It's Just Difficult

Hello people. I know what you're thinking: "How come Holly never blogs about anything? It's always Rose writing about meaningless mumbo jumbo." Well, I am pledging to start posting on the blog more often because if I don't, Rose will leave me. It's just that nothing exciting happens in my life! I work at Eyemaster's all the day long and the most boring people come in so I never have funny stories to tell about customers. And then at night, instead of staying at home and playing on my new Macbook and being lame, people make me go on hikes, or go bowling, or roast marshmallows, or go star gazing, or boat at Bear Lake, or play murder in the dark for three hours at a time, for crying out loud.

See? My life is sooo boring. I mean, never would I think to blog about a good movie I've seen or a good book, my sibling's birthdays or random stuff like that. Blog posts have to be exciting and funny, all the time. ALL THE TIME. And I hate to smile and laugh, not to mention making others smile and laugh. I challenge you all to a stare down. But I'm trying to change. Bear with me, be patient. It'll take some time. Lots of time. Or here's a thought: maybe I just have better things to do than post my life on a blog. Probably not though. Probably not.

(this was posted by Rosemary to try to motivate H. Nelson to not be so lazy about blogging. everything said in the post was said out of the utmost care and love I have for Holly, although said with rampant sarcasm. i am not a mean or vindictive person)

The Last of the Little Guys

Sunday was this young one's 12th birthday. We've been celebrating it for about four days because we love him so much. What can I say, the kid makes us laugh.

A few things to know about him:

He can make really ugly faces. Really ugly. You don't even have to ask.
He's a darn good wakeboarder and skier.
He's bound to be the next Itzak Perlman.
He may also be the next Charlton Heston.
He can take Andrew down. (slight weight difference)
He's quite the yo-yo man, probably the best 12 year old yo-yo-er in the Salt Lake Valley.
And he's just a really great person who includes everyone and is an awesome friend and little brother.

Something about being a Campbell...

...a Campbell girl, at least. And some of the boys. For some reason, we all love Harry Potter, we all wish we went to Hogwarts, and we all love Lord of the Rings and wish we were hobbits. Too short to be elves. Maybe it's our Scottish heritage of living in castles and brutally conquering our minions, rebelling and pillaging land. How that all factors into a love of magical, mythical storytelling, I'm not sure. But this love exists in the Campbell family, probably coming down the line through our fathers who introduced us to Mr. Tolkien's literature and our later discovery of Ms. Rowling. We took it from there. Want proof? Cousin Sarah is in love with Harry (understandable). Cousin Amy is a fan of Professor Snape (not really sure...). Sister Caroline thinks Draco is attractive (also not really sure...) and Cousin Anna, well, Anna would probably get along well with Ginny Weasley (both quite sarcastically funny, Anna more so). Cousin Matt can do an eerily accurate impression of Gollum, or so we hear (he's never shown us). And I've been told I strongly resemble Hermione (the book Hermione, because of my mane of hair). Brothers Stephen, Andrew and Spencer...well, they're the most hobbit-like Campbell's yet, something they may or may not grow out of (their feet indicate they won't)(so hairy).

I do recall a Christmas family gathering where Sarah enthusiastically told us about a film crew in New Zealand hiring extras to be hobbits and that we should go. Wasn't a joke. She also claims to know the language of the Elves.

I remember another holiday gathering where we watched a movie of Amy's making in which she was Frodo Baggins, on a quest to Mordor. Her hairdo made for an uncanny resemblance.

I remember sitting on a couch for 14 hours, watching all three extended films of the Lord of the Rings trilogy in one sitting with some friends.

We've read the books. And read them. And read them. When the last few Harry Potter books came out, my family had to buy multiple copies of each one so no fist fights would break out over whose turn it was to read.

Needless to say, we are nerds.

But. This is who we are. You know who we wish to be. Want to be our friend? Buy us a flying broomstick or whistle beautifully into the wind for your white stallion. We'll ride/fly away happily into the sunset. Because we haven't yet learned to apparate.

Allegiance

Freedom to worship.
Freedom to change.
Freedom to protest.

Freedom to defend.

Freedom to speak.

Freedom to travel.
Freedom to create.
Freedom to agree.
Freedom to learn.
Freedom to think.
Freedom to hope.
Freedom to trust.
Freedom to read.
Freedom to vote.
Freedom to own.
Freedom to love.

Freedom to live.

Why are you proud to be an American?

Happy 4th of July, everyone:)

*Picture from Matt Ehrsam Designs