so glad to be home.

I'm back. I had so much fun in Utah. I love my family, they rock the party. We played Guitar Hero while I was there. Well, mostly Jacob and Sarah played and I just took pictures of me being hard core and them rocking out. The video is of me giving my brother what James likes to call a "trauma bond". It consists of yelling "TRAUMA" and jumping on the person and shaking them and yelling. And then you bond through trauma. I did this to Jacob almost everyday. It was awesome.

I love the pictures of me and Lolly swinging. She looks like Aunt Jemima, huh??

Ok so like I said, I am really glad to be home. One of the main reasons that I am so glad is that I absolutely hate traveling. Like the actual taking off, flying, descending, and landing. On my way home I had to fly to Phoenix first for a nice long layover. The flight was so bumpy, but it didn't really phase me.... until we started making our final descent. I started sweating really bad and getting really nauseous. So i put in a piece of gum, which only made me gag a lot more than I would've without it, grabbed the paper bag from the seat-back pocket and prayed and prayed (and prayed) that I wouldn't barf. But alas, my worst fear came true. I was absolutely mortified. When the flight landed and I could lift my head up again, I apologized to everyone around me. I couldn't think of a good excuse and I didn't want everyone to think I was gross so I just told them I was pregnant, (Which I'm not). It's okay because I will never see any of them again for the rest of my life. I got off that plane as soon as I could and bolted to the closest magazine store and bought some toothpaste and Dramamine. I brushed my teeth and took two chewables. So there ya go: my most embarassing story to date. I am so glad to be home.