The weekend started pretty normally. My brother drove me crazy, I ran around with the neighborhood kids in the backyard, listened to music, and hung around the house.
On Friday, while I was lazing around, my 9-year-old neighbor-friend showed up on my doorstep with a pair of white shoes. "Color on these," she said. Oooh, a project, I thought. I smiled and got out the Sharpie markers.
I was proud of my creation.
On Saturday my grandma took us up to Salt Lake City for Braden's birthday. We saw Cars 2 at the Megaplex and looked around in the planetarium.
I hear the moon is a good place to think.
Lemon Julius from Orange Julius="Fluffy lemonade"=My favorite drink in the world.<3
On Monday, the Fourth of July, my grandma wanted to go to the Great Salt Lake. We drove for two hours to get there, I saw a lot of this.
When we finally got to the lake, we had to cross a seven-mile bride thing to get to the island in the middle of the lake. The view was the same the whole way. Dead-looking grass, a few fluffy bushes, water, and distant mountains.
When we got there, the instant we stepped out of the car we were swarmed with gazillions of stupid biting gnats. We swatted our arms and faces all the way up to the museum. We looked around a bit and jumped into the car, closing the doors as fast as we could. Those gnats were ninja, though, and about 50 of them managed to get in the car and bite up my arms, Braden's nose, and everyone else's scalp.
It was charming.
We were going to get out and touch the lake, but after the gnats we decided we weren't opening the car until we were off the island. We turned the AC on high, and because gnats like warm places, they all stayed on the ceiling of our car. I was frozen into a popsicle.
The people in the museum said if we drove around we'd find some buffalo. Yeah, right. We drove the entire expanse of the island and all we saw was this:
More dead-looking grass and a few fluffy bushes.
We soon head home back over the bridge and concocted a plan to get rid of our buggish friends. We opened the back doors and wiped at the ceiling, all of the gnats flying out the door.
After lunch and more hours of driving, we made it home alive. That night we did fireworks and a barbecue with some of the neighbors. It was definitely a very different holiday weekend.