A Lagoon employee, or as Brad likes to refer to them - a "carnie", actually said the above words to my family and me as we got on the Mousetrap ride last Friday. I don't know if he is paid to parrot the slogan "x" times a day, or if he just really loves his job that much... either way, I was thrilled. I laughed about it the whole ride to avoid peeing my pants, seeing as the Mousetrap is the scariest ride at park BY FAR.
Jason hooked up the family last Friday with free tickets to Lagoon and, as always, it was amazing. Brad was on call (not to mention the fact that his reaction to the invite was reminiscent of the Grinch's to Whobilation), so Brett took time out of his busy freshman schedule to be my date for the night. All-in-all, an excellent trip.
I urge all of you to embrace the child, or carnie rat, within and take a trip to Farmington soon. Bask in the atmosphere of cotton candy, caramel apples, broken bumper cars, lousy pavilion entertainment, pre-teen ski-lift flirting, nausea, corn dogs, wasted money on fixed games of chance, and pretending not to be scared of the new roller coaster. It's fabulous, by the way.
The creepy clowns are due to come out any day now for the infamous Frightmares. (It's more than just famous, it's infamous!). Who's up for it?
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Posted by Michelle at 7:47 PM
Monday, September 10, 2007
Posted by Michelle at 7:02 PM
So, in a recent chat with a new acquaintance at church, I was asked the question: "Tell me about your family." (I guess that really isn't a question, per se, but bear with me.) Naturally, I spouted off about how great my parents are and how sad it is to be far away from them, about all my siblings that live here and how fun it is to get together, about Brad's fantastic family and how they've accepted me (and all me eccentricities) as one of their own... blah, blah, blah. Well - turns out I'm an idiot and this person was referring to MY family, as in, he assumed I had kids and was just being friendly.
Those of you who know me well, know that I'm a really smooth conversationalist. (HA! Please note the sarcasm in the previous statement.) And as soon as I realized my blunder, I felt awkward and somehow felt the need to continue to ramble on and on, overcompensating with lame questions, lamer jokes, and a super-lame conversation ender.
I don't know why I just told that whole story... I guess just to prove that I love my family and will tell anyone who will listen, and that clearly, I don't know when to shut up.
p.s. The Gary Coleman kid got off with a warning.
Posted by Michelle at 6:23 PM
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
I figured it's been a while since I've actually put any photos of Brad and me on here. Creepy online stalkers wouldn't even know what we looked like. Actually, Laurel just emailed me some pictures she took during the most hilariously awkward family photo session last week... I'll have to upload the "official" family portrait when I get it.
Now, back to the "hilariously awkward" part... taking pictures with my family is always hard because a) there are a lot of people, and b) all of those people are very opinionated and want to be in charge. (We are Lees, right?) But the night went well, even though we lost the light and Brett lost Scott's car. HA! Seriously, half of our train of cars followed some poor guy through half of Riverton and into his driveway. Apparently there was one too many silver Xterras on the road.
P.S. I just think this is funny. One of my students missed school today because he had a court date with none other than Mr. Gary Coleman. I guess "Arnold" actually caught him (and some friends) attempting to doorbell-ditch his house in Santaquin. The kid says Coleman came out of his house with a baseball bat... that may be an exaggeration, but it still makes for a funny visual.
Posted by Michelle at 4:32 PM