05 July, 2011

Give me fireworks, or give me death.

Okay, maybe not death, but I seriously love fireworks. It takes me right back to childhood. I want to give a big thank you to Utah for changing the fireworks laws this year, because driving around and seeing so many fireworks up in the sky is incredible!

We took a trail up to the top of the mountain on Saturday (original intent was to watch the Stadium of Fire, but apparently there was another big mountain that didn't want us to see them. Very rude.) and all over the valley below us were big, bright fireworks. I loved it.

Last night we took the chopper up and watched the fireworks at Thanksgiving Point. They put on a pretty good show. Afterwards, the cops were blocking off the freeway entrances and forcing everyone to the two frontage roads instead. Not sure how they thought that was a good idea.

Husband, Father-in-law and I are loading up the bikes (by that I mean motorcycles, not just pedal bikes, sheesh!) and going on vacation in August and I'm ecstatic. We are going to California for 10 days with absolutely no plans, other than to spend a lot of time at the ocean. YES! My perfect retreat. I may not come back.

Now, off to kick-start my brain into believing today has things that need to be done. Long weekends are hard to come back from, even when your job is at home. Really. The couch thinks I should be lounging on it right now. Hell, I think I should be lounging on it right now. That's the problem.

Have a fantabulous day!

1 comment:

  1. I can sort of take them or leave them. I do enjoy them, but I'm not going to try to fight crowds to be able to see them.


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