So, that's what I did for the 4th of July -- ate and ate and ate and ate. It was all delicious and patriotically festive though.
Also, I helped out with the Granite Community Carnival. Every year, the community throws a breakfast, parade, and carnival, and dudes, it's the best thing ever. EVER (well, after Halloween - but it is the best thing ever for the 4th of July) EVER!!! Especially the parade. It's all full of kids on bikes, dressed up goats, old cars, old tractors, veterans, chickens, dressed up dogs, scooters, fire engines, DeLoreans, did I mention dressed up goats?
AAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaand I went rock climbing for the first time ever, and really know what it means to be sore for the first time ever.
Also, barbeques, Return of the Jedi, fireworks, sleeping outside, hiking (which also involved me having to carry a plastic bag of dog (or, based on the smell, what I actually suspect was bipedal humanoid) poo all the way home because someone thought the middle of the trail was an adequate depository for their/their dog's excrement.
But it wasn't all crap. Most of it was not, but was, in fact, full of all the patriotic magic that Independence Day can muster.
I certainly didn't have as cool of a 4th of July as Ted though, but I'll settle for my home-grown, all-American goodness that was.
Also, I helped out with the Granite Community Carnival. Every year, the community throws a breakfast, parade, and carnival, and dudes, it's the best thing ever. EVER (well, after Halloween - but it is the best thing ever for the 4th of July) EVER!!! Especially the parade. It's all full of kids on bikes, dressed up goats, old cars, old tractors, veterans, chickens, dressed up dogs, scooters, fire engines, DeLoreans, did I mention dressed up goats?
AAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaand I went rock climbing for the first time ever, and really know what it means to be sore for the first time ever.
Also, barbeques, Return of the Jedi, fireworks, sleeping outside, hiking (which also involved me having to carry a plastic bag of dog (or, based on the smell, what I actually suspect was bipedal humanoid) poo all the way home because someone thought the middle of the trail was an adequate depository for their/their dog's excrement.
But it wasn't all crap. Most of it was not, but was, in fact, full of all the patriotic magic that Independence Day can muster.
I certainly didn't have as cool of a 4th of July as Ted though, but I'll settle for my home-grown, all-American goodness that was.
3 comments:
Sounds like a great weekend. I can't believe you carried a bag of poop down the trail! How considerate of you. And how dumb of the people that left it there in the first place.
I know! Stupid poopy people!
Also, for clarification, when I went rock climbing, it was not the first time I have ever been sore, but it sure seemed to be the sorest I have ever been, thus making it like the first time for me. I don't want you all to think I'm some show-off muscle woman who can pull a truck with my pinky finger and never get a sore muscle.
My parents have decided that we need to come out next year for the parade so the kids can be in it. Maybe that will coincide with our (theoretical) 10 year reunion. And then Cristian will be home in just over a year, too. We'll see!
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