Celtics vs. Lakers

Not much in the way of sports-related entries here, but it's been a slow week, so here's what's on my mind. I watched part of the NBA Finals game 2 on Sunday, and I plan on watching some of tonight's game (Thursday I was at the Stake center all evening, so I missed game 1), and something interesting happened. You see, I grew up a Jazz fan, as dad and I would go to a few games every season. Even after we moved out East, we were able to see the Jazz periodically--I went to away games in DC, Philly, and NYC. (I also remember a Bullets preseason game in Baltimore, but I don't think it was against Utah.)

But at the time the Jazz were not contenders, so I defaulted to rooting for the Lakers once Utah was eliminated--even though it was often LA that did the eliminating. I liked Magic and Kareem and Worthy, and, more importantly, I disliked Bird and McHale and DJ. So I would root for Showtime and against the Cs.

This year presents a different dilemma. I still have a soft spot in my heart for the Purple and Gold, and Boston still reminds me of Bird's faux-'fro, but I find Kobe and Phil Jackson repugnant--always have, always will. The '04 finals were tough for me, because I wanted Karl Malone to get a ring, even with the Lakers, but I could not root for that team.

But it's hard to root for the Celtics, in part because of Carolyn's pseudo-Boston hubby and Beantown's annoying string of athletic successes. If the Patriots had won the Super Bowl, this would be a no-brainer and I'd root for LA. Luckily, they lost in a crushing manner, so the issue remains.

While watching Sunday's game, however, it became clear. as much as I cringe at the thought of another Boston title, I find myself cheering for the Celtics for one reason--Kevin Garnett. He's the kind of player I respect--hard-working, respectful of the game, a good teammate, intense but grounded, loyal to his first team (even when they collapsed around him like a poorly-built bridge). And to see him with a solid team is exciting. So, against my history and my good sense of rooting against the Bay State--Go Celtics!

Another Serious Post?!?

One of my regular website rituals is to visits the Newsroom page on the Church's site to see what's up in the world of Mormonness. This may be a result of having gotten the Church News as a kid and not getting it now, or simply my way of making up for wasting time at the ESPN website everyday. Anyhow, one of my favorite features is the commentary, which is, I suppose, related to the regular commentary feature in the print Church News.

A recent piece on the newsroom interested me. It's called "The Religious Experience of Mormonism," and while it's not anything earth-shattering, it for me confirms and articulates some things I find important.

The main thrust of the piece is that the gospel we embrace is rooted in a personal relationship with Deity that transcends traditional Christian ideas of theology. I have heard the critique that Mormons have doctrine, not theology (there's not school of theology at BYU, for example), but I find that idea attractive. Theology is too much of an insular, theoretical construct for my taste; I like the idea that conversion (a lifelong process) is rooted not in creed, but in what the article refers to as " much deeper level of experience that motivates individuals to action." It's not just what or how you believe, it's how you feel and how you act on those beliefs.

I think about this in particular in terms of raising children. They ask insightful and often challenging questions about religion and ethics, but ultimately what they want to know is "what will make me happy?" and "what should I do with my beliefs?" This helps me to realize that the answers we give--and, in fact, all of our religious instruction--should focus on developing a relationship with God that is both personal and outward-reaching, both feeling something for the Lord and doing something for others based on that feeling. I want our children to love God and to therefore share that love with others through meaningful and sincere service and charity.

Now, how to do that...

Sigma Tau Beta

On Thursday (her birthday) Allyson had a pretty awful stomach ailment that forced us to move Evan, who for the whole of his mortal existence has slept in Allyson’s room, to the boys’ room. It went surprisingly well, as the boys were quiet and calm when they went to bed, and all three slept well. So we decided to buy and set up bunk beds for Ryan and Isaac. We spent most of the day Saturday shopping for and setting up bunk beds, including buying the bed itself, a new mattress, and bedding.

After moving the boys in, I decided that the three of them together make for a noisy, smelly, crazy room, and it reminded me of a fraternity. So we have dubbed their room Sigma Tau Beta—STB, for Small Turner Boys, or Stinky Turner Boys, as Summer prefers. (This then reminds me of Sigma Tau Delta, the honor society for English studies; a professor once quipped that it’s unfortunate that English majors are honored by induction into STD.)


Anyhow, here’s a look inside at STB:
Ryan, as you can see, already has his party face on...

A Beautiful Day

No, this isn't about Stew's least favorite U2 song. It's about springtime in Albuquerque. Today was such a day--warm, but not too hot (we still don't have the swamp cooler turned on, and we're surviving--as Summer reminds me, she's not pregnant this year), gorgeous blue sky. So today after church and naps (Evan and I both snoozed--Summer claims we both snoozed during church too, but I was just listening carefully--I do that better with my eyes closed), we made a quick trip to the temple grounds. Here the kids display unbridled enthusiasm for the visit (actually, the boys are unhappy about having to sit still for 10 seconds to take a picture, but they're still cute):
As we strolled, Summer decided to put Evan on her shoulders, which is typically my thing. Not bad, though, for a girl:
And here are two pictures of the temple itself. First, looking up at the spire on the east face:
And second, toward the front door from the fountain near the parking lot (courtesy of Summer):
The ABQ temple is small, but not the size of the year-2000-era minis. But still the smallest temple I have ever been in. It's very cozy and comfortable in terms of size and decor. And it took us 22 minutes to drive from our house across town to the temple grounds. Admittedly, that commute is longer during the week with traffic, but certainly not 2.5 hours from the farmhouse to DC, as per my teen years. One of the 10 best things about living in ABQ.

Finally, here the crew poses by the fountain:

Wish We Caught It on Video!

What a great weekend! Since all of my family was there, and Roy's family probably doesn't want to hear the boring details I don't want to say too much. So I'll just stick to the funniest moments of our trip. Most of them actually happened to be in the car, where either more funny things occur, or you're in such a weird state of mind that anything seems funny. Here are some highlights about each person in our not so little family

Evan discovered he loves apples and gnawed on a core for about 20 minutes. It would have been less time, but he would scream everytime I tried to take it away.

Isaac learned that he can have as many ladders as he wants when, as he puts it, he is "a grown up man." This was a huge source of delight for him.

Ryan posed the following questions to Allyson, "Do I have any more gum in my eyebrow?" No explanation needed.

Allyson, after one of the several potty stops on the trip, was asked why she uses the paper towels, as this wastes trees. Her reason? "I don't like using those air dryers to dry my hands, it wastes air." We know where her priorities stand.

Summer...Me? My funniest moment was on our way home. As I was driving through downtown Moab and was sitting at a stop light I fell asleep! Can you say sleep deprived?

Roy, needed to keep himself awake on the way up to Utah. So he blasted Bon Jovi's "Livin' On A Prayer" and sang along. Apparently this worked, cause he never fell asleep.

My Six Words Worth

So, since my last post, I've been thinking more about the Six-Word Memoir project and my efforts and writing some pieces. Here's what I've come up with:

• Still camping after all these years
• One daughter, three sons, full life
• Too young to feel this old
• Still haven't caught a foul ball...
• Often struck out swinging; never looking
• More like my dad every day
• Yes, I'm still writing my dissertation...
• The baby is now crawling--egads!
• Waking up smiling nearly every day

Feel free to add your own six words.

Why is it...?

Why is it...?

...Evan started pulling himself up to standing the same day he crawled forward?

...Isaac asks so many questions that are impossible to answer?

...Ryan can remember every detail about the solar system, but can't remember that I asked him to take something to the trash?

...Allyson turned out to be a pack rat, when I am nothing like that?