Last Week's Blog a Week Late

Well, I have to write two blog posts today, because last week was absolutely crazy and I didn't have time to write one! Last week, my Grandma and Grandpa Shipp were in town! I got to see them all the time when I lived at home, so it was so much fun to see them again! Nothing beats a visit from family! On Tuesday we went to a Brazilian restaurant called Tucano's with all you can eat meat! Needless to say, Matthew and Grandpa were in heaven! On Friday, we went to University Mall to get Matthew's clothes for his mission! I went off and did a little shopping while he was getting fitted and such! We got some lunch at Chick-Fil-A and then headed off to the BYU Bookstore! Early Saturday morning we headed down to Joseph to see where Grandpa grew up! It was so much fun! We saw the houses and graves of a ton of our ancestors on both sides of Grandpa's family, ate at this delicious restaurant called Hoover's, not Hooter's (as it said on the t-shirts the employees wore) and got to go inside Grandpa's old house. We saw a field where he'd played baseball, where is old high school used to be, and we saw his cousin Jack! It was such a fun day! Then we went and stayed the night at a friend of Grandma and Grandpa's house in Highland who are currently in Switzerland I believe. It was a beautiful house! We ordered pizza and watched the amazing KU vs Ohio State game! Grandma and Grandpa then went to bed and Matthew and I stayed up talking and watching Psych. The next morning we got up very early to ride the Trax to the Sunday morning session of General Conference! I absolutely love Conference, and being there was incredible! Just being in the same room as all of these leaders of our church who are called of God was an amazing feeling! I felt the Spirit so strongly when the first presidency entered the Conference Center and the whole congregation stood up! It was an amazing weekend! :)

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