no ordinary week in the city

Call me a party pooper...I can handle it, but I've never been a "fan girl" of something to the degree that I would dress up like a certain character on Halloween, let alone on a random day of the week. It's spring in Utah, not fall, yet the streets have been packed with strange sightings.

Comic Con has come to Salt Lake.

Everywhere I look there has been something that on the average day would be picture worthy, yet this week has been very commonplace. I did manage to get video footage of Hello Kitty personified to send to my dear friend Jill, but today, I decided I better get a sampling so that people would actually believe me.

Not exactly sure what this guy is...

But the Trax stops proved most fruitful in strange encounters:

Where you took distracted by the creepy clown to notice the chainsaw-wielding nose-picker seated next to him? Don't worry, you weren't the only one.

In other news, happier news...

Saturday was spent at the homestead with the family. Dutch oven enchiladas, Easter egg hunt in which I hid the eggs so well that my teenage nephews finally gave up on the last five eggs, and generally relaxing and enjoying the time. 

I learned how to drive the four-wheeler:

But my favorite photos of the day were of Little T talking his Poppa into getting on the trampoline with him:

That little guy's diet consisted of Peeps, fruit snacks, M&Ms, and Diet Coke today to the dismay of his mother, but Aunt Kelli, Uncle Lance, and Poppa couldn't help but give into his sweet requests.

And for my Aunt Vicki...I was so tired the other day after work that I did indeed go down to the food court for dinner because I was in no mood cook. And it was delightful. :)