My family is dying to get on my blog.
This weekend we had a big get together with my mom's side of the family up at our cabin. Anytime I see my cousins, aunts, second cousins once removed, etc, because that's the way it rolls in a Mormon family, they all want to know when I am going to write about them on my blog.
I don't really know how to reply to that. I mean, usually the people I write about are either students who don't wear pants to class, old men who give me the stare down for parking handicapped or demonic Korean roommates who I would like to erase from my memory completely. I guess I just don't feel the urge to write about my well behaved students or the pleasant conversations with the bank teller or even about my plethora of cousins who are all very very nice.
So I guess it's time I officially let you know.
I have a plethora of cousins who are all very very nice.
Except for Reeder because he purposely popped my water balloon during the balloon toss and you better believe I'm still holding on to that one.
We partied at the cabin this weekend and I enjoyed every second of it. Look at us below throwing water balloons. Doesn't that just look like a hoot and a holler?!?
Trying to think of something witty to say here to make fun of Marianne, but it's just not coming. Marianne, you look like a dork and now the whole world can see. MWAHAHAHA!
Who's that spiffy looking chick on the end? Gosh, she sure looks like a gal who can toss a water balloon!
If you've heard one thing about Mormons it's probably that we like to have truckloads of kids. I'll let the pictures above do the talking.
The majority of the family gathered in the front room for a little family trivia. Yes, we have family trivia games because we are that awesome. When I pulled out my camera, my aunt declared with boundless excitement, "Oh my gosh! You guys! We're going to be on Bonnie's blog!"
Yep, Aunt Wendy. This is it. You're on the blog. Now you better comment.
This is my cousin, Marianne. She's 21 and smoking hot and in the market for a Hubs of her own. Since my own little sister, Mary, ditched me for Argentina I hang out with Marianne at family events. I forced her into driving down with me (Hubs had rehearsal all weekend: R.I.P. Hubs) and playing endless rounds of board games, ping pong, and tennis with me. I even convinced her to share a bed with me. And she did! Sucker!
Tangent: Is it an insult to Hubs if I admit that without him I had the best night of sleep that I've had in months? Something about being in the basement of a cabin in the mountain... nice and cold with mounds of blankets on top. I was cozy and cuddly and not overheated one bit. My burning hot coals for feet didn't wake me up once. Not once! Please don't tell Hubs how well I slept. He can never sleep well when we're apart and I wouldn't want him to know that while he was tossing and turning I was sleeping like a freaking baby.
I pretty much adore Marianne. She's funny and nice and confident and all the things that you would hope that you are. Plus she laughs all the time and doesn't everyone love someone who laughs all the time? Also she's paying me to say all of this stuff about her.
I kid. I kid.
But seriously, Marianne, if you want to buy me lunch sometime, I'm cool with that.
And Marissa, if you're somewhere out there in DenverLand, we missed you. A lot.
And that's a wrap.
Now, family, you have all made the blog, and will you continue to let me blog about stupid students and crazy dinner guests in peace?!?!?
