Sunday, June 23, 2013

Adults?

So this is how we have spent the last 48 or so hours...

***We would like to clarify that this is NOT a typical weekend for us, but it has been a fun one. ;) ***

First of all, Xanthe moved home to Utah, which is the best thing to happen in my life so far. ;)

So yesterday I went over to her place to visit and play with her baby girl, Zara. While Zara was napping we talked about breastfeeding, mean boys from high school that got fat (Karma!), and our husbands.

When Zara woke up we went to Two Jacks in Springville and got pizza and cheese bread so we could, "Cheese Out" as Xan put it.

This is the plaaaaaaaace! Utah!
Best cheese bread on this good earth. 
We drove back  to Provo to meet up with Steven and Austin. We all pigged out on pizza and cheese bread together and Zara chased Missy around.

Then Steven and Austin played video games and Xan and I played with Zara until she fell asleep and then we looked up people from elementary school on facebook. And we talked about how we are going to remodel my apartment when Steven goes to Wales. (One weeek!) 

After I took Xan and Zara home around 11:30 I called Steven to see what they were up to, and he said Austin was planning to go home at midnight. So I stopped at a Red Box on the way home and got us "Red Dawn" to watch. 

So after Austin went home I made us a green smoothie and then at about 12:30 we started watching Red Dawn. 

'MERICA!
So we watched that, which went until...oh, about 2:30, and then we were somehow up another hour bumming around, cleaning this and that and finally fell asleep around 3:30 after quoting Mickey and the Beanstalk at each other for about 10 minutes and laughing hysterically. Don't ask me why, it just happened.

"Smi-smash-mee!"
So then today....
We woke up at 1:30pm...
Finally got showered and ready for the day about 3:30....
Then we were kinda productive! Steven helped me move the bookshelf from the living room to the office to start the remodel. Then we ran errands (if going to Toys R Us and looking at legos and figurines and Barbies counts as errands) and went to Walmart where we actually got some things we needed (and looked at clocks and futons and DVDs and tried out these really comfy bean bag chairs). 

We finally got home from "shopping" at 9 and I made us a strawberry milkshake. Then we fed Claymore and cleaned up a little more. 

Then Steven wanted to play his brand new video game that he got today but we still wanted to hang out, so for the last couple hours we've been sitting on the living room couch together eating ice cream while he plays Smash Bros Melee and I read blogs and upload pictures. :D 

Best life ever!! 
This is my favorite thing about being married...and an adult I guess. Doing whatever I want whenever I want with whomever I want. And I guess that's really the best part about being married, is that I can do it with Steven. :D He's my bestie best best friend ever!! 

So that happened. 




Saturday, June 15, 2013

Naked. So...so naked.

This is a post about how some idiot ran around the halls naked during my shift at the hotel.

So it was my Thursday night shift about 2am when I got a phone call from a bunch of drunk guys who were trying to find their way back after a night of drinking. They asked me if we had a shuttle, and when I told them no, the guy on the phone said, "Well how about you? You want to make some extra money?" I let him know I was the only one there and couldn't leave the property, and then gave him a number to the local cab company.

I went back to the laundry room where I was folding towels and thought nothing more of it.
About 20 minutes later the doorbell was ringing and it was these guys showing up, and they were too drunk to figure out how to use their room keys to get in. I went out and pushed the little "unlock" button to let them in, and immediately they were draping themselves all over the front desk saying stupid things about what a great night they'd had and how many chicks they'd hit on. And of course they're all referring to me as babe;

"Thanks babe", "You're the best, babe".

Gross. I'm not your 'babe'.

And one of them even had the nerve to say, "If we'd known you were so hot we'd have gotten here even faster!"

So basically they are all huge douchebags.



Just so you can get a clear picture, they were of the Cowboy-Douche variety. So they were all about my age, though one of them looked much younger...not even drinking age though I suppose he must have been 21....and they were all wearing pea green or tan or plaid button-ups and a couple had cowboy hats and they all had really mangy disgusting unkempt facial hair. Not sexy. Not even remotely attractive in any way.

