So after waiting for way too long to take a vacation I finally took a week off from work. The real purpose was to go to Nevada for two of my cousins to graduate from high school and then one of them to get married a few days later. There were some weird things that happened... so let us re-hash them and see if I can figure out the meaning of things. In chronological order: I left Moab and headed to Nevada, not Vegas, which has the potential of fun, northern middle of nowhere Nevada, to a small mining town called Carlin. If you ever get the urge to go there... slap yourself and then decide to go somewhere else.

I got to Carlin and a few hours later I went to the graduation. I think there were 20 kids that graduated, Chris received some honors, as did Alyssa--who was valedictorian. This is where strange thing number one happened: Ericka, my aunt is quite active in her children's life... and if someone treats her kids inappropriately she "gets all up in their grill" about it. Because of her hyperactivity in the school situations the principal has decided that she didn't like Ericka, so to try to get back at her this upstanding leader in the school refused to announce the speakers, so the student with the highest GPA in the entire high school (Alyssa) was not announced before she spoke. Weird huh?

So then we rode 4-wheelers for a couple days, one of which Lacie-my brother- jumped his bike in such a way that it broke the handle bars on the 4-wheeler and put a big gash in his shoulder.  We did try to go to Jarbige once but we didn't make it cuz the snow was too deep the bikes wouldnt get through it.

So then came the day of the wedding. My assignments from the Bride (Alyssa) and her Mother (Ericka) was hair, makeup and nails for the wedding party, then my assignment from the MOH (Alyssa's little sister Tiffany) was to take charge of the traditional car vandalisim. lol. I did have lots of help so it wasn't all my fault. Most of it was just funny, and didn't cause damage, but the 9 year old boys that were involved wrote all over the hood and the trunk of the car with Sharpies, Then because of this the baby powder that was in the car pushed the B & G over the edge and they got way mad! Then because of their anger the MOTB got mad at me. I feel horrible about it. 

So I've not figured out anything but that I'm not liking the whole car tradition with weddings. My cousin may never talk to me again, and I hurt one of my favorite people, Kill me now!?!?!?