The 4th, The Stork and White Trash Behavior

First off, before I get to this post I have been wondering if people still read my BLOG...if you saw the comments you would be thinking about 10 people do....I got the site meter back today and there are lots of you reading...reveal yourselves...

Anyways, like I said I feel like I have lots to cover from this 4th of July weekend. As you have seen the title of this BLOG I have a lot to cover....and this picture kind of incorporates all 3 elements, I am standing by a flag (4th of July check), I couldn't look more white trash (white trash check) and as you can see I have not been using that Bender Ball I ordered from the infomercial so it looks like I might be a couple months pregnant (stork check) but actually these are all very separate offences. So read on...

The 4th started with the usual activity, no on the parade, no on McDonalds breakfast (yes we Gildea's love the double cheeses but we also celebrate the 4th from the breakfast menu) and no on the hot air balloon races....no, no no, I went against the grain this year and I went straight for the pedicures. This is kind of a weird picture, but instead of trying to explain to that adorable little Thai girl who weighs about 73 pounds on a good day I thought I would try this. The pedicure wasn't in the plans but after the bratty 17 year old who takes her job WAY too seriously wanted to charge me $15 to get into the Lifetime Fitness pool I decided to take my business else wear.
So after roaming around town in our swimwear all afternoon we decided to just keep with what was working and roam around town on the scooters. I know it's pretty white trash, but you know you have to go with what works.
We did eventually get out of the swimwear in order to go to the fireworks in Sugarhouse park. Now I don't know if its just me or if I am speaking collectively for the group here but I need to know where all these people hide out throughout the year. I am talking about the mullet heads, the men in cutoff shorts and a tank top with hiking boots, the large breasted women in halter tops...you know the people I am talking about. You know the ones that park it at the park all day long with a bucket of chicken (I have a goal to do this next year). But seriously, it is some fine people watching. It was also really nice to sit in between 2 Hispanic families who when the fireworks would go off they would say, "Mucho El Fuego" OK maybe that's not a direct translation but you get the idea.

Now this is probably the cherry on top as far as stories go. While at the Logan fireworks on Thursday night a certain friend of mine brought her middle aged parents to the fireworks. I wound up sitting on the same blanket with them, let's call them Paula and Dean (not Paula Dean from foodnetwork). As the fireworks are going off Dean leans over to Paula and whispered, "All human life starts with a little explosion..." You know that question, would you rather be deaf or blind? I usually pick blind, but at that moment I would have changed to deaf. I thought it was a little weird and of course NO ONE ELSE heard it but me...naturally. So, I kind of brushed the whole incident off until after the fireworks when Paula told me that she had to hurry home to call her son. Why you ask...."I have to hurry and call and wish him happy birthday because he was conceived on the 4th of July." And then I remembered all human life starts with a little explosion.

Parents, maybe its just me, but I feel as if I can speak pretty collectively for the whole group here. We as your children...or your children's friends don't want to hear these kinds of things. I think we are all still hopeing and imagining we came by stork...just like in DUMBO. Please don't take this hope and dream from us....