Crackle, Pop... Snapped

So I realize I'm getting old. That I don't live the "freshmen" life anymore. I love having the house to myself. I love my flower garden. I love quiet.

Luckily, I get some dumb ass 17 year old boys next door to me this summer that remind me why I'm so glad I'm getting old. These boys are a real treat. One of them has such long hair that for the first month I swore he was a girl. They like to do really fun things like jump the curb on their scateboards into my yard, sit on my side lawn and drink beer all night, play hacky sack for hours on end and smoke weed in the lazy boys they have on the porch. These are some real classy boys living the life.

So a couple nights ago they thought it would be fun to light fireworks... until 2:30 am. Then when I went to work the next day they were all over my lawn, and luckily the sprinklers had gone on so they were nice and wet for me to pick up. Then last night they started a little earlier, lighting all sorts of fun ones like fountains, firecrackers, roman candles and something that had this nice screaching sound for a good 10 seconds. They did them so close to my roommates car that she went outside, chewed them out and moved her car. So I guess to be nice they moved them to the back of the driveway... right by my bedroom window... till 1 am.

Now I've always hated it when "old people" complained and ruined the fun, and I always vowed I would never do that person, but guess what... the patience is wearing thin. Very thin.

God Bless the USA

If you know anything about me (and Lisa Watkins) you know I love the good old USA. I love fireworks, rodeos, parades and hot dog eating contests. (Seriously though did you see that guy in NY that ate 68 hot dogs in 10 min... totally impressed). I think we are so blessed to have the freedoms that we have. So in turn, I love anything that celebrates the red, white and blue.

I'm not going to lie, I get a little teary when I hear lyrics like:

"Only in America... where they dream in red, white and blue.

Only in America... where we dream as big as we want to."

or the ever popular...

"I'm proud to be an American, where at least I know I'm free.

Ain't no doubt I love this land... God Bless the USA"

and for our Neil Diamond fans...

"We're comin to America.

Today... My country tis of thee... Today... Sweet land of liberty."

and for all you country lovers...

"Yes there's a lady that stands in a harbor for what we believe.

And there's a bell that still echoes the price that it cost to be free."

(Ok, but seriously, when I was in Philly at the Liberty Bell this is the only thing I could think about and I couldn't stop crying).

Anyway. So we had a fun filled patriotic weekend. Started with Logan fireworks and ended with the Cache Valley Cruise-In. Nothing says USA like old cars... especially since foreign cars are taking over.

The best part about it though is my parents and I did it all on our scooters... yeah the three amigos were three happy chappys. We didn't drive a car once all weekend. Farmers market, shopping, fireworks, cruise-in. Nothing could hold us back, not even when my dad bought 6 pairs of shoes. I'm totally obsessed with the scoots. Seriously was one of the funniest (and funnest) weekends ever.

Where the stars and stripes and the eagle fly.

Where the stars and stripes and the eagle fly.