Sibs

Laughing, skipping, farting, eating Skinny Cow Ice cream, power walking in the mountains, crying in movies, dancing like we're drunk, cooking lots of health food, driving, singing, Mama Mia, sitting on each other, talking, staying up late, La Mome Piaf, tornado happened in the basement, hearing stories about Iraq, Rachel's spastic driving, getting attacked by a dog, laughing at Sean's wisecracks, Aaron and the long board, Messerlys, Hawaiian Haystacks, Kayla Boo, shades, earrings, necklaces, makeup, thrift stores, berries and ice cream, daily sunsets, Jared the photographer, missing the rest of the family, walking temple square, and so much more.

How can I write about this weekend with my sisters and brother. i can't. All I know, is I cried when they left. I had to gather myself together and walk in to work. I love my family so much. The more grown everyone gets, the bigger the party seems to get. We get older but we refuse to grow up.

ON THE LAST NIGHT THE SIBS WERE HERE:

Rachel, Miriam, Naomi and I decided we would go for a walk. It was about 9:45pm and dark outside but we wanted to get at least a little exercise in. We walked up the street and up the mountain in the moonlight. It was a lot of fun and we talked and laughed as we walked. As we were coming back and nearing out street, I informed the others that there is a Rottweiler dog that lives on the right side of the street so we had better walk on the other side, just in case. We continued to walk, laugh and talk together. The night was dark and light only came from the houses that were still lit. Suddenly out of nowhere the Rottweiler lunged at us, teeth born, hair bristled and bark fierce. All four of us instinctively let out blood curdling screams. The dog, focusing on making contact with the flesh of the our mother's first born child, was taken back by the volume of noise that came out of his prey. He continued to snarl and come after us but circled, not wanting to let on that he was wondering what in the world was going on. We were overcome by fear but in our desperation for survival and protection of each other, we somehow survived. The blood curdling scream took place for about 30 seconds and no one ever came out of their house to rescue us. After the continual scream of horror was in full force the dog finally backed off to the curb. I began to yell at the dog by name and yell "no" and "go home." The four of us, overcome by fear, held hand so tightly the whole way home. This was frightening for all of us but it is an experience we shall never forget. Needless to say, I called animal control the next day, in fear the next time it would be a child that might not project that type of noise.