Every 4th of July, the entire Johnson clan goes to The Ranch: my grandpa's beautiful 330-acre property outside of Vernal. And every year, we happen to start Saturday in our swim suits, and a major water fight just happens to break out around lunchtime. This year it began at about 10:30 and lasted for 3 hours! In years past, the major weapon has been a giant fire hose. I think the incident of 9 year-old Kalin tackling poor Grandma to the ground ended the use of the fire hose. This year, there were buckets.
A plethora of buckets.
Buckets claimed by mean men who stole them from their wives and children.
Many of you have warm memories of fireworks and barbecues on the 4th day of the 7th month. Me - I have ice cold memories of water.
River water,
pond water,
and now... buckets of water.
What's your favorite 4th of July memory?
2 comments:
Your amazing sister speaking...
I have a new blog in which you can read all about how wonderful I am: http://disillusionrachelanna.blogspot.com/
(YOU will still be able to access my other blog as well, but I just thought you would like to know about my new one too...)
So I've finally found your blog, and I had a ton of catching up to do. Aren't you quite the blogger.
So just a few thoughts...
I love that you sing to your tomatoes.
I haven't even noticed your pregnant belly yet, then again I haven't seen you in a while.
Grandma's are the cutest thing ever.
Peanut M&M's are my favorite kind of M&M
Yay! It's a Boy! Congrats!
I've never really been a big fan of German chocolate cake, thank goodness.
And that water fight looks like the funnest thing ever. So long as it's warm, I would trade a BBQ any day for sweet water fight like that.
Oh, and Happy belated 4th.
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