So many good memes on the internet today! :D 
Oh, and I forgot to mention that although they were all white guys, they kept calling each other the N word and also dropping the F-bomb after just about every word they said.
They were absolutely disgusting people. 

It's moments like this, and ONLY moments like this, that make me dislike my job. Because no matter how repulsive a guest is, they are still a guest and I have to be polite and kiss up to them. 

It's never been harder to fake a smile and keep small-talking than with these jerks.

FINALLY they had me make them new keys (because they'd lost theirs) and gave up and went away to their rooms.

Or so I thought...

I immediately had gone back into the laundry room to keep folding towels, thinking that the worst was over.

Just a little visualization of this; when I'm back in the laundry room I have a huge bin of towels that I prop the door open with so that I can still see the front desk and the front door. So even though I am somewhat out of sight I can see if someone walks up, but I can't see the security cameras from there.

Only a few minute had passed since these guys had gone upstairs to their rooms when I hear laughter and the pounding of feet running up and down the halls.
I kept folding towels and rolled my eyes, just knowing somehow that they were only doing it to get my attention and that as long as I didn't get any noise complaints I wasn't going to go confront them. I was done dealing with these guys.

Or so I thought...

Things quieted down and I felt satisfied thinking that I'd outsmarted them by not coming out and telling them to go away. I assumed they'd just given up and finally gone to bed since it was close to 3!

But no.
No they hadn't.

I heard some noises out in the hall again, along with giggles. I could tell they were doing something sneaky, because they were trying, and failing, to be quiet. I thought, "I should go out and take a look at the cameras and see what's going on."

So I walk back out front and look up at the cameras just in time to see one of the guys, fully naked, walking the hall towards the front desk. And another guy following behind with a video camera.

Naked. So, so naked.

I had about 3 seconds to decide how I was going to handle the situation before the naked guy walked around the corner and straight up to me at the desk.

NAKED. THE DUDE WAS TOTALLY AND COMPLETELY, BALLS OUT NAKED!!!!!!!

I told him we had security cameras and he was being filmed and he just said something stupid like, "Uh...I'm really sorry, I just put all of my laundry into the wash and forgot my key, can you make me a new one?"

I told him I could see his friend (who was now hiding around the corner) filming so I knew this was planned, and he needed to return to his room immediately or I would call the cops.
He was still obviously pretty buzzed, so all of his responses were long drawls.

"Ohhh...uh...it wasn't planned, I just don't have any clothes."

Watching it on the cameras I have no idea how he was standing there so long or what he was saying. I honestly don't remember, but it was all along the lines of, "I've locked myself out and I'm naked because every piece of clothing I own is in the washing machines." He was in front of me for about a full minute.

I ended up making him a new room key to try and get him to leave and told him several times that he needed to leave or I would call the cops.

He didn't actually leave until I picked up the phone and began dialing the police. Then he took off and  I watched him and his buddies on the cameras head back up the hallway.

BUTT NAKED.

I was fuming as I told the dispatcher what had happened and she assured me that cops were on their way immediately. That was nice. I didn't have to wait long.

After I hung up I was shaking with anger and nerves. I was so upset I had to talk to somebody so I called my Front Desk manager Katie who is also one of my besties. I felt so bad because it was 3 a.m., but as soon as I told her what had happened I busted out crying and she said, "I'm on my way!"

She is the best!!

After we hung up I was so humiliated I just bawled, which probably made the cops sympathize even more because I could barely choke out the room number when they arrived. Two of them headed upstairs while a third waited in the hallway in case the guys tried to run down the stairs.
They had sent two cop cars and 4 cops. :) Yay.

Awesome.

The fourth cop tried to get the story out of me and eventually just handed over an accident report for me to fill out. They were all really nice.
Katie arrived and got the security footage rewound so they could watch. It was pretty ridiculous. Turns out the running up and down the halls I had heard had also been naked.
The cops returned from upstairs and said that the guys had admitted to doing it, but said they were a film crew that were filming some sort of documentary. Yeah right. One of the cops said that if footage of the event ever did get made into a documentary that I had every right to sue them for all they are worth. >:)

Ha. Just try me!!


