Sunday, October 28, 2012

Family Reunion

Our "family," Liz, Steven, Pops, Karli, Me, Ma, and Becca.

Two years ago, in the Summer of 2010, I was fortunate enough to go on a mission trip to Washington DC with my best friend Becca. The original plan was to go to Los Angeles, but the group we were to travel with had a few issues with their LA branch, so we were re-routed to DC, and I am so glad we were.
We spent nearly two weeks working with children in the projects, giving them a Vacation Bible School in the afternoons. We would walk around the buildings with Kids Konnection, a locally trusted Christian kids organization.
When we weren't running VBS, we could be found cleaning up battered women's shelters, playing with children of single mothers, and sitting in the church vans that belonged to the group from Missouri (Becca and I were the only 'Zonies.) It was a wonderful trip, mostly because we got to help people and spend time with adorable kids (did I mention the kids were adorable?) It was also amazing because of the people we met.
We were housed with a random family that our mission trip organizational agency knew through a church, and they were the most perfect people I have ever met. By perfect, I mean they were my type of people. Their last name was Friend, and that's what we all were by the end of the trip. When we first entered their front door, they waited five minutes for us to get settled, then said "Alright, you've been here five minutes. You're no longer guests, you're family." We were promptly given a tour of the house, including the massive basement garage named "Costco East," where all food and drink needs could be found. We were showed how to use the coffee pots, how to load our dirty dishes into the washer, and where to find clean dishes. I loved it because it was clear they didn't do anything special because "guests were coming over," much unlike my family (my mother cleans obsessively before we have company.) I felt like I fit right in with them
We didn't get to spend much time there, as we left for the dense District of Columbia at 7:30 am, and often didn't return until 9 pm, when we were falling asleep standing up. Thankfully, we didn't need to sleep, and stayed up late a few nights with Ma and Pops, Karli and Liz (two girls from the Missouri church), and we discussed ghost stories, family history, and things to do around DC. It was wonderful. When we left, Ma and Pops encouraged us to stop by any time we visit DC, and we promised them the same whenever they visited Phoenix or Missouri.
A few months ago, I learned Ma was coming to Phoenix on a business trip, and Pops was going to come for the elongated weekend as a vacation. Of course, I had to invite them over to dinner. Becca and I were so excited to see them!
We cooked a delicious (and nutritious, of course) dinner of quinoa, chicken, spinach salad, fruit salad, squash, ciabatta bread, and Mexican hot chocolate brownies. Dinner was filled with discussions between my parents, Becca's parents, and Ma and Pops (this was the first time they had all met). It was great to get to see them, eat dinner, and talk about life. Of course, we had to take a picture after dinner. We look so different now, from then. Ma has longer hair, Pops has grayer hair, and Becca and I both look older
To be honest, when I left DC, I doubted I would ever get to see such wonderful people again, but sometimes things fall together perfectly, and you are able to enjoy the company of some of the coolest people you have ever met once again. A trip to Washington, DC, is definitely simmering in the back of my mind. It probably won't be this summer, but sometime in the future, I want to go back and grace the Friend household with my presence once again.

