Livin in the South 10/10/2016

Here is the happenings from this week:

- Cruisin the Coast. 

This was fun! It is a GIANT gathering of old cars. Like REALLY old cars! Look it up! Everywhere you go during the week, there are hundreds of awesome cars! Imagine amazing car show, then times it by 6! (movie quote for ya)

I was driving most of the time or I would have taken pictures. 

I thought Ryan would have loved it. Perhaps he will have to come down when i visit the mission at some point in the future. 

-Jeep

Whilst riding along the road, on our way home, we stopped on Lemoyne. We waited for the cars to pass so we could cross. Then I saw it. A dark green, 1994 Jeep Wrangler. Complete with American flag and Don't Tread on Me flag, zip tied to the roll cage. And some bagpipe music. 

For half a second, I was back in Kaysville. I started to laugh and get ready to say hey to Ryno. Then I realized it wasn't him. It was just a cruel coincidence. I watched it pass, void of any muscular, dirty blonde football stars. Then I wiped the solitary alligator tear from my face, smiled for sweet memories and continued to bike. 

-Thievery

The day after ^ experience, another cruel thing happened. We went tracting. That isn't the cruel thing, though I don't really fancy tracting. Very unmissionarylike of me I know. The cruel thing came after. We had locked our bikes up under one of the staircases of the complex, then went to knock some doors. None opened, not nicely that is. When we went back for a water break, Sister Thompson turned to me and, with eyes wide, asked, "Where is your helmet?" 

I looked up to check my bike handle. No helmet. Sister Thompson's helmet was still dangling unharmed from the outside handlebar. Mine was missing from the handlebar against the wall. For it to be taken they would have had to move both our bikes, maneuvered my helmet off, and moved on. All without anyone seeing them. Somehow they managed it. 

A woman walked by and kindly said "shouldn't have come to the ghetto." 

Shouldn't have come to Mississippi then. All of it could qualify as "ghetto" 

*dramatic eyeroll*

-Southern names

Down here people have one of two kinds of names:

       -Fancy posh names (Hadley Grace. Daisy May. etc)

       -Ghetto names that come from picking 5 or more syllables out of the air. (Shakelvionna, Latyshonnia, Shatequa)

Keeps it fun!

-Sister Thompson's One Year!!

Of course a smash cake had to be made! Video to follow.

We had so much fun! Channeled my inner Sweet Whimsy Cakes while making it. Sadly it didn't turn out quite as pretty as SWC, but it was the best I could do with a box mix and one can of frosting. I disgraced the family with that one. 

It was a pretty good week. It had its ups and downs, but that's life. 

LOVE YOU!!! 

p.s. Ashley I need to see a picture of your hair. Aubs drew a picture of us Lindberg girls and underneath you with your purple hair wrote "Yes, she dyed her hair purple."

Send me pics

please

thanks