What We Did This Weekend:
Cowboys and Car Dealers
This weekend was a pretty good one. We're going to be in Salt Lake City for the latter half of July, and we're planning on going to the Days of '47 Rodeo, so we couldn't pass up the Royals' promotional give-away for Friday night's game: Straw cowboy hats to the first 20,000 fans. We went with another couple from our ward. If they didn't understand how geeky I can get with baseball, they do now. We stopped at Mr. Goodcents on our way and picked up some hoagies because, miracle of miracles, the Royals allow you to bring in outside food and water, just not soft drinks (or any other beverage whose ingredients include anything other than hydrogen and oxygen**).
**One day maybe we'll try to smuggle in some of those individual drink mixes that you dump into your water bottles and shake. That's not a bad idea.
The game went really well. The Royals won 3-1, and we were able to see Joakim Soria, the Mexicutioner, earn another save. Two years ago when we moved here, having a two run lead heading into the ninth was cause for antacid. But, thanks to Joakim, everyone stands and cheers between the bottom of the eighth and the top of the ninth. It's nice to have a closer this good. The Friday fireworks following the win were good too.
One thing that did not go so well on Friday was finding out that our '97 Accord wasn't going to be able to make the road trip to Salt Lake without $1700 of repairs. So suddenly we absolutely had to find a car before our trip. That was our goal for Saturday, but unfortunately, we didn't have much luck. By about 3:30pm we went home defeated.
Sunday we had a new family from church over for dinner. They thought we were brave for inviting them and their 3-year-old boy and their 12 month-old girl. Whenever we have people over for dinner they're always worried that their kids will destroy our house some how. No matter how often we tell them not to worry, they still do. Bless their hearts. The Baked Ziti went over well, and 3-year-old Reagan enjoyed the pepperoni in the salad. We had a good time. And, truth be told, feeding other families we know is really just a ploy to borrow their kids for a few hours. Reagan arrived grumpy and shy, and left kicking and screaming, so he had a good time. Actually, he really did. His parents told him goodbye and he was totally cool with that. Then, finally, his Dad had to go back and carry him out. Poor kid.
And that's pretty much all that we did this weekend.
**One day maybe we'll try to smuggle in some of those individual drink mixes that you dump into your water bottles and shake. That's not a bad idea.
The game went really well. The Royals won 3-1, and we were able to see Joakim Soria, the Mexicutioner, earn another save. Two years ago when we moved here, having a two run lead heading into the ninth was cause for antacid. But, thanks to Joakim, everyone stands and cheers between the bottom of the eighth and the top of the ninth. It's nice to have a closer this good. The Friday fireworks following the win were good too.
One thing that did not go so well on Friday was finding out that our '97 Accord wasn't going to be able to make the road trip to Salt Lake without $1700 of repairs. So suddenly we absolutely had to find a car before our trip. That was our goal for Saturday, but unfortunately, we didn't have much luck. By about 3:30pm we went home defeated.
Sunday we had a new family from church over for dinner. They thought we were brave for inviting them and their 3-year-old boy and their 12 month-old girl. Whenever we have people over for dinner they're always worried that their kids will destroy our house some how. No matter how often we tell them not to worry, they still do. Bless their hearts. The Baked Ziti went over well, and 3-year-old Reagan enjoyed the pepperoni in the salad. We had a good time. And, truth be told, feeding other families we know is really just a ploy to borrow their kids for a few hours. Reagan arrived grumpy and shy, and left kicking and screaming, so he had a good time. Actually, he really did. His parents told him goodbye and he was totally cool with that. Then, finally, his Dad had to go back and carry him out. Poor kid.
And that's pretty much all that we did this weekend.
I see you bought one of those "dad" shirts :)
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