Tuesday, October 16, 2012

Flagstaff, Times Two

I got the joy of visiting Flagstaff, Arizona two weekends in a row! I got to see my best friend Hannah (who is more like a sister) both times, as well as my cousin one weekend, and a few other friends along the way.
Weekend 1, September 28-29
This was a mostly unplanned trip. A week before, my mom approached me, asking if I would drive her to Flag after work on Friday, so she could meet up with my Dad and join him on Triumphest 2012 rally. It turned out that my mother was ill, and was unable to attend...but I wasn't about to give up free gas to Flagstaff!
I hopped in my car after school on Friday, and booked it to Flagstaff. I made it there in record time (I left at 1:30-ish and arrived at 3:15-ish)...which translated to "Time for Amanda to go listen to her dad give a presentation on the parts of Triumph cars."
Now, I love my dad dearly, and I enjoy watching him work on cars, but I would like to compare the presentation to my 12th grade Calculus BC class. The vernacular was technical, and I was too weary from the drive (and far too excited to see Hannah) to really pay attention. However, according to the applause he received after the presentation, I assume he did a good job.
Afterwards, he drove me from the hotel where all of the Triumphest participants were staying to Sechrist Hall, the dorm building of my lovely near sister, Hannah. I was out of my wits when I saw her. I got out of the car calmly, then commenced a full-powered sprint toward her. We hugged and spun in circles for a while--until another car nearly hit us. I really hadn't understood how much I missed her since the few weeks after she left, until then.
My dad soon left, leaving us to shenanigans. I was soon introduced to a few of her high school friends who I had met a while before (16th birthday party, I believe). We sat around, and talked to other people, and enjoyed the importance of human interaction with people of your own age, which is something I have not been able to enjoy much since moving back home for college.
We ended up spending some time stargazing, eating delicious food at Chili's, and seeing BJ Novak. Yes, BJ Novak from The Office. He was at NAU for a comedian show and I suppose that, after the show was over, he was hungry (after all, he is human.) So he sat two tables down from us just as our table was starting desert. We fangirled so much...but didn't have the chutzpah to go and ask him for an autograph or a photo. But really, we know it was him.
I'm not sure when or how, but we ended up in the room of Hannah's friends Rachel and Mackenzie, who were visiting a friend in Tucson. We enjoyed the Mac desktop computer and Netflix Rachel provided us with, and soon fell asleep.
I really do fit in perfectly with Hannah's family.
On Saturday, the 29th of September, we woke up at 10 a.m. fully clothed and refreshed. (That's how you know you didn't do anything you regretted the night before.) We had enough time to shower, for me to pack, and to even spend some time with Hannah's family. Yes folks, it was family weekend at NAU! We took some photos on Hannah's über comfortable bed, and then my daddy came to pick me up. I was able to take my mom's spot in the Triumphest rally!
The premise of this rally was to take two hours driving around the Triumphest city (this time it was Flagstaff), with a driver and a navigator.
The driver has the task of driving the car wherever the navigator says. Meanwhile, the navigator spends all his or her time directing the driver where to go, as well as asking the driver certain questions about the surroundings of the road. For example, "What is the name of the mountain in front of you?"and "Where is the green parrot?" Both the driver and the navigator have the task of noticing things, while the navigator writes them down and answers unobserved questions with cheeky answers.
Long story short, my father is a great driver, and I am a cheeky and correct answer writer, so we both got first place in our respective categories! (Example question: What equals 10? Answer: 6+4. Logic: 6+4 equals 10, and we're on Route 64. Now, who else would think of that besides the girl who over-thinks everything?) But before the awards were given, I was already long on my way home, for a day of homework on Sunday.
Weekend 2, October 5-7
Much like the previous week, I left Phoenix after class on Friday, only I left much later this time. I had nothing packed before I got home at 1 pm, but I was still out the door and on the I-17 by 2:30.
Upon arrival to the NAU campus, I was phoned by Hannah, who requested time to sleep and study. Luckily, my high school friend Kayla had texted me earlier, asking if I had any free time in Flagstaff. I was soon greeted by her at the campus Starbucks, where we sat, drank soy Pumpkin Spice Lattes, and split a banana bread slice. I enjoyed seeing her smiling face, listening to her talk about her classes, and getting a tour of Mountain View, the sorority and fraternity resort dorm.
Before long, Hannah was done with her homework, or sleeping, or whatever, and I met her back at University Union. We then ate dinner, where I was able to meet Rachel (whose bed I slept in the previous weekend) and Mackenzie. We ended up spending the rest of the night with them and a few of their friends who were also visiting from Phoenix. We again went star gazing (I just can't get over how beautiful and clear the stars are up there!), and kicked it around the dorm room, staying up late, watching movies.
Saturday was mostly all blocked out for Hannah-Amanda time. We slept in rather late, showered, and ate a deliciously unhealthy brunch of a blueberry muffin and another soy Pumpkin Spice Latte around noon. Hannah had a hiking location picked out, somewhere down Highway 180, somewhat west of Flagstaff. Her beautiful Ford station wagon made it down the primitive road, and we ended up in a cul de sac where a few other cars were parked.
There was a trail somewhat farther up, leading toward the mountain. We headed out,armed with sunscreen and bottles of water. It turned out to be the most beautiful hike I had been on since the Grand Canyon. The trees, though mostly green, had hints of yellow and red. We happened upon a log where we took an adorable picture (as we usually do). As time went on, it began to get warmer, so we chose to stay mostly in the shade. Hannah had to be back, showered, and changed for work by 5, but we wanted to get somewhere where we could see a beautiful view.
