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This one time

This one time,

It was the fourth of July, and my family and I went to a church activity and sat by ourselves in the shade of a tiny tree, the way we like it! Played some awesome jeopardy. Had THE best fries in the world. Saw White House Down, and liked it. I didn't eat the whole bucket of popcorn. I dropped my phone behind my seat and it glowed half the movie.

I watched the original Superman. In the first ten minutes on Krypton, I thought I liked the new one better. But then once we returned to Earth, it became clear the original is where it's at! I love the witty one liners, and how it didn't make me want to burst into tears the whole movie like Man of Steel. Can't wait to see the next ones! (Of the originals)

I got so excited when one of my primary kids was the spotlight and they said their favorite story is when Nephi built the boat because I'd taught that lesson a few weeks before. Then I later remembered that the parents fill out those sheets at the beginning of the year sooooo he didn't like it because of my awesome teaching skills. Ha!

Went to Pearl Street with my family. Boulder is not where we belong but it was a fun experience. We spent the most time in a bookstore. I only bought two books, I restrained myself. Also left with some crocs. Sammy didn't think they would be cute, but they're totally cute.

Sammy went to Florida for a week and I made it!

I love my family. I'm so blessed. I love my doggy too, most of the time.

Discovered Leverage is the best tv show to watch while in panic attack mode.

Crocheted an entire blanket, and bought 22 skeins of yarn for some other ones. Learned the zigzag! The man in Walmart looked at me weird for that one.

Discovered that some of the stereotypes about work and management and work functions are true. Now why don't I get to work with Dwight?

I'm sort of excited for my classes this fall. I'm thinking about changing my major to public health, I've so missed science classes, and I'm really excited for that intro class. Along with my Immigration, Literacy, and Migration class, the Economics of life, and intro to literature (blech).  That's the only one I'm not looking forward to, last semester essayed me out!

We bought some white chocolate chips for cookies, and we've almost already eaten all them, one handful at a time.

It was bed time!


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