2013. In the evening, I watched the "Turkey Day" episode of The Beverly Hilbillies. After it was over, my roommate Scott said, "Except for the terrible cigarette commercial, that was the best Thanksgiving episode we've watched"; I told him it was better than the show's previous Thanksgiving episode. I wanted to go running, since I was super excited that I had later classes the next morning. I ran up 900 East, since it was too dark to go in darker neighborhoods. I only ran for about half an hour, since that's all I had time for. I wanted to see what an always-decorated house looked like. They were all decked out for Christmas, which wasn't too surprising, since they put up Easter stuff right after Valentine's Day. I was surprised to see a new intersection and new stoplight patterns.
2012. In the evening I was watching the Thanksgiving episode of Bewitched when there was a knock at the door. I paused the show to answer the door, and it was two of my horse friends, Kristen and Carissa. They came in, and after a minute Carissa asked if they could watch Bewitched with me. I told them, "They've been transported back to the first Thanksgiving," and I think they thought the episode was over before it was. They stayed and visited. My roommate Cameron came home and visited as well. The horses told him we were getting into the Thanksgiving spirit; he said, "By watching Bewitched?" and I said it was the Thanksgiving ep. There was talk about going to Gygi's in Salt Lake (I clued them into the pronunciation) and about going to bars--even though they wouldn't drink, I still thought that was inappropriate. Cameron said he had gone to a bar and someone had snapped his suspenders. As it got close to midnight, I told them they needed to leave, since it was almost curfew.
2009. For dinner, we ate at the Bartschi family's house. There was conversation about me going home (I'm not sure how they found that out). I told them of a video I had seen on my brother's blog where Franklin was putting a stuffed alligator to bed, and my mom had commented that she hoped he wouldn't fall on the new baby. That made me suspect that they were trying to keep the announcement of a new baby a surprise. (I found out later it wasn't meant to be a surprise; they just forgot to tell me.) We visited a former investigator named Jordan (a girl). Then we met our zone leaders at the stake center to go on an exchange. They told me I needed to take warm clothes, even though it was warm in Lewiston, so I think we drove back to our apartment so I could get a coat and some warm things. I put in my retainer, which made me speak with a slight lisp, and somehow the word "ferocioulicious" got coined, which sounded especially funny with my lisp. Elder Keddington wrote "ferocioulicious" on the picture I had drawn of Elder LaPratt, but he wrote it as "Froiouslious," which isn't even close. Elder Hansen mentioned the "Wicked Witch of the West."
2008. We traded our car with the elders in Medical Lake, and there was a jewelry charm hanging on the rearview mirror of the car we got. That night we had dinner with the Zellers, a part-member family. I think we had lasagna with elk meat, which I didn't like. The previous night we had had elk meat taco salad (or something), and I could tell it didn't taste like beef. When I ate the lasagna, I thought, "Maybe elk does taste like beef," since I thought it was beef lasagna, but then I found out it was elk, and I didn't like it. I shared the scripture in Alma about living in tdaily. This is my journal entry:
"Today was an ordinary P-day with shopping, e-mail, bowling, and such. We had dinner with the Zellers. The greatest anomaly was trading our car. It's almost the same on the inside so it's hard to get used to the white. It's older than our old one but has fewer miles. I don't think Elder LaPratt, with whom we traded, likes me that much." (Elder LaPratt was just an evil person.)
2007. In the morning, I was sad to say goodbye to three-year-old Preston, knowing that I wouldn't see him for two years. I asked at the Nashville airport if they could arrange for a wheelchair to meet me at the Dallas airport, since I had a sprained ankle. When I got on the plane, we had to wait because there had been a power outage in Dallas. Eventually we left, and indeed there was a wheelchair waiting for me in Dallas. Then I got on one of the airport vehicles, driven by an Indian (as in from India) who didn't seem like he knew what he was doing. We picked up some other handicapped people, and we went all over the place and had to keep switching vehicles. It was ridiculous. At one point I went and sat on the floor because I hated standing on one foot. Their lack of efficiency made me miss my flight. I went and talked to the lady at the desk and she told me that I might be able to get on a flight that night, but if I didn't get on that one, I would have to wait even longer. I got some coins (since I had no cell phone) and was able to get a hold of Susanne to tell her my situation. While I waited I read the sixth Harry Potter, since I hadn't finished it yet. I might have finished the book on the plane. I was able to get on the next flight, for which I was grateful. When I got on the plane, a man was in my seat. But a flight attendant let me sit in his seat, which worked out well because it was an aisle seat while my original one was a middle seat. They put my crutches in the overhead storage. When we landed, a man asked me if I wanted him to take down my crutches. As I was walking through the Salt Lake airport, some people said, "That's a terrible way to travel!" When I exited the terminal, my mom was holding sleeping four-year-old Allie and had a wheelchair. I sat down and she gave me Allie to hold while she went to find my luggage. I think she said she had just taken the wheelchair, and I might get in trouble for holding Allie. I was excited when I got home that I got my DVD of The Munsters' Scary Little Christmas, but I don't think I watched it that night.
2006. It seems that I might have been working on a Thanksgiving paper for AP English. It was a late-night writing session, since it was due the next day.
2005. There was a Thanksgiving seminary lesson that day. We made origami turkeys and read a Psalm about thanksgiving.
2003. I think I went to Kmart with my dad because I needed to get tortilla chips for a seminary "extended devotional" (party) the next day. I also wanted some Christmas candy for the Christmas season, so my dad got Christmas Peanut M&Ms. I actually wrote a journal entry that day, stylized with decorative letters:
"Thanksgiving is this week. It will be Thanksgiving vacation, so tomorrow is Friday and today is Thursday. Gee, the week went by quickly. Tomorrow is extended devotional and since I'm on the activities committee, I signed up for devotional. We went to see You're A Good Man, Charlie Brown at the High School on Saturday, and tomorrow we're seeing Annie at Hale Centre Theatre."
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