesses are always justified with "I dont know but my mom/dad used to always tell us to do that".

-or all the hundred times (it seems) i've started a new job and i still seem to call my dad saying "ok i have a form that says W2. What is this? What do i need to fill out? How important is it? what's a dependent? and do i have any?"

-or regardless of how many times i've made dinner i still call my aunts/grandmother/dad/stepmom and ask how long i should boil chicken for.

-or how i told adam today that we're going to do easter baskets for $5 each and hide them for each other, like my parents did for us when we were little.

-or how i love gold fish as a snack and could eat Kraft Macaroni and Cheese for an entire dinner and be so amped about it. I swear if adam and i didnt keep each other in check, the only food we'd have would be chips, icecream, soda, kraft, sugar cereal, cookies, pepporoni, french fries, and maybe the occasional piece of fruit.

-and i even wonder at what point in our lives our saturdays will start earlier than 11:30?

I dont know. adam may be turning 26 this next month, and i'll be 25 (25!) in october, but in my heart, i feel like im still waiting to be a grown-up.