Last weekend my grandpa was honored at Utah State during homecoming weekend. I must admit, he was the cutest Grand Marshal I've ever seen. Luckily for me, I was working in Logan that Friday so I met up with my parents and Jenn to go to the dinner. Little did we know that this dinner led into the homecoming dance, so half of those attending the dinner were in formal wear which made me feel a little under dressed in my gray church skirt... oh well. When we sat down at our table I was happy to see my good friend Dave Wangsgard who has been frequently attending our family functions with my cute cousin Sarah Barlow.
Brock was tied up in Bountiful but came up around 11:30 - just in time for True Aggie Night. It's such a fun tradition.
The next morning in between breakfast with my grandpa and the football game we had some time to walk around campus. I really miss it! Logan is so pretty and Utah State's campus is amazing in the fall. It was fun to walk around and talk about memories of school. I am definitely happy that I'm done with school but being on campus made me really miss being there.
This picture is blurry but it's of my grandpa in the parade. I was a little disappointed because I thought he would be at the front of the parade marching with a baton - no such luck.
Here I am during the parade with my cousin Meg and my mom in front. You would think the homecoming parade would be small but it was huge - a lot bigger than most 4th of July parades I've seen. The best part was being thrown candy. Jenn's friend Jed got a small tub of Aggie Ice Cream and Quinn got squeaky cheese.
Aunt Rachael and Uncle Curtis
Bottom Row: unknown lady, Elda - my grandpa's girlfriend (isn't she cute?), Aunt RachaelTop Row: Jenn, mom, me
Jenn is always doing something random. Here she is imitating a weirdly posed mannequin in a store window.
Utah State Homecoming Football game. Here they are introducing my grandpa.
It was such a beautiful day, much warmer than I remember Logan ever being. Also I must say it was a great football game, even though odds were against me - I don't like football that much and Utah State is really bad - but it was a really close, intense game. Sadly we lost in the last 2 seconds with a 60 yard field goal. Brock was kicking himself because a fan from the opposing team in front of us kept saying "I'll make a bet he doesn't make it, there's no way he can" and Brock almost took him up on it but decided not too... Too bad, it could have made us rich but it was probably good we didn't bet against our own team.
Well it sounded really glamorous to go to the soccer game, sit on the front row, cuddle in our blanket and drink hot chocolate. However, getting to the game brought out my survivor skills. Since the stadium is brand new, parking was an issue. The traffic was horrible so we took a side street just in front of the stadium. We were running a little late so we opted for the $6 parking. They had us park in a nasty dirt field of which our car almost didn't make it out (by the way it was our nice car - had it been the Camry we would have left it there). When we asked the parking attendant how to get there she said "I don't know, just follow them" - very comforting. So we followed the trail of people walking along a dirt road bordering a canal. We asked two people passing us going the opposite way how we should cross and they said there was a bridge up the way.... Well the bridge turned out to be three pallets, one completed emerged in water. But to get to the "bridge" we had to walk down a very steep 15 foot hill. The hill was so steep that I slide down, not on purpose, holding Brock's hand in front of me and a strangers shirt in back of me.
