So I did something kind of crazy--well, crazy in my view of things. I chopped my hair off, about 4 or 5 inches and now have a sort of layered bob. My hair is more often than not unruly and sort of a interesting mix of wavy, curly, frizzy, poofball style, so I am hoping that having less hair to fix will help with that problem. I am still trying to figure out what to do and how to style it. It will likely be a process of trial and error. This picture is my attempt to tame the mane.
Monday, August 25, 2008
Haircut
So I did something kind of crazy--well, crazy in my view of things. I chopped my hair off, about 4 or 5 inches and now have a sort of layered bob. My hair is more often than not unruly and sort of a interesting mix of wavy, curly, frizzy, poofball style, so I am hoping that having less hair to fix will help with that problem. I am still trying to figure out what to do and how to style it. It will likely be a process of trial and error. This picture is my attempt to tame the mane.
Alissa visits Charlotte
We visited an open air farmer's market with fruits, vegetables, baked goods, bottled products, fresh flowers, and arts & cra
fts. Ruth and I had planned a Sunday picnic so we purchased a variety of foods to snack on. She also bought several bouquets of fresh flowers as gifts for friends she has made here; we were little elves and delivered them secretly. Afterward, we went to the Lowe's Motor Speedway, which is amazingly enormous! The visitor's center was already closed, but we found an open gate and slipped in just to see the track. For dinner we had Eastern North Carolina BBQ (vinegar base instead of tomato base) at a place called Bubba's.
Ruth visits Atlanta
Over the wee
kend of June 13-15, my great friend and previous BYU roommate Ruth came to visit me in Atlanta. She had an internship at a law firm in Charlotte, North Carolina for the summer and was able to come down (about 3.5-4 hour drive). She arrived Friday evening and we ended up talking until the wee hours of the morning! Saturday was quite a full day. The day started with going to get pedicures--a first for both of us. My favorite part was the foot massage in a spa-like tub, which was quite relaxing. Then we visited the Atlanta Temple grounds where the flower beds are looking their best right now. As the summer goes on they have a tendency to get rather wild, but in mid June they are at that picture perfect stage--yea! We went to lunch at a little American contine
ntal bistro place called Fresh to Order (F2O) in Sandy Springs. Most of the rest of the day was spent at the Georgia Aquarium, which is a fairly new feature to the Atlanta touristy scene and one of the biggest in the world. We played with starfish and sea urchins, pet sharks, watched whales, and stingrays, and otters, and sea lions...and had a great time acting like kids! To finish off our day we went to a fabulous Cajun seafood restaurant called Pappadeux. Ruth was feeling rather adventuresome and ordered froglegs & fried alligator; I was much more conservative and just ordered gumbo and a greek salad. And of course, we HAD to order dessert--true southern fare: banana pudding and sweet potato-pe
can pie. Yum! Ruth was able to stay and attend my ward (Northpoint) where she ran into someone she knows from her law school program! She left early Monday morning at the same time I left for work at the temple. What a wonderful weekend!
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Yellow Rose Memories

I talked to Mom on Sunday about Grandma Hoke's memorial service, which I was not able to attend. As part of the service each person who felt comfortable doing so could share a good memory of her and then place a yellow rose (her favorite flower) on the stand. I want to record here some of my yellow rose memories.
One consistently memorable thing I remember about her is that in any letter or birthday card she sent she always began it, "Hi sweetie..." I have always liked pet names or nicknames, and even though they may be generic, they are still endearing titles of affection. Perhaps all the grandchildren were greeted with this same title; it doesn't diminish its significance for me.
On my eighth birthday I received a package from Grandma Hoke. I still remember the hot run out to the mailbox in bare feet to find it. She recognized it was a important milestone for me, though she may not have understood all the reasons. She sent me a little Precious Moments plush doll with a birthday cake in her hands and a card wishing me the best on my "special day."
At BYU one birthday, (sophomore year perhaps?) she send me some fancy custom-made cookies shaped and decorated like flowers. On another birthday she sent a collection of soup and muffin mixes.
Our Christmases in the recent past have been fun because of the thoughtful gifts Grandma sent. One year all the girls received different types of animal slippers (monkey, pig, elephant, kitten...etc.) Another year all the girls received pajamas.
Grandma supported me in my achievements even though we rarely ever lived near enough to make her visits very convenient. She came to Iowa to attend my high school graduation and we took old fashioned vintage pictures just for fun (Grandma, mom, Emily, and me). She also attended my college graduation and gave me a beautiful cross-stitched and custom framed design commemorating my achievement. Her gift hangs on my wall in the front room of my apartment.
In January of 2000 I went up to visit her over a long weekend while at BYU and recorded her life history. How grateful I am that I did that! It has since been transcribed and distributed and though not terribly detailed, is a record, nonetheless, and a blessing to have.
Though the last years of her life were often discouraging and painful, they served to help bring together my mom, my aunts, and my grandma. I am grateful that her cancer provided that opportunity for their relationship to be rebuilt.
Monday, July 7, 2008
Home Sweet Home
In Boise Grandpa shared with us some of his own homemade grape juice, made from the grapes that he grows in his own back yard! This is pretty impressive for an almost 87-year old! Aunt Susanne was, as usual, all generosity with her food and good company. The main reason we went, though, was to see Grandma in the hospital. In accordance with Haslam tradition, before we left, Dad gave her a back massage and Lauren and I each took a foot and plenty of lotion and massaged her feet. She loved it! Good memories.
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