The cops asked if I wanted to press charges-HECK YES!!-and if I wanted the guys kicked out. HECK YES AGAIN!! 

So the cops had them all evicted. :) 
I don't know what all they charged them for (the cops specifically apologized that they weren't able to arrest them. haha. I'm glad they wanted to!), but I overheard them discussing the possible charges and saying that they wanted to hit them with everything they had! :D 

Yay!! 

I hope they get fined thousands of dollars, get fired from their job (if indeed it is a real documentary...) and never get hired again. I also hope that they spend the rest of that night in a crappy motel that gave them fleas,  bedbugs and herpes. 

Serves them right!!! 

The end of the story is that Katie was awesome and let me go home early. She is my hero. :) 

I like my job. I like that sometimes crazy things happen to keep it interesting. But I do NOT like it when  some douchebag A-hole guy just assumes that I want to see his junk. Because I don't. I don't want to see that. 

Thanks. Bye. 

Sunday, June 9, 2013

Mormons Building Bridges & The Utah Pride Parade

"Jesus said love everyone, 
treat them kindly too. 
When your heart is filled with love, 
others will love you."

Despite our difference in political opinion, there is one aspect of homosexuality that Steven and I can wholeheartedly agree on. Just because someone is attracted to their same gender does not mean they should be ostracized, criticised, shunned or treated with any level of discrimination or unkindness. 

Fortunately, this past year has been one of great strides for the LDS church and the LGBT community. First, they came out with the website mormonsandgays.org which has as the first line on the title page: 

LOVE ONE ANOTHER

From the website
Where the Church stands:
The experience of same-sex attraction is a complex reality for many people. The attraction itself is not a sin, but acting on it is. Even though individuals do not choose to have such attractions, they do choose how to respond to them. With love and understanding, the Church reaches out to all God’s children, including our gay and lesbian brothers and sisters.

Hopefully you all noticed the part where it says, "the attraction itself is not a sin" and "individuals do not choose to have such attractions." That's straight from the church's website. So, if you are Mormon and you have thought otherwise up until now, you may now stand corrected. :) 

Also, I consider the most important part of this statement to be the final line, reading that "with love and understanding, [we] reach out to ALL of God's children, including our gay and lesbian brothers and sisters." 

My journey becoming an active ally for the LGBT community probably really began after reading about Josh Weed and that whole situation. 

Josh's story gave me the courage to start being more and more open and courageous about sharing my love for the gays. :D 

Somewhere in that time I discovered or was introduced to (I don't remember how it came about) the Facebook group, Mormons Building Bridges

In case you are too lazy to click on that link and check them out, here is a little description about the group from their site: 

"Mormons Building Bridges is dedicated to conveying love and acceptance to LGBTQI individuals. We support all our brothers and sisters - those who identify as LGBTQI and those who identify as same-sex attracted - in their life’s path and work to make them feel welcome in our homes and congregations."

This was the kind of group I could get behind! Nothing political, nothing mean or derogatory, just a safe place for members and "non-members" alike to feel welcomed and accepted despite their sexual orientation. 

So anyway...fast forward to a few months ago and the group announced plans to march in the Utah Pride Parade. Members of the group had done so last year, and it had been very successful. Group leaders had come up with the theme "Family Reunion" to promote loving our LGBT brothers and sisters. Families were encouraged to make a family sign to carry as they marched together. Members were encouraged to reach out to family members who, previously, may have not felt included.

I had a strong feeling that this was something I wanted to be a part of. I asked Steven to march with me, and after reading the group description and seeing the positive influence it would have, he agreed. :) 


The parade was on Sunday June 2nd. The day of, Steven and I woke up bright and early and put on our best church clothes; another trademark of the Mormons Building Bridges. 


"What do we do when we take something seriously? We dress up!"


Another girl had posted on the group wall that she lived in Provo and needed a ride up, so we had volunteered to drive her. The more the merrier! 


