It’s been well over a month since I blogged, but shut up, I’m too busy spending time with chicks.
The whole family was in Utah for Thanksgiving, including Emily. Roni was nice enough to let her go with us for the week, and we all had a good time, even me. We got up there Tuesday evening, and Lane showed up with pizza a few minutes later. I only mention this because I really like food, and more specifically, pizza.
The next morning I decided it would be fun to take Emily and Lindsay to the park. There was some other chick there with her kids. Oddly, she didn’t immediately tell her kids to stay away from me. Seeing as how this was uncharted territory for me, I didn’t know how to react, but we struck up a conversation. As we conversed it turned out she is a fan of Eric’s. She used to read his junk in whatever newspaper he wrote for, and she knew who Jeff was too, on accounta they live near each other. After playing for a while, Emily told me she was thirsty. There wasn’t a drinking fountain there, which is a bunch of poo, and I didn’t feel like walking back yet. So I did the fatherly thing, and tried to help her by throwing a wood chip at her to distract her from her thirst. She threw it back (quite accurately, I can proudly say) and it turned into a little fight. The mom there (we’ll call her Paula, since that was her name) was nice enough to let me throw stuff at her kids, too, so that was cool. I would have done it anyway, don’t get me wrong, but still. So I threw a wood chip at one of them too, and before I knew it it had become a war, which I dominated. When I started getting tired, and losing, I declared the fight over and we went back to Jeff’s house. I did take a picture of Emily and Lindsay at the top of the slide first, though.
Later that day, all of us who were there already except Jeff went to Salt Lake to see Temple Square. It was really cool to see the Salt Lake Temple and the Tabernacle (which was much smaller than I expected) and all the neat stuff in the Visitor’s Center. I love historical stuff like that, and everyone had a good time. I took some pictures, including one on the way up there of a car with a Utah license plate, but with Obama stickers on the bumper. What the crap?
My hair and I both look awesome in this picture.
The next day was Thanksgiving, a day of football and food. That morning Jeff and I went to play in the Turkey Bowl. I scored two touchdowns, but I think I could have scored more if a: Jeff could throw, or b: I didn’t have to rest for 3 out of every 4 plays. Man, I’m fat. We won though, and towards the beginning of the game I took the other team’s best player out by accidentally ripping his shorts off of him while grabbing for his flag. Let this be a lesson: good things ALWAYS happen when you try to grab another man’s flag. Laura and Joy arrived later that morning, and some people made food while I sat there and didn’t. When it was time to eat, I discovered that the food was superb. Good job, Mom and Jeff! As I was eating, though, I realized that I had forgotten to take my Don’t Crap My Pants pill that morning. Right when I realized it, I think my brain sent a signal to my bowels, telling it to punish me. I spent most of the rest of dinner paying for my crimes in a small room consisting only of a toilet and a sink.
The next day was my birthday. I got up in the morning and went for a leisurely walk around the neighborhood, which was quite pleasant. When I decided to come back, I realized that I was kinda far away and didn’t want to walk back. I quickly made a wish that the fool in the Obama car would come by and give me a ride, but nobody did. Up mine, and happy birthday. That night we had a birthday party for Emily and me, and by “party” I mean we opened some presents and ate Clarence Thomas cake (chocolate on the outside, white on the inside). It was quite tasty.
The next morning we came home. We left at around 8:00, but hit traffic off and on all the way from Vegas, turning a 9-plus hour trip into an 11-plus hour trip. I’m getting tired of writing, so I’ll just say it was a good week and Emily had lots of fun, spending nearly every minute with Lindsay, both awake and asleep, and now I’ll put a couple more pictures up. Up yours, specifically.
Uppity chicks
