So what better time to post? Right. I am sitting at work waiting which just stinks. I hate waiting. And I have been waiting for a while now, and I just don't want to get into it.
This weekend was pretty decent however. I spent a large portion with Matt. And well family all around. Matt came to Provo on Friday, July 3rd to sleep out and save a spot for the parade on Saturday. I am constantly agreeing to things like this with Matt because I have this desire to be the 'coolest' big sister. Sleeping out all night on the streets with a large crowd was a golden opportunity to score more points in The Matt's Favorite Sibling Game. I don't know who had a better time though, me or Matt.
We slept on University Avenue (it's a main street in Provo, so lots of cars, plus lots of cars because it's the 3rd of July in Provo, along the parade route) I sat with a couple of my friends and we just couldn't get enough of staring into the street at the bikers, the scooter owners acting like bikers, the teenagers, the cop cars, the sirens, the projectors lining the streets with guitar hero (because if we are going to sleep out for the parade, we don't want to be bored, and we sure don't want you to show us up by bringing your cooler and tent to the street.)
This weekend was pretty decent however. I spent a large portion with Matt. And well family all around. Matt came to Provo on Friday, July 3rd to sleep out and save a spot for the parade on Saturday. I am constantly agreeing to things like this with Matt because I have this desire to be the 'coolest' big sister. Sleeping out all night on the streets with a large crowd was a golden opportunity to score more points in The Matt's Favorite Sibling Game. I don't know who had a better time though, me or Matt.
We slept on University Avenue (it's a main street in Provo, so lots of cars, plus lots of cars because it's the 3rd of July in Provo, along the parade route) I sat with a couple of my friends and we just couldn't get enough of staring into the street at the bikers, the scooter owners acting like bikers, the teenagers, the cop cars, the sirens, the projectors lining the streets with guitar hero (because if we are going to sleep out for the parade, we don't want to be bored, and we sure don't want you to show us up by bringing your cooler and tent to the street.)
I got tired around 1 and pulled a blanket over my head and went to sleep. Apparently it started raining, then pouring. I didn't notice a thing. My friends asked me in the morning, "How on earth did you sleep through the rain?... and the bikers dragging the street all night?... and those obnoxious kids playing UNO at an unreasonable noise level just two feet away?" I just shrugged. I actually don't know how. I do remember waking up two times in the night and frantically wondering where Matt was. I don't remember if I actually found out the answer to that question ... Matt is hysterical though. I woke up for good at 6 am and Matt wasn't sleeping next to me, so I sat up and called his phone, and started looking around. I saw him before he answered his phone, 20 feet away, across the sidewalk, surrounded by three girls. I almost died laughing. Matt told me the girls had dry blankets and his were saturated. I told him I was proud of him for being solutions oriented. He and I headed home at this point and slept through the parade (really, sitting in the blazing sun would be irrational.)
Eric, Matt and I spent quality time watching tv, and Brian and Cathy fed Eric and I some delicious brats for dinner. We watched fireworks with Brian and Cathy, Mom and Dad, and Wayne and Lois.
Eric, Matt and I spent quality time watching tv, and Brian and Cathy fed Eric and I some delicious brats for dinner. We watched fireworks with Brian and Cathy, Mom and Dad, and Wayne and Lois.
Eric and I watching fireworks
Here's the cute baby girl we love:
Matt teaching me how to nose manual:
1 comment:
It was good to see you haven't forgotten how to blog after all! I've been missing you lately. It was a cute story, and cute pictures of Annabelle. Love you and see you Sunday I hope.
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