Golden Spike

Ok, I already know it's going to be a two post night...forgive me for not posting this yesterday...it's been busy. Yesterday we went to the re-enactment of golden-spike. It was the 139th anniversary of the event. I must admit that I went solely because my Grandma and Grandpa guilted me into it. I made myself have fun...but Logan loved it. (It was very very boring) It would have been less boring if we had gotten the correct start time. They told us the event started at 11. When in reality, they started at 12:30. It was hard. The boys were fussy...I was a little annoyed (We arrived on time...everyone else arrived promptly at 12:30...So I was guilted in being there...but those who guilted me were not.) Funny. It was ok. The boys had a blast. I bought them these cute little engineer hats and these little wooden trains and we got to spend some good time with My uncle Layne and Aunt Cynthia and their kids. It was so fun to get to see them. (They live in St. George, and we haven't gotten to spend time with them. This visit was my first time meeting all of their kids. It was great) We went to Maddox for dinner following and I must say...the food kind of sucked. (Ok, it really sucked. I must say, if I have the choice, I won't eat there again.) Over all it was pretty fun. Exhausting, but pretty fun.

I admit, I am a snob

I don't know what it is about public transportation. It brings out the inbreds...that's all I can say. Lisa, my mom, Logan, Jonah, Layton and me...we all load onto this train, with not a seat available. This kind older gentleman and his wife gave up their seats so me and Lisa could sit with the boys. It was very sweet. We had a front row view of this crazy lady who sat on the floor and bawled because she had to sit on the floor. She just kept saying "This is not my idea of fun." super. So then this group of (pardon the political incorrectness) special eddy's sits down. There were about 6 of the most ghetto...most special people, with approximately 16 teeth between them. They screamed at each other from Woods cross to salt lake and then from salt lake to clearfield. I wanted to stab them with a pencil. They had 2 little babies with them, one was screaming her little brains out. I picked up a package of yogos out of my purse and asked the mother "Would your baby want some yogos?" She looked at me very strangely and said "Maybe," and took them from me. The baby continued screaming. I looked back and there is this lady eating her baby's yogos. I HATE PEOPLE! It was an interesting trip, but I will wait to ride it again until they start charging a regular fair...hopefully that will clear out some of the riff-raff. (And yes...I admit it, I'm a snob!)