Home for Christmas

Christmas in the desert!  Football on Sunday!  Food after church!  Dad yelling for more hot chocolate!

It's good to be home.

I'm back in Callao for two weeks and it's just pure and unadulterated rapture.  The only bad part is that the Indianapolis Colts lost to the Chargers and my cousin Johnny is being a punk because the stinky cheatin' Patriots won.  Mom keeps going on about being a gracious winner.

Tell you what, you be a gracious winner.  I'm taking Johnny out and sticking his head in the snowbank.

West Desert boys' basketball is going to Duchesne and Tabiona this week, so we're going to Heber City to go see both games.  All they have to do is not suck and they'll do just fine.  That is, unless my wonderful little brother doesn't keep his mouth shut and his oldest sister rips his head off.  He's just being an obnoxious fifteen-year-old.

In other news, I got moved into my new apartment and I still have only have one roommate until someone else wants to buy a contract.  The best thing: I did it all by myself.  It was a pain, but I like being an independent snot.

Have a great Christmas, everybody!

Love from,
Jenny Wildcat