It turns out she lived literally exactly 4 blocks away from us, had married her high school sweetheart and was just as sweet as could be! Hooray for new friends! She also had never done anything like this before. 

(In case anyone was wondering, Steven is the best husband on earth. I am a lucky lady!) 


All three of us were excited and apprehensive! We didn't know quite what to expect. 


Once in Salt Lake City we found a great shady parking garage that was free for the day, and started following the flamboyantly dressed crowds towards the parade route. We knew the rendezvous coordinates for MBB, and as we neared that corner suddenly we saw a sea of white shirts and ties. We were there. ;) 




The group guidelines had suggested we not only wear church clothes and carry family name signs, but if we wanted to carry any other sort of signs that we adhere to a strict guideline of scripture, direct quotes from general authorities or primary song lyrics. 
Here are some of the signs we saw.


Could we.....could we be related??? 

From the mouth of an apostle...





This lady's sign was enormous and awesome. The guy taking the picture is her gay son. She is a great mom!
Another favorite sign from the day was this one: 

This Dad is hysterical. :D 
We had gotten there a little too late for the banners and flags that had been passed out, but we got a little song book to carry to sing hymns as we walked. 
We wondered if we'd see anyone we knew, and that was quickly answered when we ran into one of Steven's coworkers! Awesome! Small world. :) 
Then an older gentleman who was pushing his wife in a wheelchair said we could have one of their flags since they had two. :) Everyone was so nice! 

Happy to be here!

Rainbow flag! Also, no, I am not wearing white tights.
Those are my legs. hashtag:gross.
hashtag:timeforaspraytan??


The website had said we'd start our march at 10, so around 10 we all moved from the sidewalk into the street. 

It was HOT!!! I felt really bad for the guys who mostly had long-sleeves! We all milled around admiring each other's signs and taking pictures waiting for our cue to begin. Everyone was restless. 


Here is our new friend Jamie with the sign she made! 

We were pretty near the front and right in the middle behind the Family Reunion sign
 After what seemed like forever, we sang Love One Another and then we finally began to walk! We all cheered because were were moving...
Off we go! 
But our cheers were soon drowned by those of the crowd. On both sides of the street those who were sitting rose to their feet. Everyone stood and cheered! People held their hands above their heads to cheer for us! People leaned out of their windows to cheer for us! People held out hands for high fives or even ran into the parade to hug us. 

***I'm taking the liberty of stealing some pics from the group and the internet now, because my pics don't really do it justice***


Don't forget about the donuts...
This family was so awesome! I mean, look at that determination!! 

The response was overwhelming! I couldn't help grinning from ear to ear as I waved my little rainbow flag! 
The whole way, every corner we turned, we were met with wild standing-ovation applause. 


I have three close friends who are gay, two of which live in the Salt Lake area, and another of which I knew was in town for a wedding and was attending the parade. I had secretly hoped that I would see at least one of them as we marched.

I saw all three. :) 

Some saint snapped this picture as I gave a big hug to my friend Bailey. :) I've known him since the first grade!! After hugging me he hugged Steven and thanked us both for doing this. :) 
My second friend actually ran into the group to give me a hug, and then we saw my third friend watching on the sidelines as well and ran over to give him a hug too. :) 

It couldn't have been any better!!! 

The experience was so spiritual! I of course teared up a lot. haha.  It just felt so good to really show what being Christian, and Mormon, is all about.  Showing love. 


Can you spot us? ;) 
We were all smiles as the parade came to an end. It had been an overwhelmingly positive experience!! 

As we drove back to Provo, and 1:00 church, we all marveled at what a great morning it had been. We also opened up more about what had brought us to doing this, and why we felt it was important. For me, it was about doing more than "Liking" a Facebook status. I really wanted to do something public. Something that said, "I'm not ashamed". Because I'm not. I love my gay uncle, my gay cousin and my gay friends. I'm not ashamed to love and accept them for who they are. I don't want to change them. I just want to love them and I think that's all that God expects us to do for one another. And should any of them ever be interested in the church that I am a part of, I want to do my part to make them feel welcome there. 

