Barefoot Bubbly

Labor day normally means vacations, last chance getaways before school, and relaxing.
      For Pullman residents and WSU students alike it meant a mass intrusion of people for the Cougar's first football game. For Kyle it meant the annual guys camping trip with Steven, Steven, and Robert. They drove for about an hour and a half to some remote place by a river. Their plan was to catch rattle snakes and float the river. I think what happens camping stays there for the most part, but I know Steven G's thighs were fried. Sun taught him not to wear mini shorts while floating the river for six hours. They played power hour, I'm not sure how long they lasted this time, but apparently Kyle was running back in forth to his fishing pole while proclaiming "exercise makes you sober!" Then he vommed. Aren't boys smart? They came back a night early, my guess was that they ran out of food, or beer. I think they were just tired though. I'm just glad none of them came back with nubs or other expected major injuries. Looks like they are growing up a little.
     For me Labor day weekend meant a long drive home alone. I literally drank red bull for six hours to stay awake. I sang at the top of my lunges with the windows rolled down...the whole way home. My dad and I went and got dinner at coconut kenny's. Carb overload, but weekends home mean gaining at least five pounds then working it off the next week. Saturday Elissa and I went to Rachelle's wedding. My parents did the floral stuff for it, and it turned out so gorgeous. Elissa was a hot mess and it was adorable. Most emotional wedding ever. Rachelle gave her bouquet to her grandmother who has dementia. She held it so tightly and never put it down. She was crying, and so were Elissa and I. I started laughing, because I get all awkward when I cry in front of people. So there we were, in the middle of a reception. Lauhging, and crying. Typical. We spent the rest of the gorgeous day happy hour hopping by the water. Then we creeped on a wedding...no big deal. Someday I think I want to experience wedding crashing. What? Like you've never wanted to? I also met my new nephew Seth (Daryn and Tamara). Jasper really wanted his name to be Thomas...the train. That night I went and said hello to my cute in-laws, then my parents, Eric, Bridget, and I hung out. Sunday Bridgette almost Gunderson and I drove down to Seattle to watch my cousin Peyton compete in the Miss WA pageant. We might have taken a couple wrong turns, and I might have swerved at the last minute to get off at an exit. NOT our fault. I drove home Monday. It was really hard to drive back to Pullman. I miss home. Everything about home.

      Back to the books, and life in Pullman...we miss you all. Love, us.