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4th of July weekend

So I promised to tell you about the weekend. Here's the breakdown:

Dad came and picked me up Friday night at 8.
We went shopping at Wal-mart and Smith's and left Logan at 10.
We traveled through Logan Canyon and stopped at our campsite to reserve it for the next night.
Arrival time in Woodruff: 12:10 a.m.
I spent that night in a tent on my grandparent's front lawn with cousins Kylie and Chelsea.
We stayed up an extra hour or something talking, which was fun.
The next day Matt and Kirsten (+her friend Robretta) came up from SLC.
There was a parade.


{Top picture, starting from left: Aunt Barb, cousin Kylie, Aunt Suzie.
 In the middle picture, starting from the left: boyfriend named Tyler, cousin Chelsea (gf of Tyler), sister Kirsten, cousin Cameron, boyfriend Josh (gf cousin Kylie is riding her horse in the parade. Refer to first picture, middle girl - black chaps), brother Matt, cousin Leah, friend of Kirsten Robretta, cousin Tanner, yours truly. And no, I don't know pregnant woman in the background (:
 In bottom picture: cousin Lezie (blue shorts), cousin KJ (red outfit)}



There was a lunch.
We then waited for dad's wife Janna and her two kids to get there.
Time Janna and kids came: 6 p.m.
Time we were supposed to leave for camp: 1ish
We stopped at Lake Town to see my brother Billy and his wife and boys.
They stayed for dinner while we went to the camp and set up.
Janna and boys made very.scary.fire.
Picture of said fire:

Yeah... (I'm not holding that big white-ish stick, it's just stickin' up like that.)

Billy and family arrived while Matt and I were preparing Tin Foil Dinners (yum!)
We read scriptures around the campfire (Matt, Billy, Val, me and eventually Janna joined too) <--favorite part of the trip!
SLEEP!
2 a.m. allergies wake me up and then Kirsten and Brettie and I do a lightless walk to the bathrooms. Silly.
Breakfast at 8 a.m.
Packing camp
Kids and parents go to Bear Lake while Matt, the two girls and I drive to Richmond.
I pack for a week
Drive to SLC
Drop off Kirsten and Brettie at Mom's house in SL
Drive to Dad's house in Herriman
Matt leaves for a friend's house
Meet Roxy.


{Explanation of Roxy: Janna's daughter Nakita (...) adopts a cat and/with kittens. Nikki runs away to live with a questionable friend with drug addicted mother (...) and leaves said cats in her room downstairs. Janna takes kittens to a park and leaves them. Mother cat forgotten. Matt feeds mother cat occasionally. So we get to dad's and I go meet nameless mother cat. The room smells. I clean out the litter box and open the windows downstairs. And the mother cat is set free!!! Okay well as free as the downstairs of my dad's house will allow anyway. I asked Matt what her name was and he had no idea so we named her Roxanne. The end.}

Oh yeah, Matt leaves for friend's house.
I clean house (a little. This is a Big house, okay?)
Anyway so I'm left alone all night, Matt gets back Monday late afternoon. There's still no sign of Janna and Kids. Tuesday Matt has work and Janna and the boys arrive.

So I'm helping out this week by nannying the boys because Kirsten, whose job it usually is, is at girl's camp. It hasn't been too bad. We play games and I cook dinner and prepare lunch and clean. Oh and I help the boys read every day for 30 minutes. They are 9 and 10 but read at a first grade level. So I'm here until Sunday and then I'll be at my Mom's until Thursday morning then I'll be back in good ol' Richmond!

And there you have it.

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