We took a few different branches from the trail, hit dead ends, and turned around, but we eventually arrived at simple switchbacks which lead us up the side of the mountain, where we found a strange hole in a tree (Hannah threw a stick through it before sitting down in it, just to be sure it wasn't a portal to a past dimension or whatever.) The view was breathtaking, as was the hike to get to it.
With a quick check of our watches, we realized it was time to head back if we wanted to eat lunch before dinner time. The hike back down was quick, and far easier than the hike up. We nearly lost the parking lot, but realized where the road was, and sorta followed it to the parking lot. Cheers for navigation skills!
Lunch consisted of a bagel, apple, and cup of coffee at 4:30 pm. Leaving the student Union, we passed Starbucks, where my friend Olivia happened to be working. From her reaction to seeing me, I'm pretty sure she didn't know I was in Flagstaff. We talked for a moment, and decided we would hang out after Hannah started work. So, at 5:45, I hugged Hannah and bid her adieu, and went to Starbucks (for the third time in 24 hours...way too often, if you ask me) and was handed an iced tea lemonade "On me!" from Olivia. I had already finished reading The Great Gatsby earlier that morning, so I had fifteen minutes to distract Olivia before we jetted off to her room to meet her roommates, visit her "big sister's" apartment, and take me back to Starbucks to meet with my beautiful cousin Christina. It really was only a whirlwind of 30 minutes spent with Olivia, but I'll take what I can get when it comes to seeing my friends.
Christina wasn't late in arriving at Starbucks, I was simply early. As soon as I saw her in front of me, I stood up and ran into her arms--much like I had when seeing Hannah a week earlier. (What can I say, I get emotional when I see my best friends for the first time in months.) Christina and I were much louder and verbally excited about seeing each other than Christina's friend Deanna, who accompanied her to Starbucks, was prepared for. I'm rather sure we scared her with our sudden squeals of excitement, expressing our joy us reuniting, the two most mischievous fun-loving cousins on earth.
Christina and Me
I made up for scaring Deanna with my squeals by offering her and Christina a ride to South Campus, where their dorm room was. We piled into my car and headed down to McConnel Hall, where we unloaded many handfuls of items brought up from Phoenix--a down comforter for Christina, my sleeping bag, a warm coat, a pair of slippers, my suitcase, my purse, my iced tea. It took a whole trip with six arms to carry it up to her room. After we were settled, we sat and talked for a bit before venturing to The Düb to get dinner. The Düb is like the undesirable little brother of the Student Union. It is small, and does not offer much variety. I believe our options were pizza, pasta, questionable looking chicken, and a wilted salad bar. Not much in the way of delicious desserts. So, in the name of college, Christina and Deanna enjoyed some frozen yogurt and cookies, while I ate pizza. Lots and lots of pizza.
We returned to her room, visited with her hall mates, and checked out the unrefined yet hilarious movie, Pineapple Express. If you don't already know the premise, then save yourself the brain cells and don't even bother looking it up. It's geared toward the college burn-outs, but the humor will appeal to most any college student. Christina and I found the beginning to be rather funny, but not so hilarious or enthralling that we had to pay attention to it once her friend from the art club walked in her room.
The movie ended sometime while we were talking about chalking up the area near the union (all the way up on North Campus) as a promotion for the upcoming student art show. It was nearly midnight by the time we bundled up to leave McConnel Hall and the comfort of South Campus, for the 20 minute walk in freezing air up to North Campus. We made the walk with a few minutes to spare, then got started chalking up an area outside the union.
My handwriting, my cousin, and lyrics to a song by GROUPLOVE.
Under the direction of a few art students, Christina and I decorated a heart, lyric'd up a wall, and took lots of photographs. We signed our artwork with outlines of our hands and headed back to McConnel, where a comfortable bed was awaiting me (Deanna spent the night in another room), as were many hours of glorious sleep.
Sometime that night, before we fell asleep, we decided to eat lunch at Bigfoot Barbecue the next day. Bigfoot was discovered by my dad and me sometime a few years back, while nosing our way around the Flagstaff eating scene. Since then it has been a must-stop restaurant for me, Christina, Becca, and Daniel, whenever I am with one of them in Flagstaff. This time, Christina and I were meeting one of her cousins (we're related through our fathers, who are brothers. This cousin is related to Christina through her mother's side) and his wife for lunch. Little did we know, they brought a few friends from NAU admissions and such.
We had a delicious lunch of chicken strips, french fries, and a peach berry cobbler. Her cousin was in much more of a rush than us, so we spent extra time at Bigfoot shooting the breeze and enjoying life...and waiting for our peach berry cobbler to arrive! Eventually it came, and we conquered it with two silver spoons.
After lunch, the time flew quicker than it had the rest of the weekend. We stopped by a record store, where Christina bought a vinyl album (Mumford and Sons, Sigh No More) and I purchased an Iron & Wine cd. Sometime between the record store and when I left, we stopped in to say hello to Hannah once more before I left. Hugs were had, and I said "Adios!" to my sister until next time.
Goodbyes were soon said to Christina, after we each ate a Twix ice cream bar (it's a  wonder I didn't gain any weight either of these weekends) and enjoyed her neighbor's Halloween decorations and the many ghost stories of McConnel hall. Then it was to the car, and then a long drive back to Phoenix where the ever avid Daniel was already preparing dinner for me.

