Of Southern Gardening, Gossner's Master Scheme, Adoption Panels, Easter Egg Hunting Action, and 15-Year Lameness

Hey, ya mangy varmints. Git outta my collard patch. Whoa, that was weird. I think I channeled Nathan Radley there. Anyway, not a ton has happened in the last few months, hence the lack of bloggage. We planted our garden a few weeks ago. Mostly the usual stuff--tomatoes, peppers, squash, pumpkins, cantaloupe, lettuce, and so on and so forth. No collards, but lest you be thinking we're hoity-toity Yankee snobs who consider Southern food to be pig slops, we did plant okra (or, as we call it because we're such hilarious sons and daughters of guns, "Oh-crap"). In all honesty, I would love to go to Louisiana sometime just to try the food. Not sure about all this dancing around in one's scanties business that goes on during Mardis Gras, but I guess drunken party-goers will be drunken party-goers. 

As for other stuff that's happened of late..

• We went to Logan last Monday with Laura and her kids and filled our car to bursting with Pepperidge Farm cookies, barbecue ribs, and Gossner milk and cheese. (By the by, does anyone besides me think the Gossner cashiers are kind of on the snotty side? My guess is, management hires only lactose intolerant employees so they'll keep their hands off the merchandise. Ooh! Got you figured, Gossner Foods!) On the way there, the car overheated and we had to pull into a gas station. Luckily one of the Burger King employees there was a car expert and helped us figure out what we needed to do. Bless you, Burger King! If only you were as good at making hamburgers as you are at fixing cars.
• A few weeks ago we participated in an adoption panel put on by the Riverton Family Services. Besides us there was a couple who adopted through foster care, one who went through a private agency, and one who went through a lawyer or something. It was good to hear experiences from people who have tried other channels, since I am assuming Ting-Ting will probably want a sibling at some point. 
• Uhh...Easter...happened. Tingers enjoyed her first egg-dyeing session as well as her first Easter egg hunt. Actually there were two Easter egg hunts, one at Laura's and the other at Brian's. Ting-Ting's method of Easter egg gathering is really funny--while the other kids are zipping around like Energizer Bunnies with their butts on fire, she moves up to an egg reaaaaaally slowly and grabs it reaaaaally slowly, and then, instead of putting it in her basket so she can find more eggs, she has to open it right then and there to see what's inside, and all the while me and Alyssa are basically jumping up and down, yelling at her to get more eggs before the other kids. I hate to see how we act in soccer games in a few years. Scary.

We're going to St. George this upcoming week. We don't actually have any plans for once we're there, but when have we ever? The week after that is my 15-year class reunion, to which I am not going, and they can't make me. As if it's not already depressing enough to realize that there are people I graduated with whose children are already teenagers. Plus, from what I understand, all they're doing is running a 5k and eating Cafe Rio. And for some reason, this costs $40 a couple. I could stay here and eat Cafe Rio for $6 and not run, and spend quality time with my lovely wife and daughter. Which sounds infinitely less depressing. 

        Ting-Ting pumping herself up for some Easter egg hunting "action"