the third annual travis sorenson day observed

Normally we have a cookout, but we're going to switch it up a little this year. On either Saturday or Monday our family will be doing a hike. Green Canyon? That hike across the street and down from us? Whatever it is, it will be easy because of the small children and lazy people on the trip, and we will be picnicking. Bring a picnic and join us for the festivities in honor of our friend and yours, Travis Sorenson. More details will be forthcoming.

spearmint, or fruit?

John: "Here's a picture of Jesus."
Pinga: "He's wet!"
John: "He's getting baptized. Do you know who else is going to be baptized?"
Pinga: "Gum."

it's a lovely eleven morning

A while ago I made up a genealogy game for our Lehi ward, and John is re-using it for work. He's copyrighting it for me, since it's some pretty great intellectual property, and he was wondering what to call it. He called it Family Connections, yawn, and I think--since it's a genealogy game and all--that it should be called Doing It. You know, like the song, "Genealogy, I am doing it, my genealogy . . ." John doesn't like that name, because he's a real stick in the mud. So we're naming it Aebleskiver Plunderschnecht.

I'm here to keep my eye on her

One of the things I love about living so close to my parents is my relationship with Troy. Because she's so much younger than me I was sort of that distant relative she saw every once in a while but didn't know very well. Now we're real, no-foolin' sisters who can say rude things to each other and still be friends! Case in point: our text conversation this afternoon.

Troy: "Hey, I can just cook dinner on Sunday. You guys can just bring like a salad or something."
Layne: "Troy, you can just say you hate my cooking."
Troy: "No, I love your cooking. I just wanted to help out."
Layne: "I promise I'm not going to bring anything weird."
Layne: "Except maybe bubble tea."
Troy: "Ew . . . gross, that's against my religion."
Layne: "You don't love my cooking, you liar. Anyway, it's just steak, so no big."
Troy: "Okay, well, I'm cooking something too, then (I don't like steak)."
Layne: "Of course you don't. Pretty, pretty princess."

Because I love her and forgive her for being part of this new generation that doesn't care if it misspells or doesn't punctuate correctly, I have corrected her texting errors.

We went on to have a discussion about her track meet (cancelled because of the freak armageddon storm we had) and parted on good terms after I used some dated gangsta slang.