I did make it to Alien Fresh Jerky. It had aliens and space ships, but I wanted it to be a little bit more run down. It looked like any other shop, which is weird considering that it is in Baker. Shouldn't it look more like a meth lab? The people inside certainly looked like they had just come from one.
1. My dad has an alarming amount of 1960s protest songs on his iPod. Like he doesn't wear a suit and tie every single day. Also, no surprise, he has a lot of Bob Dylan. I think it's a real testament to Bob Dylan's talent as a song writer that he's such an icon considering how his voice sounds like a cross between a Jew's harp and a leaf blower that can't quite get started.
2. Rac and I had a slumber party. She picked me up at 5 and we started talking. We talked all the way through dinner. We talked at the store while we picked up provisions. We talked through a marathon of ANTM. We talked as we colored. We talked and talked and talked. And then we went to bed at 3. And then we woke up and talked some more. This is why the slumber party was necessary. In the time since we were roommates we would get an hour here or there about once a year and that's just not enough. We needed a substantial chunk of time. And ice cream. And crayons. As a sign that the night was on the right track, when we walked into the restaurant for dinner (Station 22 in Provo. Locals, it's tasty.) Squirrel Nut Zippers was playing. Man, we loved that band in 1997.
3. When I was a student at BYU and working on campus, Education Week was the second worst week of the year (the first being Women's Conference. You have no idea how mean a pack of Mormon women can be.) So when my dad asked if I wanted to go to the Tuesday devotional I hesitated. I mean, the crowds, and the pushing, those flashbacks of trying to buy my books at the bookstore and nearly being stampeded as I crossed in front of the candy counter. But I went (super glad I did. It was great), and then I went to my dad's class, and we even gave the bookstore and the CougarEat a shot, and we survived. I didn't have to punch anyone in the face. Also, I love being on campus. It's pretty and filled with good memories.
4. Speaking of campus, as we were passing by the Jesse Knight Building (formerly the Jesse Knight Humanities Building and my home for 3 years since nearly every class I had was held deep in its basement) Dad informed me that Jesse Knight was a mining baron who used his fortune to help the school. I felt a real connection to him since I too spent my years there toiling underground.
5. Casey has mono, for the second time. Sam had Early Onset Kidney Stones (like father, like son), and Eliza was barfing. Get a grip, Knechts!
6. Let's just look at my nieces and nephews for a sec. Could you just die over how cute they are?
Ben started the first grade (ugh!), Tom spent about an hour telling me all about Pokemon, Eliza helped me make waffles, Levi actually sat in my lap, and Addie is too cute for words. They're all so funny and I love them. Also, their parents are my favorite people. I loved hanging out with them for a few days. Give them back to me Utah! Or else!
Here's a parting shot for you:
See, Gina, I didn't post it on Facebook.