In the past week since the parade the response from the community has been miraculous. MBB has been featured on abc news, New York Daily, Salt Lake Tribune, Deseret News and even BuzzFeed.com! Many people searched out the Facebook group to thank us for our march of kindness. 

I just want to end with some of the quotes that touched my heart. 

"Today was beautiful! I took my three daughters to the Salt Lake City pride parade. I had never heard of Mormons Building Bridges before. As your group marched the tears welled up in my eyes (I think you were actually the group with the largest representation). As I read the signs people had supporting family and friends, tears continued to flow. My 14 year old said "Dad you're crying!" Yes I was. Later we went to a friends house and he discussed Mormons Building Bridges. I knew what he was going to say, that he cried. Sure enough the words rolled right off his tongue. Of course my daughter piped up and said, "My dad was crying too." Thank you for touching my heart today, and thank you all for the love and support that was shown, and felt today! The love felt so much better than hate and animosity."



"I saw the MBB contingent last year and was very touched...shed a few tears. This year, while I knew they were coming, and expected it, it still made me happy. Then, near the end of the group, I thought 'Yay! I made it! No tears'....until I saw a 70-something grandmother, her daughter, her grandson, and her great-grandchild (in a stroller) all together under the sign "4 generations walking for love". Yeah....tears."



"I have to admit that seeing this group march in the pride parade made me smile, but it wasn't until they stopped for a few moments, right in front of where my partner and I were standing, that tears started to well up in my eyes. 

It was the last couple in the group, The Henderson Family as it said on the poster they were holding, that made me feel so emotional. I'm not sure why. They waved and smiled just like everyone else did. They didn't yell or draw my attention with an oversized poster with a witty quote. They simply held a small orange poster that read, "The Henderson Family supports the LGBT Community." I suppose that maybe they reminded me of what I once truly believed the members of the LDS church were like, before I stopped attending. 

Wholesome. Respectful. Understanding. Kind. 
All while being true to what they believe.

I'm not sure if I'll be lucky enough to have the Henderson family read this post, but incase you do, I would like to thank you. Thank you for brighting up my day just a little bit more. For helping me see that there are wonderful people such as yourselves out there, and groups like Mormons Building Bridges fighting to make a difference for people like me; those who may have strayed, but took with them the positive teachings of the church.

Thank you."




"It was a truly emotional experience to see all of you marching today. My girlfriend and I were both moved to tears from seeing so many of you in your Sunday best marching in support of us. I wish I could have hugged each and every one of you and said thank you. You really exemplified one of my favorite aspects of Mormonism today. What you are doing means so much and is so important. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you."



"You guys... just wow. Watching all of you march in the Pride Parade on Sunday was the most spiritual experience I've had in a long time. Tears streamed down my face and I felt like if there was ever a place for me among the LDS faithful, this was it. So proud of your who marched. So grateful I was there to capture it."



"I no longer live in Utah but I witnessed the powerful impact you had on the LGBT community through my friends postings and texts. As I have listened to my gay friends and acquaintances tell me over the years how they wanted to end their lives, and how some tried, I KNOW you are not only creating a positive, loving environment for our young people in Utah but you are saving lives. I can't imagine the joy and peace I would feel if I saw my family marching to show their support of me, my partner and our two children. I am so indebted to you for your efforts and your love."



"I am not part of the LGBT community nor am I LDS. Rather, I am part of the HUMAN family. At yesterday's parade I was moved beyond words to see so many people embracing ideals that I have long held dear. That everyone deserves love. That everyone is capable of loving when they open their hearts to truth and beauty and equality above all else. Thanks to all of you that marched for being so strong in your support and your love for the people in your lives that brought you to this path. Your individual stories add up to a collective inspiration as a whole and remind me that there are kind, loving people who hear (and LIVE) christs message everyday."


I am so glad that we did this. I am so grateful for Steven for coming with me. I can't wait to do it again next year and I hope that ALL of you will join and bring your families. 

