Roadtrippy!

So my brother got married, which only means one thing - ROADTRIP! I loaded up in the truck with two of my smelly sisters and parents and roadtripped it to Oregon. It was a party! I was in a real life game of Oregon Trail. My sister almost died of dysentary and I killed over three thousand pounds of buffalo but I could only carry ten pounds back. But I digress...

We went on the coolest River Rafting Trip ever! One of the coolest things I've ever done in my life, exception being the time I pulled the lever for the chemical shower in the science lab. We also went Temple hopping - we saw 6 temples and went in three of them. I also saw tons of cool family like my grandparents (my grandpa thinks i'm lippy, whatever that means), my aunt Suzie and uncle Lowell, and my aunt Lori and uncle Mark in Idaho. It was a party! That was our awesome week - river rafting, temple hopping, and family. oh and I almost forgot, my brother got married. that was fun too, i guess. there was the wedding, and the reception, and the luncheon (i gave a tear jerking toast... written by my sister. apparently i'm not trusted with saying anything in front of strangers without a script), and decorating the car. It was cool.

And this is our High School Musical pose picture. While ditching the reception, we took the opportunity to take pictures that included the HSM pose and tree hugging. You just haven't experienced Oregon until you've been a tree hugging hippie. i'm just sayin'...

Moral of the Story: It's only creepy if you make it creepy.

Another reason i love wistie...

http://wistie.blogspot.com/2009/07/r-r-random.html

Moral of the Story: Wistie puts the dang love in random. it's there, look for it.

Our Fallen Fowl Friend

On June 25, 2009, three memorable beings died. The King of Pop, Charlie's Angel, and Ed Bert. Ed Bert passed on from this bitter cruel world. She died from heat exhaustion under the triple digits of the Arizona sun. I tried to do everything I could to save her. But I was too late and she moved on to a big bird heaven in the sky. But to make sure I sent her off in style. And yes, I wrote that correctly. Ed bert is indeed a female chicken aka a hen. I might have named her after she died and I apparently do not know the difference between a hen or a rooster. But i digress. I was determined to give Ed bert a funeral that any chicken would be proud of. My dad wanted to just throw her in the trash can but I felt it was my harry potteric duty to dig a grave and bury him personally. So after an eight hour shift at Payless, I came home to dig a hole at the hottest part of the day. But before I continue, let me describe his cemetary location. Our roping shoot, I recently discovered, is an illegal graveyard for horses and cows. Picture Lion King, if you will, with the elephant graveyard. Pretty much the same idea. So I chose an ideal spot next to the Jeep with a prime view of the McDonald's arch and started digging. The cows just happened to be in the roping shoot and they joined the circle to remember their fallen fowl friend. I spent about an hour digging a grave worthy of chicken royalty. Then the funeral service began. Nothing was lacking. We obviously had a vicar, which i just recently found out is a clergical officiator. Bishop Ellsworth was there to offer a beautiful eulogy. And I might be mistaken but I think I saw a tear in one of the cow's eyes. We then had a musical number provided by my iPod - Wind Beneath My Wings by Bette Midler. It was a beautiful ceremony.

Moral of the Story - Never invite a cow to a funeral. (Apparently, cows are not respectful of the dead. As I left the funeral service, I watched as a cow walked over and micturated on the newly dug grave. And that is why I will never bury a cow. That and because I'll prolly eat him for dinner.)

Saturday Schedule to Stimulate a Soporific Set

Do you remember in Sesame Street when they used to dedicate each episode to a certain letter? Well. . . yesterday I went back to my childhood years and took a leaf out of Big Bird's book. Yesterday was sponsored by the letter S.

Saturday Schemes
Sleepover with Stacy
Service at Salk Elementary School
Sleep
Swimming
Sun Bathing
Sun Burning
Strawberry Limeades at Sonic
Shopping at Superstition Springs for Senior pictures shirts (beat that!)
Service at Schaubs
Psych - Shawn in Santa Barbara
Sterling date
Snack - Chocolate cake at Wal-mart. (ok, kind of a stretch. but i was really craving choco cake!)
Watch SNL on Sesame Street
Psych again - (ok, so it starts with a 'p' but it has a 's' sound. so sue me!)

Moral of the Story - Ironically enough Stacy was never allowed to watch Sesame Street as a child. Apparently talking puppets are a poor substitute for teachers no matter how knowledgeable they are about the alphabet.