Thanksgiving

For Thanksgiving we went to my family's house in West Jordan. It was lots of fun. We didn't take any pictures of the actual Thanksgiving dinner though, or the family all together. It was delicious as always. There weren't as many people there as usual though, because my mom's parents didn't come until later.

But I did manage to scrape up a few from my phone and James' camera from my mom and me playing some games, which we loved to do, and James took some cool pictures of the guys shooting, which was their Thanksgiving bonding experience.

 

Playing Bananagrams, the funnest game ever! At least, my mom and I could stay at this for hours. We only succeeded in coercing others to join us for a little while. Then they all caught on that there was no escape from the monotony. And there never would be.

 

I did this the morning the guys went shooting, to commemorate this activity.  I was actually most proud of this, and thank you for Spencer for knowing that "Squib" is actually a gun word. "Movie" and "Vision" are rather questionable.

And here they are in the middle of desert nowhere (South of Tooele).

 

Shooting the AK-47.

 

My brother Spencer with the .22 rifle. Man, he's so cool.

  

And look how strong he is. I mean I doubt I could hold up that heavy gun by the grip with one hand.

 

Nor would I need to shade my eyes to see if I hit the target. What? What target? 

 

My dad with the AR-15.

 

And a 9mm pistol. These people have a lot of guns.

That's what James aspires to have--lots of guns. Probably I've done gone married a hoarder of guns and camera lenses. I'm really glad he knows so much about them though, and how to handle them safely. He can explain every little detail about how different kinds of guns work, their inner mechanisms, and he's not afraid to take them all apart, clean them, and check all the parts to make sure they are working right. James is pretty awesome! :)

And we had a great Thanksgiving.