Love, Rebekah and Steven. 

ps. For further reading see these links to articles about the parade. 



Steven and I are in pictures and video on Buzzfeed!



This is my personal favorite. 

Thank you for reading. :) Now go share the love!!

Wednesday, June 5, 2013

Memorial Day!

Steven is the best husband of life. He gave up a hike with friends to spend Memorial Day weekend in Smithfield with my Grandma and a bunch of reeeally extended relatives. :) He is the bomb.com. (Literally, that is his website. Of his mind.) ((JK, I just googled thebomb.com and it's somebody else's boring blog.))

Anyway...
We drove our NEW CAR up to Smithfield, which meant that for the first time on a long drive around Utah we had AIR CONDITIONING!!!! Bless you America.

We arrived Sunday night and started the weekend with some amazing family stories. My Dad and youngest sister and her friend were also there, and my Dad read to us about his Grandma, my Great-grandma. It was an awesome experience hearing about some of the ancestors I've never really heard about! My Dad cried several times telling the stories of spending summers in Smithfield with his Grandma. I suddenly had one of those moments where it just hit me that my dad had a grandma too! You know those moments, when you suddenly see a bigger picture or see someone in a new way? That's how it happened. My dad was suddenly just a sweet little grandson telling about a grandma that he loved. The stories were so sweet and touching, of a time when summers were spent on the farm, in the garden, and exploring the attic. It warmed my heart to see that soft side of my Dad. :)

One small part of the story was how his Grandma owned chickens and sold their eggs. He told about how she would hold each egg up to the light to check for imperfections, because she knew that everyone expected the Jenson's eggs to be the best of the bunch!
It was a small and simple part of the story, but it really touched me.
Am I giving my very best to those around me? Can they trust that they are always getting the best of me?
It was a good reminder to always give the best of myself to those around me.



Next my dad read us an account about his Grandpa, who lived a life so Christ-like that two generations later my Dad's cousin was affected positively by it.

Summary of this amazing story goes like this:
My Dad's cousin worked for a cabinet company, and they got a call from a very irate woman who had a negative experience with an alternate company and wanted the cousin to come fix the awful cabinet job that had been done. She was notorious for being really mean and ornery, and nobody wanted to take her case. The cousin went into the situation very apprehensive, anticipating a lot of complications.
When he arrived the woman was very angry showing him all the mistakes from the previous job. She had a lot of expectations and it seemed that there was no chance she would ever be a satisfied customer.
They began to small talk, and the cousin asked where she was from. She said she was from Smithfield, and he said, "Oh! That is where my Grandpa is from!" She asked who his Grandpa was and when he said Charles Jenson, the woman's whole countenance changed. Her eyes softened and she immediately asked him if he would like some refreshments. As they sat she told him that many years ago she had a little baby girl who was very sick. Charles Jenson had been her bishop, and he had come straight to the hospital to give her little girl a Priesthood blessing. The next day the doctors couldn't explain how she was well again.
She said again and again "Bishop Jenson" sacrificed his time for the families of the ward, and she was sure he never had any idea what a profound influence he had been on her life. She told my dad's cousin that she now knew that the cabinet job would be a good one, and she had nothing else to worry about because Charles Jenson's grandson was working on it. :)

***I'm totally tearing up again writing about this!!***

It was an amazing story! I was moved to tears thinking about what an amazing family I come from!
It also made me think; what kind of legacy am I creating? Am I living a life so rich with integrity that two generations from now my descendants can be known from my example?

It gives you something to think about. 

After Dad's stories, Grandma pulled out a special scrapbook that she had created documenting her life. It was amazing. From birth certificates, church programs, photographs and newspaper clippings, it catalogued her amazing life thus far. She even had a family tree chart with pictures going back several generations! I had never seen these before; I had no idea pictures existed for my ancestors that far back! Also, I discovered that I had a great-great-something-Grandpa with only one eye! Who knew?!? 
It was such a sweet thing to hear more about Grandma's life. She had me read aloud a couple love-poems that my Grandpa had written for her. They were so adorable and sweet it was all I could do  to keep from getting choked up. That's the kind of marriage I want to have. I was so grateful to know that there was someone in my family who actually had that kind of happiness. I feel like I haven't seen much of it in my family elsewhere, and it really made me regret not being closer with this set of grandparents while my grandpa was still alive. 


