Monday, December 29, 2008

A Christmas Miracle

Since I know some of you are waiting with baited breath to find out what Greg bought me for Christmas this year, I thought I would post an update. As a warning, this blog may be extra long because it will take me a while to explain exactly how wonderful and meaningful my Christmas gift was this year.


For about 200 years, two twin Bur Oaks stood at Severson Dells Forest Preserve at the corner of the southwestern parking lot. These Bur Oaks had seen centuries of our natural history...Native Americans, rolling tallgrass prairie, bison, the first white settlers, and eventually the establishment of the Severson Dells Education Foundation, which led to the preservation of the 400-acre woodlands and prairie and the Nature Center. Thanks to Severson Dells' mission to connect people to nature and educate the next generation on the importance of our natural environment and conservation, hundreds of children have passed under the shade of the twin Bur Oaks, including myself and Greg as children.


About a year ago, the larger of the twin Bur Oaks fell, due to natural causes (heartwood rot). After 200 years, it was tired. Enter my husband. Greg felt it was extremely important to preserve this invaluable piece of the Severson Dells landscape and natural history, so he petitioned the Winnebago County Forest Preserve to allow him and his friend Trevor Nicholson of Nicholson Lawn and Garden to cut "cookies" (circular cross-sections) from the giant tree and use them as an educational tool within the Nature Center (teach kids how to count tree rings, tree biology, natural history, etc.). Surprisingly, the Forest Preserve agreed to let him take 4 cookies - 1 for Severson Dells Nature Center, 1 for the Executive Director of Severson Dells, 1 for Trevor, and 1 for himself. We were so excited to learn that we got to keep a chunk of OUR history, since both of us have been going to Severson Dells since we were in our mothers' wombs. It is one of our most cherished places, which is why we are now on the Board of Directors and doing the best we can to make it available to generations to come.


With almost a year's worth of work, Greg, Trevor, and I finished the slabs. First they had to be waxed (to prevent moisture from escaping too quickly and cracking the slabs), then they had to be dried in a kiln for 4-5 months, then the wax had to be removed, then sanded, then rotted areas had to be hardened and preserved with special chemicals, then stained with Tung Oil, and finally, polyurethaned. We turned our cookie into a coffeetable by placing it on top of half an old whiskey barrel. Sometimes I still can't believe a piece of that tree is in our living room. When we finished the slab for Severson Dells and unveiled it at the Luminaria on December 13, the Rock River Times featured Greg and Trevor and the Bur Oak in a cover story.


After we finished our coffeetable, I remarked about how nice it would be if we had a piece of artwork I've seen only at the Severson Dells Nature Center. It is a large matted and framed series of 4 photographs of the twin Bur Oaks when they were still standing, one for each season. Being a very amateur photographer, I have a penchant for photo-art and art in general, which is why at 26 years-old, Greg and I have more artwork in our home than most people twice our age. I had asked about who had taken these pictures and found out it was Brad Nordlof, a very talented local photographer who owns Northern Leaf Imaging gallery, but realized that I would probably never be able to afford his artwork.


My husband, in his infinite ability to network, got in touch with Brad. He found out that the piece of art I wanted would cost approximately $2,000, obviously WAY outside our Christmas spending limit of $400. But instead of giving up, he bartered with Brad. He gave Brad $300 cash and told him about the log furniture we build. At first Brad was skeptical, but once he saw how talented Greg is at building log furniture, he commissioned Greg to build all of the outdoor furniture for the new house he is building this spring. In return, I have the Twin Bur Oaks in 4 Seasons in a beautiful barnwood frame, hanging on the wall above the actual oak slab coffeetable. Unreal. I cried when I opened it.


I was so proud of my normally Christmas-gift-inept husband. He jumped through all these hoops to get me one of the best gifts I could ever dream of, without my knowledge, kept the secret for months, and somehow got a business deal out of the whole thing as well. Since Brad belongs to a very elite group of local artists, having Greg's creations at his home will open Greg up to more business and exposure than he could have expected. And, even better, we will get to work together all summer and fall to collect the lumber and build and finish the furniture. He knocked it out of the park!


And in case you're wondering, I also got some of the "usual Greg" gifts - another giant clip for all my rock climbing, a mesh bag to hold rope (?), and a headlamp in case I need to run a heavy mining operation. :)

Monday, December 22, 2008

Do I put him in the Doghouse?

My husband's philosophy on gift giving: "We're so in love that she couldn't possibly have different tastes, wants, or needs than I do, so I will buy a gift that we both can use."
Wife's translation: "He can't resist buying me something that he will end up using more himself."

I, being a completely selfless Christmas gift-giver, always buy him something that is "just for him" - something he really wants and that I probably will never use or care for. That is why I am somewhat hurt every year when I can expect some poorly wrapped package under the tree from my husband that at first instinct, seems like an extremely selfish gift. That is, one that he will use himself.

