So last weekend Kimmi and I made a little road trip to SLC (one of our last thankfully...I grow weary of that long drive). We decided to take a load of boxes down in order to take a small chunk out of the large amount of stuff we'll be moving down in a few weeks. We had a fun trip. Lots to do as always, and lots of friends and family to see. Our good friend Megan Asper was up from Arizona so we spent time with her since we've been deprived of her company now that they've left Utah to pursue bigger and better things.
A big chunk of our time was spent at my parents house rescuing all my childhood memories that are strewn throughout my parents house. You see, after 19 years of living on Mile High Drive and 29 years of living in the Mt. Olympus 9th ward, my parents have decided to pull up stakes and downsize to a smaller home in the east millcreek area. Now since they are downsizing, my parents are on the war path with all the little nick-knacks we children collected over our young lives, yet decided not to take with us when we left the nest. So the warning has gone out that if we don't take it now it will end up in the trash or at the D.I. It was kind of fun going through my old stuff finding old photos and letters from friends back in the 90's. However after going through my stuff I felt bad for my older brother who lives in North Carolina and is unable to come to Salt Lake till Christmas. With that being the case his stuff was in grave danger. And me being the nice and loving brother that I am I volunteered to be his surrogate and do the sorting and memory rescuing for him. I'm pretty sure I did a good job... better at least then my dad would have done. I made three piles, stuff I knew he'd want, stuff I didn't think he wanted (a.k.a. Trash) and stuff to ask him about. When I was done, Alan and I had a fun conversation going through that pile over the phone. I was confused as to the stuff that he actually wanted to keep.... like all his homework assignments and tests from High School???... Anyway our rooms are now ready to be completely gutted of all stuff to the hearts content of my parents.
Lastly, and in regards to the title of this post, there was of course a Utah football game over the weekend that I desperately wanted to attend (I missed far to many while living in Idaho). I made a lot of phone calls trying to locate myself a ticket to the game but was highly unsuccessful. I was even willing to buy tickets from people on KSL.com but even they wouldn't call me back (at least the ones that were somewhat of a reasonable price). Anyway in the final hours my good friend Nate called me back to tell me that he located two tickets for me and they would be waiting for me at will call....I was SOOO excited.... On top of that my good wife reluctantly volunteered to be my football companion. So very nice of her. She was a trooper. Even when it began to rain! We had a fun time....well at least I know I did.
What was even more fun was the fact that my grandpa was getting the game ball at this game! Usually no one really pays attention to the presentation of the game ball but I was pleasantly surprised to see and hear the great uproar of cheers and clapping that came as my grandpa stepped onto the field to be recognized. Anyway, all in all it was a fun weekend.
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