I am so glad that we went up to Smithfield that night and got to have that wonderful experience hearing about my grandparents and my great-grandparents! I know a lot of people use memorial weekend to get out and go on vacations, but I think I got the better experience. I think my memories of this night will last much longer than memories of a hike or a trip to the pool. :) 

~~~

Steven and I spent the night in my Uncle's old room, which my Grandma was calling the 5-star hotel room. It was really nice! Just like a little hotel room. The only downside was that Steven and I are used to sleeping in our huge King sized bed, so neither of us could get comfy in the queen. All night long we tossed and turned bumping into each other. haha. Don't tell my Grandma, but next time one of us will probably sleep on the floor. ;) 

In the morning it was time for annual Jenson Memorial day traditions! It was a beautiful day and Grandma took us all out to breakfast at Village Inn. Tradition!!!!


After Village Inn it was time to head to the cemetery to visit the graves. Virtually ALL of the Jenson ancestors since the beginning of Utah are buried in Smithfield, and they are right across from my Grandma's ancestors, the Thornley's. 

My Grandma's beautiful house!  

My Grandpa's grave

Grandma's family/ancestors 

Patriotic shirt day! 

Is it weird to take pictures of yourself next to people's graves? I've always thought so...

Me and my Grandma.



After a while the rest of the extended family showed up. These are people I only see on memorial day, because they are my Grandpa's brothers and sisters families. So...my great uncles and aunt's kids. Second cousins?? I don't know. I don't really know them, but we're related. ...somehow. 


The next memorial day tradition after mulling around the cemetery is for everyone to "trek" down to the nearest 7-11 and buy slurpees. I have no idea why this is a thing, but it is. Maybe next time we go I'll remember to ask why we do this. ??? Maybe it started back when my dad was a kid or something. 


The "trek" is really only about 5 blocks, which I guess could seem like a trek if you were a small child. For me it seemed like a trek because I had to pee. haha. I was extremely grateful to reach 7-11 because there was a bathroom inside. 

However, I'm not a slurpee fan, so I neglected to get one, even though my Dad generously said he was buying. Good thing too, because slurpees were 49 cents that day. I don't know if I could afford it. ;) 

I designated myself as the picture-taker. 

Despite this being a yearly tradition, this was the first year Grandma had a slurpee! 

Grandma's first slurpee!! 

Melissa's friend Faith had also never experienced the slushiness that is a Slurpee. 

Slurpee family! 

This one cracks me up because of the way Grandma is looking at Dad. haha! 
We then walked back up to the cemetery. Dad said the rule was you had to finish your slurpee by the time you got there. :) 

The end of memorial day was an extended family BBQ at one of the great-uncle's ranches, but Steven and I decided instead to spend some time with his siblings. So we told Grandma we'd meet her back at her house for quick final goodbyes. 

We ended up arriving back at the house long before they did, so we sat on the front porch and I tried to make Steven take pictures with me. (Trying to get better about documenting things!) 

 

Once my Grandma and Dad finally showed up we were ready to get going to our siblings place, so we gave the hugs and headed back down to Logan.

It was great to spend some time with the married Lindsley siblings! We didn't really have a game plan, so we just did whatever we felt like, which consisted of feeding ducks and eating lunch. haha. Then Steven and I had to head back to Provo because I had to work Monday nights. Ain't no holidays at a hotel!

Here are some pics and then I'm going to bed. haha.

Feeding ducks! 



Lunch location!

Whit and Rich

Ry and Mi? Lol! 

So as to not have to take two cars, I sat on the floor. :D haha.
Yay for being small! 
It was a fun day filled with family! Yay for a break from school!! YAY FOR SUMMERTIME!