claires blurb
looks like I have to send you pictures via AOL, but for now here are my blurbs:
Other than Austin's infamous decor de ceiling un sparkling cider incident, I really don't have many stand out memories. Usually Thanksgiving is everyone saying "Hey Claire, do you want some Green beans, parsnip, or broccoli?" and I try to block out those taunts. There was one time when Dad was sleeping on the floor of the yellow room (suprise suprise) and austin took the silver candleabras, set them down and said "hey, little girls, kneel down at the stairs in fron of Dad." "why?" "because I said so, and it's fun" "okay" We really had no idea why we were doing this, but it was funny, and we were giggling, and Austin kept saying "shut up". The big picture was dad's mock funeral. Watch the home video, it's hilarious.
This year I spent down in SL,UT; or more accurately, NSL, UT -- but that way ruins the joke. Thanksgiving was Thanksgiving. Food was made and eaten. The eventful part of my break from Rexburg was hanging out with Libby Egan in the big city. We found an amazing record store, got After-Thanksgiving deals, I had a half hour conversation with someone who couldn't talk, and we were both invited to a polygamist church 20 miles from the Center St. Tracks hub.
First, the conversation with the mute. Libby and I were in a bookstore, separate, looking at different books, and some guy comes up to me. Obviously couldn't talk, because he's waving his hands around - I tell him the time, he shakes his head. I happened to have a notepad, so I gave it to him, and he motioned for me to sit down. Thinking that maybe he needed help, the poor bum, I sit down, and he writes "Hi, what's your name? My name is John." Well fabulous. So the next half hour he's writing down that I should get a loan from a bank, buy a four-plex and rent it out and make "profit $$." and how I shouldn't bank with Wells Fargo because they have a lot of indentity theft. He also asked me if Libby was "my lesbian". I think he was trying to be funny, but it wasn't. Half of the conversation is incoherant, and most of my responses are "oh nice, uh huh". and that was that. Completely weird.
The next morning Libby and I went to get on tracks, and some older, not quite a bum, but still creepy middle aged guy came up and asked if he could borrow a cell phone - Libby let him, he couldn't reach whoever, and then he started talking to us. He asked us how we liked the City, and if we had ever been to a poligamist church. "mm, no." "oh well, there's one about 20 minutes from here. It's incredible! I was there last week, and these people look just like you and me! This one guy sitting on the pew had THREE WIVES! His youngest wife was sitting next to him, and he was chatting with her like there was no tomorrow. and his older wife, was down at the end, taking care of the children, and then his other wife was down at the other end, and she WAS PREGNANT! You two should come. Are there a lot of polygamists where you're from?" "no, there's not really a lot of LDS people where we're from." "oh, you're LDS?" (at this point I think he found out he made a mistake talking to us, because we wern't at all interested in being in his preverted polygamist fantasy) "Yep" "oh well, I talked to a senator, and he said that the church didn't want polygamy because of the publicity, it'll be back in about 50 years." "Alright" and bu theis time we saw our train coming, and we ran away.
This year I spent down in SL,UT; or more accurately, NSL, UT -- but that way ruins the joke. Thanksgiving was Thanksgiving. Food was made and eaten. The eventful part of my break from Rexburg was hanging out with Libby Egan in the big city. We found an amazing record store, got After-Thanksgiving deals, I had a half hour conversation with someone who couldn't talk, and we were both invited to a polygamist church 20 miles from the Center St. Tracks hub.
First, the conversation with the mute. Libby and I were in a bookstore, separate, looking at different books, and some guy comes up to me. Obviously couldn't talk, because he's waving his hands around - I tell him the time, he shakes his head. I happened to have a notepad, so I gave it to him, and he motioned for me to sit down. Thinking that maybe he needed help, the poor bum, I sit down, and he writes "Hi, what's your name? My name is John." Well fabulous. So the next half hour he's writing down that I should get a loan from a bank, buy a four-plex and rent it out and make "profit $$." and how I shouldn't bank with Wells Fargo because they have a lot of indentity theft. He also asked me if Libby was "my lesbian". I think he was trying to be funny, but it wasn't. Half of the conversation is incoherant, and most of my responses are "oh nice, uh huh". and that was that. Completely weird.
The next morning Libby and I went to get on tracks, and some older, not quite a bum, but still creepy middle aged guy came up and asked if he could borrow a cell phone - Libby let him, he couldn't reach whoever, and then he started talking to us. He asked us how we liked the City, and if we had ever been to a poligamist church. "mm, no." "oh well, there's one about 20 minutes from here. It's incredible! I was there last week, and these people look just like you and me! This one guy sitting on the pew had THREE WIVES! His youngest wife was sitting next to him, and he was chatting with her like there was no tomorrow. and his older wife, was down at the end, taking care of the children, and then his other wife was down at the other end, and she WAS PREGNANT! You two should come. Are there a lot of polygamists where you're from?" "no, there's not really a lot of LDS people where we're from." "oh, you're LDS?" (at this point I think he found out he made a mistake talking to us, because we wern't at all interested in being in his preverted polygamist fantasy) "Yep" "oh well, I talked to a senator, and he said that the church didn't want polygamy because of the publicity, it'll be back in about 50 years." "Alright" and bu theis time we saw our train coming, and we ran away.