Monday, October 8, 2012

Travel Etiquette

I have my latest adventure post in draft stage! It'll be out soon.
Until then, I'd just like to note how much of a culture difference I have seen at NAU vs. U of A, and what has been floating around in my mind.

Correct dorm host(ess) etiquette:
Do you have someone from your childhood, home town, high school class coming to visit? Here are some guidelines for you as a host(ess) to make sure your guest's trip ends happily, and a good time is had by all.

  • Understand price limits. Your guests are most likely paying for the gas to come visit you, and that's not cheap. Talk before about budgeting, and plan your half as a host or hostess accordingly. Don't expect your guests to want to pay $10 for a mediocre burrito at the campus Mexican restaurant, because 9 times out of 10, they won't want to.
  • Be ready to entertain. Your guests just came to visit you! They want to see what is exciting on your campus. Plan a walking tour of the campus, go chalking or stargazing, or go out to dinner at a cheap (but yummy) restaurant.
  • Prepare a sleeping station. It may be on a rug, on your extra comforter, or on a beach towel, but have something set up for your guests. Nobody wants to sleep with their sleeping bag or pillow directly on the icky hairball covered ground.
  • Plan to pay. For one meal a day for your guests, bless them with food. We understand, you're all in college, and money is sparse and food is expensive. But be it through meal swipes, dining dollars, an interesting dorm-made pasta dish, or that money your parents send you each month for groceries, cover a meal a day for your guests. It's the proper thing to do.
  • Return the favor! If someone traveled a long distance (long enough to spend the night in your dorm room), plan to visit them, and actually go through with it! Don't just expect your friend to come visit you because he or she had "a great time" the previous trip. Return the favor of a visit, go sleep on their dorm room couch for a few nights. Chances are, if whoever you are visiting happens to be a conscientious human being, he or she will follow these guidelines of dorm room host(ess) etiquette.

Backstory: I traveled down to U of A last year to visit some friends, and I was rather blown away by their etiquette. I and my travel buddy, Becca, had budgeted out our entire trip, and purchased groceries to take down to U of A so we wouldn't need to eat at the expensive campus restaurants. We also expected our hostess to have a few day time plans which didn't involve spending money.
As events progressed, it appeared we had a bad case of miscommunication. I ended up spending $30 more in meals than I had planned, as well as about $15 on jewelry I felt rather pressured into buying. (They were best friends necklaces, each a Hamsa hanging from a short silver chain. Ironically, I don't really regret buying mine, it's cute, and I'm the only one who hasn't lost it yet, but I was rather unhappy at the moment as I felt pressured to buy it.) Thus representing nearly $50 over my budget set forth, as I had expected our host(ess) to graciously cover our meals on campus, in exchange for the groceries we bought her, or in addition to eating from the groceries we had purchased.
Meanwhile, at NAU (where I put my lesson learned at U of A into practice, and over-budgeted) I was greeted with generous hands, only paying for two meals myself over the entire two weekends I visited, and one of those times was only because the meal-swipe system wasn't working with the card I was trying to purchase a meal on (so the generosity was still there in spirit.) I was honestly impressed by my friends (and even friends of friends) who bought me meals, shared desserts, and made iced tea lemonades for me for free while visiting NAU, so these five simple guidelines simmered in my brain the whole drive back to Phoenix today.

Friday, October 5, 2012

October Oats

Every good autumn morning should begin with a healthy and flavorful autumn breakfast. And autumn needs to arrive in Phoenix, Arizona a lot sooner than it plans to.
So in the spirit of autumn, and sweater dresses with leggings, and comfy boots, sweat pants, scarves, hoodies, and all things holy, here is one of my favorite ways to prepare oatmeal: the perfect autumn breakfast.

You will need for one serving:
  • A Thermos for food (short and wide-mouth, not a drinking thermos)
  • Steel-cut oats, 1/4 cup
  • 3/4 cup boiling water, or milk
  • A handful of dried cranberries
  • 1/2 teaspoon chia seeds
  • 1 tablespoon brown sugar
  •  Chopped walnuts, to taste
  • Butter, to taste
To prepare:
  • Bring 3/4 cup water, milk, or soymilk to a boil, reduce heat, let sit
  • Measure 1/4 cup oats into your Thermos
  • Add dried cranberries, chia seeds, brown sugar, and walnuts if you want (but make sure they're chopped--if they're not, they are too big, and overpower the oatmeal.)
  • Mix dry oats thoroughly with cranberries, chia seeds, walnuts, and brown sugar
  • Bring liquid back to a boil, and pour 3/4 cups over oats
  • Secure lid, let sit for 45 minutes to 1 hour, shaking or rolling gently twice within that time span
  • Add butter, to taste
Enjoy!