The Schofieldians: Moving

That's right. We moved all the way down the road to a new RV park. I begged and pleaded with Nick to move us down here because the lack of internet and water pressure and he finally caved. It's quite high class down here too. We have gravel (not dirt), a cement pad complete with a picnic table (one you can actually sit upon), it's fenced in so no more bears AND we have free internet. HOORAY!!

Anyway, I never got to blog about my fun trip to Price so here goes:

Day 1 - drove approx 8 hours, made one stop, Kendra didn't cry once.

Day 2 - Just chilled with Melissa and Neeley. Went to Russell's and played Wii.

Day 3 - Melissa and Brian going at it and I don't mean in the bedroom. Of course I hid out in the bathroom for an hour or so trying to not be nosy but on the other hand just couldn't help myself from cracking the door a few times. Anywho, it all ended with some tears from my hormonal prego sister, a few phone calls from Mr. Charming (aka smart ass), and Neeley asking her crying mommy if daddy killed her. All ended well and we all headed up to the mountains for some much needed fresh air. Kendra ate some dirt and a lot of cookies and then we headed for home. That night, Kendra woke up around 5 am so I put her in bed with me. Just after falling back a sleep, she fell out of bed on her head. Notice the goosegg? What a day!

Day 4 - The Wild Whittakers came all the way to Price for one day just to see ME. Yes I have three other sibling that also live there but I'm just positive that I was the reason for their visit. We had a blast, hence the pictures. We all tried to convince them to stay the night but Dustin foiled our plan.

Day 5 - Went swimming at the wave pool where Nils works. He talks me into hitting the "big ones". I'm thinking no big deal, I was a lifeguard myself for a few years. We head out and everything is going great until I start drowning. A few inches away is my wonderful and caring brother watching in embarrasment as I fight for my life. He's yelling at me like a coach would his athlete saying, "DON'T YOU DARE, CRYSTAL, I MEAN IT" over and over until I realize he really isn't going to save me. I finally made it out where I'm greeted by another brother laughing hysterically. What are brothers for? At least they let me know that one of the "girls" was about to pop right out. We followed up with some KFC and good old sugar cookie decorating.