So, it's been about a month since I last posted. In the meantime, I went to my cousin Jenny's wedding. I don't know if I'd ever met her before her wedding, but her parents have lived in Virginia or North Carolina her entire life and I've never made it out there. I figured we had better go to all the wedding related activites we could because we don't get to see Roger and Sue much now that they live across the country. My kids didn't remember ever meeting Roger and Sue before, not even Meagan. I'm pretty sure they have met him before, but it was probably several years ago.
That said, Jenny was very cute and her new husband and his family seemed very nice. The wedding was nice, too. David and I went to the temple for the endowment session then Mom, Dad, Aunt Norma and Uncle John went to Chuck-A-Rama for dinner. Chuck-A-Rama is my favorite place to go to dinner because I can always find food to eat there that tastes good and doesn't make me sick. In my book, that's a very big accomplishment.
The next day I went to the wedding at the temple with Holly. David couldn't go because he had to wait for his O2 to be delivered. The big helios tank was down to one light. Parking underneath the Conference Center was quite the experience. It's a good thing Holly wrote down our parking spot or we may have never found the car again. I was almost tempted to park in a handicapped spot (not that I ever do), but we couldn't even find one of those. We had to drive around about 15 minutes to find an empty spot. Then, we had to follow someone else to find our way out of the parking garage.
I came home after the wedding and picked David and the kids up and we went to the wedding lunch. We sat next to Jenny's entertaining new grandfather-in-law. He told us his entire life story - from being a military paratrooper ("The first airplane I ever got on, I jumped out of. I was too young to be scared.") to being a building contractor ("We moved wherever the jobs were. From California to Alaska and everywhere inbetween.") to harassing Cameron about making sure he graduated from college ("You don't want to be like me and end up in a job where you have to move all over the country. What are you going to major in? You must have some idea. Do you want to be a surgeon? What? We didn't need to hear THAT right before we ate...").
The next day we went to the party at Wilma and Devon's. It was fun, except for Uncle John's MJ rant. Debra was as silly as ever and even Sheri and David made it. Will miracles never cease?
School has finally started up again and I am really not liking the early hours. Jarom made it in Jazz Band and has to be to school at 6:00 am every other day. Which means we have to get up at 5:30 am every other day. Not my idea of fun. Saturday night I tried going to bed at 9:30 pm. I laid there for 2 hours before I finally fell asleep. Meagan came home from a BBQ at Zac's new apartment at about midnight and gave me a good night hug. She said I was giggling when she hugged me. I vaguely remember it, but I have no idea why I was giggling.
Speaking of Zac, yes, Meagan has a new boyfriend. I think we met him for the first time about 2 weeks ago. He ended up homeless for a few days because the people living in his new apartment didn't move out as soon as they said they were going to. So, he spent a Saturday night in our lovely camp trailer. I'm glad it wasn't raining, because the roof has a few holes in it.
Speaking of rain, can you believe the weather this morning? When the boys and I went outside early this morning, big swaths of sky lit up in a strange flashing patterns. A few drops of water hit the ground, but nothing much. I dropped the boys off and went to Smith's to buy some grapes. By the time I came out, it looked like a monsoon. Huge raindrops splattered from the sky in torrents. Two Smith's employees decided to wait out the rain before heading back to their semi. I made a run for it. One of the employees kindly said he wished he had an umbrella for me. When I got home the rain was still pelting down and I had left Jetta in her kennel. I stepped into a huge puddle and soaked my socks. Jetta was soaked, but I guess she doesn't need to take a bath now. Thor was nowhere to be found.
Most of the back to school stuff has been taken care of, but I still need to find a Math 1010 book for Cameron. Sadly, it's exactly the book Meagan used last fall. We had no idea Cameron was going to need it or would have had her keep it. I've looked on ksl.com and found several of them, but all the people I've called have already sold their book by the time I call them. I may have to order it from Amazon or go to PJ's. At least Cameron doesn't need it until a week from tomorrow. I also get to go pay the class fees for Cameron, Jarom and Amber. I think back to school is as expensive as Christmas. And not as much fun. (And I don't even like Christmas that much!)
Paying for expensive textbooks makes me appreciate all textbooks public schools provide at no charge. I think the whole textbook thing is a racket. How can a textbook possibly be worth $160 new? How on earth could a textbook become outdated in a couple of years? I think Meagan's nutrition teacher has the right idea. She lets her students use the old textbooks. Then again, there's the issue of finding one because most college book stores won't buy them back if they aren't current. We have a Writing 1010 book hanging around the house because PJ's wouldn't buy it back.
