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Back in high school, I participated in a lot of clubs and organizations. I even played golf. Well, I was on the team. I don’t know if you could call what I did, “playing.” Anyway, I was actually the founder and president of one of these clubs.

The Seinfeld Club.

Yes. It came to me in a dream. I just had the idea one night. I talked to one of my friends who also was passionate about Seinfeld. We went to our principal (who was the greatest and looked like George Bush). He loved the idea and told us we needed to find a teacher to sponsor it. Not a prob. Mr. Findley (who hated us but loved us) didn’t take much convincing. Then we recruited about fifty people.

It. Was. Awesome. The first year, when we were Juniors, we had tons of members. We’d watch an episode of Seinfeld each week after school. The t-shirts we made said, “The jerk store called and they’re running out of you.” Around Christmas, we even had a Festivus Celebration. We had the pole and all. People came up one by one and bore their grievances. Even the teachers joined in. It got a little out of hand when a kid told too much, so we had to stop. But it was a night to remember.

Senior year, we lost a lot of our members because they had graduated and so the club was filled with a lot of awkward Freshman boys, but the club lived on.

I’m not sure if it still continues today. But I hope my legacy is always remembered.

For the memory of the day, I thought I would do the typical one-year recap since it is the start of the year:

In January, T.J. surprised me and proposed at Chili’s! The next day, he and his roommates threw a fun, black light dance party. Later that month, an internship fell into my with Lava7. I worked there for the rest of the semester and learned a little bit about Social Media Marketing.

In February, T.J. and I went to see a sappy movie for Valentine’s day. He bought tickets for a theater in the west valley accidentally, so it was quite the adventure to get there.

In March, it was my 21st birthday. T.J. took me to Salt Lake City for the night, where we ate a great meal at Tucanos. We were both very busy in school, but couldn’t focus because we were so excited about getting married.

In April, my Mom came into town to help me plan for the wedding. Hannah threw me a Bridal shower, and I went home for two weeks to spend time with family and finish up wedding plans.

In May, I had a little Bachelorette party, went through the Temple with my family and T.J.’s family, and was married on the 22nd. We went to California for our Honeymoon, where we went to Disneyland, Hollywood, and the beach.

In June, we had a reception back in Cincinnati and got to spend lots of time with my family. My uncle told us hilarious stories and we played croquette in the backyard.

In July, we went camping with Lacey and Josh, went to Albuquerque for Dustin and Lindsay’s wedding, and Enterprise for Pioneer day. It was a busy month, but we had a blast and finally started adjusting to being married.

In August, we went to St. George and hiked the Narrows in Zion National Park with our friends Heidi and Sean.

September was filled with school and football.

In October, we went to see the Magic Flute on campus and threw a Halloween party. T.J. was Luigi and I was Bob from What About Bob and also a Leopard.

In November, we went to Harry Potter, I hung out with my little friend Savanah often, and we went to Enterprise for Thanksgiving.

December, we had a great Christmas with T.J.’s family and then headed to Cincinnati to celebrate with my side of the family.

So, going along the new theme of the blog, here is my memory of the day (MOTD):

When I was little, I was chubby. Mostly in my cheeks and legs. My mom said it was just baby fat and that it would eventually go away. Really? When will that occur? I’m still waiting…

Anyway, I was in preschool. Yes, this memory scarred me so much that I can remember it from preschool. I was at the park in Fort Thomas with the other classmates and their moms. My mom decided to put me on the swings. But instead of putting me on the regular swing, she forgot about the baby fat and and put me in the baby swings.

After a few pushes, I got bored and decided it was time to climb out.

“Oh, wait a second. What’s going on? I can’t get out!”

My chunky little legs couldn’t get out of those little tiny holes. My mom tried to pull me out. It wouldn’t budge. We got someone to pull the swing down while Mom pulled me up. It wouldn’t budge.

“Should we cut her out?”

“Should we call the fire department?”

Then my mom shouted,

“BUBBLES!”

Luckily we were at a park and bubbles were at a moment’s reach. The kids and their moms gathered around the chubby kid crying on the swings while her mother poured bubbles down her pants and all around the baby swing.

Fortunately, it worked. Unfortunately, I was completely embarrassed and it looked like I wet my pants.

Horrifying then. Hilarious now.

Last night I was sleeping over at my friend’s house. I woke up around five and couldn’t fall back asleep until seven. It was horrible. But I started brainstorming some stories for my blog. I’ve noticed the posts that get the most feedback are about old memories.

So here’s another one for you.

I was in seventh grade or so and my family and I were driving back from Destin, Florida. We drove the majority of the day and then decided to stop somewhere in Georgia, I think, to spend the night.

My dad was exhausted from driving all day long, but we were all pretty wired from having to sit and we wanted to go look around the city or at least go out to eat. My dad could do no such thing. He had to check into the hotel and he had to go to sleep because “we [had] a long day ahead of us.” Apparently that meant Sam, my mom, and I were all supposed to go to sleep too. I’m not kidding, it must have been seven p.m. and the sun was still shining outside. But Dad was serious.

First thing’s first. We had to get one of those fold up beds for the hotel room. My brother was told to sleep there since he was the “boy” and could suck it up. But Sam is tall so his feet hung way over the edge. He tried and tried to get comfortable but the thing was made for a child, not an 18 year old boy.

We couldn’t stop laughing at the situation, plus with the sun shining through the cracks of the blinds, we couldn’t fall asleep. So Dad started yellling at us for that.

After some quarrelling, I decided to let Sam have the bed and I’d sleep on the foldaway. Got yelled at for that (because of the noise).

Pretty soon after we were all situated, Dad fell asleep immediately, accompanied by great horns of snoring.

Here we are, restless, sun bright as noon day, already in a laughing mood and Dad expects us to sleep to this sound of chaos? The rest of the night when on as follows:

Laughter.

Yelling.

Snores.

Laughter.

“Put a sock in it!” (I still regret saying that…)

Yelling.

More yelling.

Laying in bed listening to the sound of snores for about three hours longer until we fell asleep.