Ever have those days (girls) when you think at some point, "Well this day was a total waste of make-up"? Yeah, for me, that was today. And mostly everyday actually now that I think about it. So today I went to church and it was quite possibly the most boring Sunday I remember having. Ever. My friend Kim, who is one of my TWO friends in Richmond who are not related to me, taught for the last time in Relief Society today because in a brief week and a half she will be departing Cache Valley for the great unknown, aka Provo UT. Kimberly Blau will soon don a black and white badge and enter the Missionary Training Center in Provo, Utah, before she leaves this great America for Japan. That's right, JAPAN. She spoke today in sacrament too, her dry run for her farewell talk next week. I swear I was checking the clock every five minutes, not because of Kim's talk, just the whole meeting was long. There was one part in church that I thoroughly enjoyed: Because Kim was talking, some of her siblings came with their kids. After the meeting, I went up and spoke with Kin's parents and talked to her nieces and nephews about their fun day at Lagoon yesterday (side note: SO JEALOUS! I haven't been to Lagoon in years and Kim went twice this past week! I know!). One of her nephews was very chatty, and very adorable and after we talked for a little bit he tugged on my dress and said, "Your dress is very pretty." Aren't kids adorable?! *Sigh* Thank you Kim's nephew for making my Sunday, AND noticing I looked nice went certain others couldn't care less... grumble... but that's another story.
So this past weekend was my family reunion, held every other year in the great town that is Fillmore, Utah. We left home at 11 a.m., went to my Uncle Jeff's because we were supposed to caravan with them and didn't leave until something like 2:30 p.m. (which sucked), so we didn't get down to Fillmore until seven. We checked into our hotel (which is this darling hotel that has a toy train running over head in the reception area/dining area), went to the park and met some family. It was nice while it lasted. I will admit, however, that the four and a half hour drive there was nice, for reasons I'll keep to myself, but the return drive was.so.long.
Eventually we got home to wonderful Cache Valley where my allergies are slightly less annoying. And boom, there it is.
So this past weekend was my family reunion, held every other year in the great town that is Fillmore, Utah. We left home at 11 a.m., went to my Uncle Jeff's because we were supposed to caravan with them and didn't leave until something like 2:30 p.m. (which sucked), so we didn't get down to Fillmore until seven. We checked into our hotel (which is this darling hotel that has a toy train running over head in the reception area/dining area), went to the park and met some family. It was nice while it lasted. I will admit, however, that the four and a half hour drive there was nice, for reasons I'll keep to myself, but the return drive was.so.long.
Eventually we got home to wonderful Cache Valley where my allergies are slightly less annoying. And boom, there it is.
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