Summer Days Part I

THANK GOODNESS THAT . . .
-Adelaide rides on my bike.
-Megan wears a helmet.
-I know CPR.
-I know how to fix bikes.
-I only had to worry about 3 of the 4 above issues.

Yesterday we went to Megan's aunt and uncle's missionary homecoming. We stayed at their house for nearly six hours. We ate SO much junk food that even I felt gross inside. SO when May suggested we have a big ride on Monday to make up for it, I was on board.

It started with May finding two early "Summer Days" (for those of you who don't know, Summer Days is the one to three week summer celebration of Megan's birthday) presents on her bike. The first is a new rear bike rack with a fold away basket (she wants to start using the bike for simple grocery store runs) and new bicycle shorts (the ones with the pads inside to make the trip a little less straining on the human saddle area).

Then we hit the trail for a 25 mile Up-to-Bridal-Veil-Falls-and-back ride. The ride was fun, refreshing, and uneventful for the first 18 to 20 miles. At one point I pulled alongside Megan so Adelaide could spank May's butt (a family favorite). Addie missed and as I continued to pass, Megan's handlebar got caught in Addie's rear seat. It turned Megan right and then left, and then up and over. That's right. Up and over. She fell headfirst into the bike path. When I heard the crunch of her helmet on the concrete my heart sank. I pulled over just in time for Adelaide and me to see her flip the bike up and over herself after crashing to the ground. I pulled Addie out and rushed to Megan. There was a rock the size of a giant gumball lodged into Megan's helmet. Road rash on her back. Scrapes on her elbow and an impact crater, from landing on a rock, in her hand.



After some tears (I think more from Addie than Megan. She was pretty shaken up about it), I pulled Megan up, got the rock out of her helmet, and put the chain back on her bike.
We even stopped in at the store for groceries and got lunch before getting home. May's a trooper. I tried to tell her that tears in the shower that come from scrubbing asphalt out of wounds is not wimpy.

Now her back kind of looks like this.


She's just grateful she had that helmet on and so am I. I had never heard the crunching sound a helmet makes on a headfirst impact. I can go without that again. Every time I hit the ground growing up it was without a helmet and I show the effects from that every day.

Well, now May is fine and I am too as long as she continues to forget that this whole thing was my fault.

Shh . . ..

PS- I will include a picture of her hip as soon as the bruise finishes coming in all the way.

Saturday

Adelaide and I went to the farmer's market on Saturday. I have to say that I've been a little disappointed in it this year. There's hardly any produce but there is no shortage of baby bows and necklaces.
Also, I want to buy local but they charge so much money for their little packages of raspberries and cherries. You would think it would be cheaper, but it's not. The waffles and sweet tea are about the only redeeming qualities.

Thank goodness, to spare me from my annoyance, there was a VW car show going on in the park. There was a bunch of cool restored cars, this one was my favorite. The inside was done in black and red vinyl to match the outside. It was super-rad.

What happened to the farmers at the farmer's market?

4th of a Weekend

We started off the weekend with an Owlz baseball game and some treats. My dad and Jessie joined us for the fun.

I mean, what is more American than baseball? Unfortunately the Owlz lost to Ogden. Better luck next time boys.

There was an awesome fireworks show after the game. I must say the fireworks were wayyyy better than the Stadium of Fire.

We attempted the Freedom Festival parade on Saturday morning with Ethan and Natalie. This pictures only shows a smidge of how crowded it was. It was terrible! The kids were so excited for candy and they hardly threw any, the parking was miserable, and the amount of people made it almost impossible to see what was going on. Thanks to some nice people, the kids were able to squeeze up front so they could actually watch the parade.

Note to self: never go to the Freedom Festival parade again.

That night we did a few fireworks at our house. It was a good thing because when we got to the park to watch the Stadium of Fire fireworks, they didn't allow us to do any. Not even sparklers!

We did however, enjoy a ton of bad-for-you munchies and good company while we waited.

Another note to self: don't go to the Stadium of Fire fireworks ever again.

We waited and waited for them to start, then they did and we were excited. They went for five minutes and then stopped. Again we waited, five minutes, ten minutes. Nothing. Our past experiences with the Stadium of Fire have not been great (except once, like 5 years ago) so we thought that this must be another lame show. So we packed up our stuff and left. As we were driving away the fireworks started again. Of course! How stupid is that! Who does that with a fireworks show?

All in all it was a good day. It was nice to spend time with friends and family and to think about what a great country we live in.

Happy birthday America, we love you.

Can I Borrow A Cup Of Sugar?

Our dear neighbors are moving. So before May and I start faking fist fights in the backyard, performing ritualistic animal sacrifices in our driveway, and blasting our loud music to keep certain buyers away, we are opening up this home to you. We are picking our neighbors.

I am just waiting to hear back from a couple of personal invites I sent out. But if you are interested I will put you on the waiting list. People currently ahead of you on that list:

1. Bo Jackson
2. Ethan Schofield
3. George W. Bush
4. Rambo
5. Pistol Pete Maravich
6. The cast of Braveheart
7. All surviving members of Led Zeppelin
8. Captain Caveman
9. The Asian kid from Goonies