The Week of the Turkey

So thanksgiving break was pretty epic. All manner of crazy shenanigans. Eric flew in and stayed at my place. Most of the time we hung out with Whit and Cody. Thanksgiving dinner was spent at Grandpa Richards' place. Dinner was good, it wasn't like thanksgiving at home, but it was still good. Fortunately a homeless gentleman and a formerly homeless gentleman joined us for dinner so Grandpa did not grill us on the usual topics in front of the company. For example: Eric, why can't you find a nice girl and settle down? Whitney, you eat like a bird! OR Whitney, who's this new boyfriend of yours?? Stephen, what's this about selling your blood?? OR Stephen, you need to cut your hair and shave.

The following morning me Whit and Eric went and spent the day with mom's side of the family. It was fun, Grandpa Adams took us shooting. It was cool because I had never shot hand guns before, just rifles and shotguns. They were just standard 9mm, nothing too fancy. Oh man, the shooting range all though indoors was FREEZING! No joke if you looked close enough you could see your breath! Later that day Eric made a new best friend, our cousin Lindy's son Finn. For several hours it was nonstop giggles and laughter from Finn as Eric played with him. He does really good with little kids. They all really like him. I think it's because they can connect with him since neither of them have very much hair.

Saturday brought the football game I've been waiting all season for, BYU vs Utah. It was a really entertaining game. A real nail biter at the end. But of course our boys pulled through in over time. Rushing the field was a lot of fun. People everywhere just sprinting onto the field and screaming and cheering. When I stopped running I realized I was standing right in front of a camera so me and the four or five strangers around me were naturally screaming and cheering up in the camera's grill. So I think I was on TV.

Now for the glory that was Sunday night...
Me, Sarah, Brittany, Kim, Zac, and Ethan were planning to go to the Salt Lake temple to see the lights. As it turned out we went to the Ocker Mountain Temple because apparently the SL temple shuts off the Christmas lights at 10 and we wouldn't have made it. Now then, I have to back track a little bit for this next part. There is a young man who, let's call him "Rory", has the hots for Sarah. Her and her roommates were all twitterpated when he first asked her on a date and even more so when he wrote some cheesy poem leading up to the date. But then things turned sour when the day after the date they were hanging out and he told Sara all about how he will not kiss a girl unless that is the girl he is going to marry. Naturally that put a bit of an awkward spell on the relationship (I use the term loosely, they were not an item). Also it just turned out that he has one of them "More righteous than thou" attitudes. So anyway, when we got back from the temple there was a letter on the girl's door, so we all hurry inside to read it. It turns out it was a poem from "Rory", a very lengthy one at that, and in it we learned that he was under the impression that Sara and him were an item and that they were having a rough patch and all sorts of other fantastic things. So we all made Sara call him and work everything out during a very long phone discussion. At the end of the call he told her to burn the poem. This is where I come in...
I am putting together a solemn assembly in which all the members present for the event will come together to burn the poem. Funeral attire of course, complete with candles and a lovely poem/eulogy written by yours truly, to be read during the burning of the letter. I will try my darnedest to have it recorded so I may share it with the masses on this humble blog. Last night was just plain FANTASTIC! hahahahaha