So
it’s been a while and a bunch of goodness has happened. My mom came back to
visit me, along with my aunt and uncle Peterson. The weekend they came ended up
being gorgeous. It was the weekend of General Conference and Saturday was
amazingly hot out. We went to the Saturday morning session, my
mom and I watched it in the Joseph Smith building and it was a very cool
experience. We went early and were able to watch a vast majority of the Joseph
Smith movie and so I was bawling before the Conference even began then
conference was amazing and so I cried all the more. I’m rather emotional
lately.
I
wanted really badly to go in to the Conference Center, since I have never been,
and so Ken (the best guy in the world) and I decided we would trek down Sunday
morning after saying goodbye to my family and go to the afternoon session.
WELL, before we even hit Ogden we were stuck in traffic, over an hour later we
finally were able to move. We reached Salt Lake and were half jogging all the
way to the conference center—with time quickly dwindling. Anyways, we get there
and we are seriously 5 people away from the door and they tell us they were
full. Ya, you could say I was disappointed. Real bummed out! So I pretended to
be tough as we walked back to the car, but I don’t hold things in very well, so
I just looked out the window and was a bum for the next half hour. I really
wanted to go!!
Then
this last weekend I told Ken that my friend was singing at the Conference
Center on Saturday and that we should go. You should know that Ken is amazing
and will do anything I want to. So we leave Saturday morning at 11:00 so that
we can go find tickets and watch her at 1:00. We drive all the way down; get
there and they inform us that they are sold out! Now tell me how the goodness
that happens, the Conference Center is huge! So I was a bum… again. I just get
really sad when I drive forever to do a good thing and then it doesn’t work
out. And it wouldn’t even be that bad If I didn’t drag someone along with me…
but I act like it’s this magnificent idea and tell Ken to come with me and then
it doesn’t workout so well. Then I just feel bad so then I get sad and then I’m
a bum. It’s a vicious cycle. I have now retired on thinking of ideas.
Regardless,
Ken will still hang out with me, he doesn’t really mind too much that I’m not
very good at plans. He also continues to be amazing and think of great ideas,
so really- my contribution is unneeded.
To
prove that he’ll do anything for me, I say, “ Ken, put on these glasses and
lets drive around looking at people and pretend we don’t know anything is
wrong” (aka, lets just make fools out of ourselves). He does it.
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| * May have based this off of an actual event from the mother* |
