I think I will post a few things here tonight, under different subjects so as not to confuse anyone. I've heard what you've been saying: You want more, more pictures, more tidbits. So I'm givin' it to you! That's right, the masses have spoken and I am listening (ok, so one person told me I need to post more, and I listened to them for fear of losing one of the few checking out this crazy little blog o' mine).
Part One: Venture on Down to St. George
We took a trip the weekend of November 10th to St. George for my friend Lori's wedding. Well, it wasn't just her wedding, it was Jed's wedding, too, but since I went because I love Lori and we're only just getting to know Jed, I'll be referring to it as "Lori's Wedding".
Lori was my roommate 10 years ago for 2 years. She put up with all my 19-year-old shenanigans. I, in turn, helped her and my other roommates (4 of 5 were fairly recently off of missions) return to reality with a good dose of "WHAT THE...?!?" That's what they were usually saying about me. The extreme helped them see that normal wasn't so bad!
But, this is about our trip to Lori's Wedding, not my sophomore year of college!
We drove down Friday night (as we thought 8 hours in the car on Saturday with our 2 kids would result in a less-than-stellar wedding experience for everyone and a Purgatory-esque day for us) and stopped by Cove Fort. It's locate in the Middle of Nowhere, UT. We really enjoyed the hour spent there and remembered why we're so glad we have indoor plumbing and central heating. For some reason, though, the 3 hour trip from Provo to Cedar City took us 5.5 hours. Weird.
We spent Saturday morning exploring St. George. The wedding that afternoon was lovely. It was our first wedding where the bride and groom made most of the food--Jed smoked some kickin' brisket and turkey, and Lori made the cakes (she even made a groom's cake to honor Jed's favorite baseball team, the Yankees--I refer to that team as the "Yickies" because I detest them.). Our other roommate, Hannah, was unable to make the event due to the recent birth of her son (yeah, like anyone's buying that excuse! We know it was because Hannah is really a closet vegan who felt badly for the smoked brisket), but she talked to Lori on the phone and I got a picture of the 3 of us--me, Lori, and Hannah's phone. It was a real moment. 
Jack had a moment with Maggie (Hannah's daughter), too. He asked her to dance, and Maggie acquiesced. It was sad to watch--Jack was as excited as a 13-year-old asking to woman of his dreams to dance. Maggie had the enthusiasm of a 16-year-old being asked to dance by a nerdy 13-year-old. And Jack was TOTALLY oblivious to her lack of excitement. He stalked her the whole time we were there. 
Then we drove home in less than 5 hours, including a break at Ye Olde Chevron. Word to the wise--don't EVER get gas in Beaver, UT. They up the price by $.40 a gallon, compared to the nearest towns. We thought we might have to wash windshields to raise enough to pay for the tank!
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In a few years the girls are going to be all over that boy. Just wait.
I know what you mean about the 5.5 hour trip. Every year our 11 hour trip to Oregon gets longer. We were up to 14 hours last year and that was with three. Who knows what it will be this coming summer now that we have the baby.
Seriously, they become sagas, not road trips. Man, tho, whoever invented portable DVD players has a very special place in my heart. We just let the kids zombie out for a few hours--it cuts the stops way down. Of course, then your child's brain turns to mush. Trade offs, huh? I'll bet with 4 kids, though, the fighting over which movie is next is enough to kill the DVD. Come on, like the boys want to watch High School Musical for the 4th time?
We don't have enough headphones for all of them and they are like 100 bucks a pair because we have to get special wireless ones. So I fight with them about the DVD too, because if I have to hear High School Musical one more time, I might slit my wrists. That goes for the sound track too. Maddie figured out the repeat on the CD player and plays the same song over and over and over . . . .
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