I'll let you in on a little something...

It's time to let out a secret. Often times I make jokes about being from "The County" or from Middle of Nowhere, Utah....but in reality, I do indeed love it. Coming home for Thanksgiving made me realize some of those great reasons that I love small towns....in particular, my town. So with that said...

Where I come from...

Everyone knows everyone else's business (often before they even do), and discuss it at either of the following locations: the Co-op, or the Grub Box.

The roads are wide enough to fit a tractor, a car and probably a few cows.

Conversations are started with "Have you heard about So-and-so?..You know...son of insert name...father of insert name...cousins with insert name...used to work for insert job." This is typically followed by "Ohhh...yes! What about them?"

The terms: Coal trucks, irrigation mishaps, the power plant, water shares, and the deer hunt are a part of every day life.

Traveling anywhere past Price is labeled as "Going up North"

Sunsets and star gazing are the best...especially when you can watch them from the top of a water tower...or from the middle of a friends pond.

You get the best of both worlds....the mountains on one side, the desert on the other.

The people are the greatest...slightly eccentric, charismatic, funny and there through the best and worst.

You also know you live in a small town when:

You know that cow tipping isn't real because you've tried it.

You have been rolled down the hill inside a big irrigation pipe.

The cattle drive draws out as big of a crowd as a parade does.

You stop in the middle of the road in the evening, spotlighting for deer...and you look around to realize that there are three other cars doing the same thing.

You come home from college and are faithfully greeted with "My goodness, Amanda how is life Cedar? More importantly...how is your dating life? You know..I remember when you were this high (raise hand about 36 inches)."

You know how to start a fire 5 different ways....but someone always brings scout water (aka..lighter fluid) just in case you fail.

**There ya have it....a little taste of small town life. And mostly, I'm rather happy to be from one..even if that means occasionally slipping out a "y'all" and jamming out to country songs in the car once in a while.

Here are some pictures from the break!!

Cory was ordained a Deacon!

Whooo!

Kaycee cracks me up in these!

A horse named Kitty? You better believe it.

Absolutely love this!

Oh you know...when you help cut wood.....

You end up covered in sawdust!

As far as food goes....no worries, I ate enough to feed a small country....and it's outlying islands. Well school....Here I come again!