RENO, NV

 This is a picture of the drive from Reno to Salt Lake. 

It is the most boring drive out there- I am convinced. 

It is all dead and flat. 

Then you hit the salt flats and you really feel like you are in the middle of no where, driving on what seems to be a treadmill. 

You don't feel like you are moving at all. 

But the eight hours goes by fast when you have someone else with you. 

I drove with my sister, and we listened to This American Life.

We learned about Apple, carnivals, Obama look-a-likes, and lots of other really cool stuff you can't find anywhere else. 

The highlight of the drive had to be when a car of three teenage boys drove up next to us

 holding a sign that said :

CALL ME MAYBE

Personally, I love that song. 

My sister laughed, but wasn't so flattered. 

We then had the awkwardness of making sure that our car stayed a good distance behind or in front of them.

They were adamant. They even gave us their digits. 

Neither of us really felt desperate enough to call them up, unfortunately.

We went home because my sister ran in Bay to Breakers.

It is a 10K that winds through Golden Gate Park. 

There were crazies galore! 

Needless to say my family has already made plans to do it next year; I think we will fit right in. 

I love my family, but weird doesn't begin to describe us. 

I think we are more dysfunctional than anything actually.

My mother is the main culprit, but we all inherited the trait. 

These were our Christmas pictures a couple years ago. 

Awful. 

My brother and Dad refused to join. 

My family is awesome.

Every time I go home the food is always amazing, but I start to remember what makes my family so much

"fun".

The top quotes of this past weekend were:

-"When do you leave for Ughanna?"

This was said to Jaclyn, who is spending the summer in Uganda. Close mom,

-"I just want a shirt that says run on it or something"

This was said by Elizabeth as we walked into Nike town.

-"Wow, when I put these on it's like I'm seeing the world through Instagram."

And, this would be by me after I put on my new sunglasses. 

San Fran was a blast, except I didn't find my knock off purse. 

It might be because I was going into the shops asking for their fake bags, I didn't realize they were trying to pass them off as being real. 

I probably disrespected their Chinese honor.