“I’m only here for the food!”

    First of all I will explain the new picture. This is a sign that is posted at the swimming hole. (A favorite place on the ranch where I grew up.) It is a wonderful little place to swim with rope swings, a zip-line, a diving board, a soft shell turtle, the occaisional baby aligator, a volleyball net, basket ball hoop, and wooden docks. All I am going to say is I am pretty sure that the swimming hole is no “ool”.

   Florida was absolutely wonderful!! It was actually really hard for me to leave. But it also felt really good to get home. I will tell you a little about the trip but I will spare your eyes and my fingers and not write too much.

     The wonderful week started off at 3:00 in the morning which was when we had to get up and out the door in time to catch our flight. The first flight we were on took us to Denver and I slept the whole time. I dont even remember take off. Poor Gini, I was a boring plane buddy. I was next to the window too and so she didnt even get to enjoy that. The rest of the flights went well also. Mom made sure she brought plenty of snacks. Although on our flight coming back in to Salt Lake I was about 4 rows ahead of everyone so they enjoyed all the snacks without me while the man I was sitting next to and I discussed ice cream, and dancing, the whole 4(ish) hours.

          Probably my favorite days were Thursday and Saturday. On Thursday we spent the day at the beach and then that night my family and I went to the Orlando Temple. I LOVE that temple. So beautiful! Saturday we did a lot of playing and a lot of swimming. We went to the beach that evening and it was perfect weather and the water was the perfect temperature. I could have stayed there all night.

         Some of the souvenirs that were brought home from Florida were a bazillion seashells, some flip flops and trinkets from my favorite store in Florida, and a huge cockroach that came unexpectedly in my moms suitcase. She was mortified.

    Well, it’s been good being home so far. I started lifeguarding today. The guy I work with is about a year or 2 older than I and its pretty fun to watch him handle a bunch of 8-9 year olds. There is one really dramatic little boy who kept yelling “I’m dying! I’m dying!” when we made him go in the deep end. Its quite entertaining. I will really enjoy this job.

     There you go, now it’s time to get back into real life again.