Here are some of "these" gifts he's given me in Christmases of yore:
  • a giant carabiner for rock climbing or clipping very heavy things (neither of which I do);
  • men's pajamas (which he ends up wearing);
  • gift certificates for places he likes to shop and usually ends up talking me into spending my gift card on him;
  • Quite a few articles of clothing in men's sizes over the years;
  • a sleeping pad for camping that he ends up taking on his camping trips;
  • Something from Nicholson Hardware or Nicholson Lawn and Garden (Trevor - it doesn't help when another clueless male helps him shop!);
  • and most notably and notoriously, the infamous Rabbit Fur Hat Christmas. He bought me a rabbit fur bomber hat (think: Cousin Eddie in National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation) to wear when we go ice fishing, along with a pair of extremely warm mittens from REI. Now, it was thoughtful since he wanted me to be warm in the cold winters of Northern Minnesota. But it's just what every girl wants for Christmas, right? Well, he ends up wearing them to work more than I have ever worn them. Here is a picture of me wearing my fabulous hat.
So this Christmas he informs me that 1) he has spent more money on me this year than in years past, and 2) that he has had to jump through quite a few hoops to procure whatever gem he's dreamed up for himself, I mean, me, for Christmas. I can't wait to update you on what he's come up with this year!

Monday, December 15, 2008

Firsts and Lasts

Disclaimer: I'll apologize in advance if this blog entry doesn't make much sense to those who do not know me and what my family has been through in the last 6 months, but I'm writing it more for me than anyone else.

I am not nearly as excited about this holiday season as usual. I'm usually listening to Christmas music in September. I have my shopping done by November. Christmas decorations typically make an appearance before I've even bought the turkey for Thanksgiving. But this year is a year of firsts and lasts.

The last Christmas my brother might spend with us for a long time.
The first Christmas with an empty seat at The Kid's Table.
The last Christmas morning that Greg and I will be "just us."
The first Christmas we'll be waiting for a cousin to come in from chores instead of Uncle Mike.
The last Christmas I can technically claim I'm still "one of the kids."
The first Christmas with no French Horn in our band, and one less audience member.
The first Christmas marked more by sadness than by joy, and hopefully the last.

Monday, December 8, 2008

10 weeks and counting...

I haven't done one of these "pregnancy woes" blogs in a while, so I thought maybe it was time for an update as I take a break from writing out my Christmas cards.

Embarassing thing I have eaten: I got Chinese last Friday from my favorite restaurant and ate the whole order (including not one, but two, eggrolls) over the span of a few hours at my desk. But I was so full I didn't eat dinner that night!

Silly thing I got angry over: Mostly work stuff. I need to just realize that my job is always going to be an amorphous, unpredictable source of stress, and I just need to let it go and do my "8-5" like everyone else.

Silly thing that made me cry: I haven't really been a crier, at least not over silly things. I choked back a few during Silent Night at the variety show the other night, but considering the circumstance, it wasn't silly.

Thing that made me laugh uncontrollably: My sister-in-law at the chorus concert. She apparently doesn't think much of people with pink hair! :)

Most annoying side effect of being knocked up: Getting pummeled in the ribs by our child, who I'm convinced already has some sort of vendetta against me.

Thing about motherhood that's starting to scare me: That I will be a mom in less than 10 weeks - that's scary enough!

Monday, December 1, 2008

The Muppet Family Thanksgiving

I spent alot of time this Thanksgiving thinking about what I am thankful for, and I think I spent alot of time thinking about it because there is a very long list. But right up at the top of that list are our wonderful friends.

Every year for 7 years now, our friends have gathered at our house for Thanksgiving dinner. It started as a tradition when none of us could make the trek home from college to celebrate the holiday with our families, and none of Greg's friends had girlfriends or wives to cook for them. Since those early years with just Jeff, the Boy, and us around the table, it has morphed into such an anticipated celebration that people now travel from far and wide to come see us for Thanksgiving. This year, we had attendees from Idaho, Michigan, Minnesota, and of course Illinois, but Josh and Ruth get the prize for spending 37 hours on a train just to help eat our 23-pound turkey, Gordon.

The core group that started it all - me, Greg, Jeff, and the Boy - have never missed a year, but each year we get all sorts of new additions. This year I was actually blessed with other girls in attendance (a rare occasion), including Ruth from Idaho and Erin from Minnesota. Why these girls who barely even know our crazy group of friends would want to spend three days and nights with us is beyond me, but I'm sure it was an experience for them. :)

Greg and I know we are extremely lucky to have such dedicated and loving friends. Friends who clean up the house when their stay is over, friends who don't mind inventing games in the garage because it's too cold to play outside, friends who love sleeping in giant blanket-piles on the floor every year, friends who enjoy watching and commenting on crazy info-mercials because we don't have cable (What's that, Bowser - only four easy payments of 29.99?), friends who leave a gift of coffee and chocolate behind when they go, friends who we wouldn't trade for anything in the world. That's why this year, I've decided to dub our gathering The Muppet Family Thanksgiving, because that's what all of us really are - a bunch of weird muppets that love to hang out and sing songs together! Not to mention watch Muppet Family Christmas together!

Here is some of our cast of muppets:
Jeff

The Boy and The Girl (Erin)

Me, and our very own live muppet, Heifer, who is standing on the workbench.The weirdest muppet of them all, Greg, playing garage frisbee. The Curtii - the singular of Curtis, of course.Josh, a.k.a Spazikiah, sleeping on the train.