
I think this has to be my favorite picture from the trip. As you all know it takes Dixie a little to warm up to people. She finally warmed up to Matthew on the last day.


I usually hate jell-o, hate it. The texture of jiggly food is one I don't care for. But I've turned into a jell-o fiend. My personal favorite is to make lime jell-o but instead of using 2 cups of water to mix in I do 2 cups of pear juice, then add cool whip on top.
I think this means I've lived in Utah for too long.
(For those of you who don't get that, like my Eastern friends and family, jell-o is a stapled food here. For example, at a BBQ everyone brings some sort of pasta salad - well, here people usually bring a jell-o salad).

Here is the step by step scenario:
1: Pulled out of drive way at the crack of dawn (okay not really but you get the picture)
2. Exiting neighborhood - did a rolling stop at the stop sign.
3. I saw the cop.
4. I knew what he was there for I pulled over before he even put his lights on, however, he still proceeded to turn on his lights so I could be fully embarrassed (really, he was a nice guy pretty sure the lights thing is protocol - it still sucked).
5. I have my license, registration AND insurance by the time he gets to my window.
6. Takes the info and goes back to car
7. Comes back and starts filling out a ticket!! A ticket!! I was shocked. I thought he would just give me a warning!
Best part: I actually talked him out of it!!! I didn't think it was possible. I feel victorious.
Or maybe he was NOT planning on giving me a ticket all along and just wanted to see my reaction or make me feel good about myself, no?
Whatever the reason, thank you Mr. Officer for being kind.