My Thanksgiving Break

Friday: School, obviously. String practice. Sleep.

Saturday: Speech Meet. Good discussion about orange peelers, proper washing of a sweatshirt and various states of shoe rattiness. I come home and fall asleep at 8:30.

Sunday: Chruch. The Happy List. Fireside about Humanitarian Relief in Guatemala.

Monday: Seminary. Remodeling. Moving furniture. Burning CDs. All that jazz.

Tuesday: Seminary. Driving to Utah. I bring wrong cord for DVD player, so we are stuck naming every single place we can think of that starts with the letter "A." Yeah. That bad. We also listen to 80s music. Then Apples discovers that she has Pride and Prejudice on CD. So we listen to that. I fall asleep on Apples's lap. Dad shocks us by stopping at Subway long enough to get subs and go to the bathroom. He's getting soft in his old age. We finally get to Provo, where we visit with cousins. Then we sign up for the Turkey Trot. Then we go to dinner with same cousins. Then we go back to cousin's house and play Scrabble until little boy cousin smashes it. Baby cousin attempts to eat letters. Then we go home.

Wednesday: What did we do? Um... oh yeah, we went to Wal-Mart and bought stuff for Thanksgiving. Then we visited with Seth, Karalenn, Makenzie and Kendyl... what sweethearts. So cute.

Thursday: Thanksgiving day. Wake up early, pick up Heather and run the turkey trot. Well, I walked with Allison, Holly, Hillory and Apples, but whatever. Take pictures of Courtney and Sydney in the baby race. Cheer for all the other cousins in thier races. Go home after determining that we will all eventually regain feeling in various parts. It was cold! Then I fell asleep for two hours. And then we went to Thanksgiving dinner at Grandma and Grandpa Hippen's. We had Great-grandma, Grandpa, Grandma, Dad, Mom, me, Apples, Eric, Ginette, Connor, Declan, Nathan, Heather, Chase, Avery, Courtney, Holly, Allison, James, Elaine, Steven, Hillory, Serenity, Cadence, Seth, Karalenn, Makenzie, Kendyl, Hannah, Eran, Zach, Sydney and some other people too. I hear stories about Denmark and resolve never to move there. We talk a lot. I learn a lot about my dad. For example, I did not know that he was a legend for being a hearthrob. Nor did I know that his name was all over a middle school he never attended. He also forgot to mention that his parents were known as "Lyle's dad" or "Lyle's mom." I wonder what dirt Apples will give to my kids when I'm old. Or even worse, what dirt Olive could give them. Scary thought. Then the conversation turns to me and dating. As the oldest grandchild, I am used to this. People freak out about me getting old and ask about dating. Dad responds that I cannot date until I am 30. I punch him. And it goes on... still wierd.

Friday: We drive home. More Pride and Prejudice. I fall asleep again. Yeah... We come home to a 40 degree house and for once we can smell our gas leak, which apparantly has been around for a while, but that we can never smell. Doesn't smell to wonderful. We do the only thing we can: open windows and bundle up.

The end.