Weekend jumble

Now that we live in Las Vegas, Nathan and I take advantage of our close proximity to our family in Utah, so about once a month, we drive in for a quick weekend.  It's always a great time, but the drive is tiring, so my mind tends to be a bit mushy; during the visit and afterward.  So...I sort of loaded the pictures haphazardly to represent my mind and how I tend to remember an average visit. 

Nate pretending to be an awesome uncle...except he really is.



 



Luck Dog.





Afton and Mom auditioning for the next cover of the Ensign.



Jim and most of the kids.



The wee Gray.



The not so wee Ivie and Aunt Liz.

Grandpa, Ivie and Gray.



Sleepy Lilly.







Proof that we saw a mountain fire in the Virgin River Gorge.





Grey, Liz and Amos.



Justice is sweet and musical....~Henry David Thoreau

June 2007...or so:

Nathan and I lived in Holladay; I worked at University of Phoenix full time/GOGO part time and Nate worked at Verizon. One of us was really excited to quit their job and go to law school...the other, not so much. One Saturday after I worked my part time shift (at GOGO), I made the trek to West Valley to visit Nate at work during a lunch break. After my visit, I made a somewhat whimsical* decision to stop at the nearby Gold's Gym location for a workout. After said workout, I went into the locker room, only to realize that I hadn't locked up my stuff (dumb but I never did in Sandy or Holladay) and some rat had rooted through everything and took: my set of keys, my phone, my wallet, my lip gloss, and my face powder. To this day, I think this girl is disgusting based on the fact that she took my lip gloss. Anyway - after I quietly swore and freaked out in the bathroom, I went to the front desk and started the process of getting things straightened out.

*stupid

Nate, still at work, texted me a question and got curious when my response was full of misspelled words. I'm proud/sad to say it wasn't me responding, but my thief (Ashley). We kept my phone active for a couple days so she would have time to use it so we could track her...

We filed the report, etc., but didn't really have much to go on...until: a week or so later, I had ordered a new phone (with the same phone number) and was all set up. Thief's idiot friend sent me a message. Christmas! I wrote this person back and eventually found out that Hunter (my texter) is the brother of my thief and that they are from Idaho. After telling him a bit about me (Amy, age 22 from SLC) he divulged the first and last names of the two people involved in the theft of my items. After I got what I needed from him, Amy had to move on.

Thrilled with my craftiness, I called in my information to the detective on the case. He called me back a few times, but let me know the main thief had gotten away and thrown away everything of mine she'd taken. At that point, I filled out and sent in a restitution sheet and decided to be satisfied only with my sneaky way of finding the dirty girls who sifted through my things....until....

Restitution checks came in the mail today!!

I got a call earlier this week asking for my current address...3 addresses later, the checks are mine.

Thanks to Ashley and Hunter for a new flat iron. :)

Brother Shakespeare said the prayer

Lately, I've been trying to think of any excuse to leave the Las Vegas area...it's too hot, and it just gets annoying. (Me...annoyed?)

So...a few weeks ago we planned a quick trip to Cedar City to participate in the Shakespeare Festival, well, festivities. I was a bit shocked that it wasn't 70 degrees (it just seemed like that would be nice), but it was still lovely. We drove to St. George first to partake of delights such as the outlet shops and Arctic Circle. After we'd gotten our fill of discount shoes and fish, we headed to Cedar.

After stumbling into the room for a much needed nap, we readied ourselves for the show and looked around:

Outside the Adams Shakespearean Theatre. (and yes Ruth, I did think of Ms. Butcher and her thespian children while I was here.)

Let's all pretend the lighting was better...we forgot our real camera, so we did what we make fun of everyone for doing and we used the camera phone exclusively.


Me near the May Pole. I told Nate in high school, I had performed a choreographed dance around a May Pole whilst singing to "Follow me down to Carlow" and he was way impressed.
Way.

Inside of the theatre. We saw Richard III and it was amazing. Nate mentioned that he's glad he's not dim-witted or else he would've been lost. I'm glad I've seen this so I wasn't lost. It's not often that my leisure activities match up with Elder Oaks, but they did that night. He and his wife Kristen were on the front row. I bet he didn't get lost in the plot either.

Sunday School on the campus.


Near the Shakespearean concessions...my ill-fitting jeans the night of the show convinced me I was fine without anything they were selling.




We found this beautiful spot after we finished our reading on the bleachers...while pretty, we realized it was too loud to hear each other, so we just took a few pictures...

...and Sabrina danced.

After we left the campus, we headed to church. We encountered a normal (noisy) ward and were delighted to hear that Brother Shakespeare would be saying the opening prayer.

Seriously.