January 2

I'm going to remember as much as I can about January 2.

2012. We all piled in the car to go to the children's museum at the Gateway. I thought Baby was adorable in his hat, but he was unhappy for some reason.

In the underground parking lot, David had to carry both Franklin and Nathaniel because they wouldn't let anyone else take them. David and my dad and I almost walked past the children's museum; my mom had to stop us before we crossed the street. I didn't want my flash to go off in the museum, so I ended up with a bunch of blurry pictures. The first place for the kids had balls that went through tubes all over the place. There was another kid named Preston there; we kept hearing his family saying his name. David took a picture of me and told me that in the picture my hair looked like his friend Michael Bishop's. Then we moved on in the museum. Franklin had fun building a foam building.

There was a water station with little smocks so that the kids wouldn't get wet. I thought Baby was adorable in his, and my mom agreed. I stayed with him and I heard another parent tell his daughter she needed to be nice to the little boy. Allie and Preston played in the supermarket area. Then we went upstairs, where there was a stop-motion video maker. Then we all left and realized that Preston wasn't with us, so I went back up the stairs and got him. Then we went to Chuck-a-Rama, where we were having our family New Year's dinner. We were sitting in the front, waiting for people for forever. Preston started crying because he was hungry and because he does stuff like that, so Ya-ping took him in. A little later Joey asked me where Preston was. I asked him if he was still installing windows. At dinner, my cousin's husband Cameron asked Jesse if he liked Katy Perry; Jesse said he preferred Ke$ha. Before we left, we were asking Baby to say everyone's names, and he did. The Chuck-a-Rama employees were cleaning up; it seemed to me they were hinting at us to leave, because some members of the family were too chatty and we'd been there a long time. Then we went home and I took down the lights that I had made say "12" on a fence outside.

2011. I think I drove home from my singles ward and I saw a house that already had Valentine's Day decorations up--hearts in the window and red and purple giant lollipops in the yard (they have lollipops for all sorts of holidays). That night I watched a Church movie--I think Joseph Smith: Prophet of the Restoration--with my mom. Then my mom went to bad and was sad because I would be going back to Provo the next morning.

2010. In the morning, my brother-in-law Matt updated my sister's laptop to have Windows so that I could use it at school. I might have called my roommates--James didn't answer his phone, so I left a message. (James never returned my call because he hates everyone.) Then I called Jeff Anderson and he said I didn't need to take any pots and pans or dishes or anything. Then my parents and I loaded my stuff in the Suburban. Matt wished me good luck at the Y. Then we drove down to Provo. We parked in the Stratford Court parking lot. I took my bicycle down to the parking garage just as another girl was, and I started talking to her. We had to break into my apartment through the window. We took all my stuff up, and then we went out shopping. We ate dinner at Burger King, and Allie called me. I wasn't quite sure why she did. Then we went to Deseret Book to see if they had Cherie Call's new album Grace; they didn't. We looked at large spiral-bound hymnbooks. We wondered at the price differences between the red one and the green one. The cashier told us that the red one was made by Deseret Book and the green one was by the Church. She gave my mom a discount on the red one. Then we went to Kmart. We looked at nail clippers and my mom was debating which one to get; I asked why we couldn't get both. We bought some pillows, some milk, some ground beef, and some grape jelly. Then they dropped me off at my apartment. I was all alone. I connected to the internet at the desk in my bedroom and got on Facebook before I put away my stuff. Colin Barber, whose contract I had bought, stopped by with a girl. I wasn't accustomed to a college environment, so I didn't invite them to sit down, so we just stood. Colin liked the smiley faces on the Joe Boxer pillow. I went over to 306 and knocked on the door. I told them I was new in the ward and asked where church was; they told me I could just walk up with them, but that I shouldn't knock on the door--I should just walk in.

2009. I think this was the day we were having dinner with the Bowens, and they had invited some less-actives we had found to come to dinner. We went to dinner and Brother Bowen went to pick up the guests. He came back and said that no one answered, even though it seemed that there might have been someone home. Then he realized he had left his phone at that apartment complex (which had once been a hotel). Since that was a poor complex, he worried someone had stolen it. He left and came back. He had found his phone, and I think he said that someone at the complex had said that the people who were supposed to come to dinner were home. So we just had dinner with the Bowens. They asked typical questions. Elder Wilson told them that his father is an auctioneer. I think we complimented them for having a lot of cats but not smelling like it.

2006. We went to Golden Corral for dinner. As we were leaving, my uncle's wife Nancy was talking to us and Allie, and it came up that Allie really liked princesses. Then we went home and I had to buckle down and finish The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn. 

2003. In the morning, my carpool, Ryan Jones and his mom, came to pick me up. Nadine said, "Happy New Year!" I didn't know if she was saying that of her own accord, or if she was saying it because my projector was on and you could still kind of see that it said "Happy New Year."

2001. In my sixth-grade class, we would get in a circle and go around and say things. On this day (I think--maybe it was a different day), we were talking about what we did on New Year's. I told them that my family had come over and we played with confetti over the stairs. Then I said, "So we have confetti all over our house." Then someone said, "You haven't cleaned it up?" I kind of felt embarrassed, because it made us seem like we were slobs.


Hmm. I remembered less about January 2 than I thought I would.

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