There are rules, people. Can we just... ugh.

I've blogged a bit about livestock and transportation.  That's weird.  But here I go again, blogging about cows on the train.  No, not really.

I took the Salt Lake Express up to Blackfoot, Idaho this weekend for a baby blessing and to retrieve my family.  I never mind paying someone else to drive, it's a great opportunity to relax.  This trip wasn't much different.  Except for the young BYU-Idaho student who thought it would be appropriate to air jam her entire playlist, exaggerated lip syncing and all. For. The. Entire. Trip.  From the Salt Lake airport until Blackfoot, Idaho and beyond.

My older sister wisely suggested I engage in a lip sync battle, channeling my inner squad girl with Taylor Swift's "Shake It Off".  No joy.  The routine I had perfected failed to throw her off her groove. The only viable option was to wait for the opportune moment, open the back door to the passenger van, and bail.  I was preparing my exit and a thought occurred to me.  Why should I be the one to leave?  She's the one who broke the rules of normal social behavior, not me.  She should be the one to bail.

I hope she landed on a soft patch of sage brush...

Show and Tell... and DEATH

We took the dog for a walk. We found a door. I have no background for this, and I'm not sure I want any.

No One Else Was Laughing and I Don't Know Why

    Our family are members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.  We're Mormons.  Don't panic, I'm not going to preach Mormonism.  I'm going to make fun of it.

    For a day, I'd love to be an outsider looking into the odd phenomenon made up of green jello, funeral potatoes, and gnarly casseroles.  Any Mormon reader of this blog has got to admit we do some weird crap.  A sterling example, our stake (a group of around 10 local congregations) has appointed several members from each ward/congregation to the Stake Arts Council.  This is a beautiful thing, and normally not at all weird.  The announcement was made that the Arts Council would like enough participants to form a children's choir and a women's choir.  Ignoring the fact that children singing don't always sound like angels, this is very lovely.

    Where's the weird? A STAKE SHADOW PUPPET SHOW!  When I first heard the announcement I looked around to see if anyone else was laughing because, honestly, STAKE SHADOW PUPPET SHOW.  That alone is weird.  Would you like me to add to the weirdness?  Okay, take this:  no one else was laughing.  Maybe I'm the weird one for laughing.  Maybe I'm not in the know.  Maybe there's a Stake Shadow Puppet Show every Tuesday and this is no big thing.  Honestly, why would this be weird to anyone else?  Silly, silly me.

    My little sister has coined a phrase to show her bemused exasperation with Mormon weirdness:  Mormons gotta morm, yo.  Golly, sometimes I wish they wouldn't.