Taylorsville Dayzz

Over the weekend prior to the 4th of July we had an interesting experience. We (mainly my mom and dad) set up a booth at Taylorsville Dayzz for my dad's orthodontic practice. It started earlier in the morning with a horse drawn buggy ride through the streets of T-Ville in the T-Ville parade. It was even complete with the full on parade wave coming from my dad. What's really interesting about this whole endevour wasn't the advertising component, but rather the amount of people that know my dad in the community. He's been practicing now for nigh on 40 years... yep... wow. His practice started in WVC just a few miles north on 2700 West. He graduated from Loyola Chigaco, moved home to Utah, leased office space and ortho equipment, and put a sign out front and an ad in the phonebook and waited for patients to stream through the door. Needless to say that stream didn't really start for...oh...about 3 years. SCARY! I can't believe he did that. Different times I guess. Long story short, he's now the largest practice on the west side of the Salt Lake valley and has treated multiple generations within families in the community. He has patients that come from out of state to see him...yes...even for regular checkup appointments. Sorry for the schpeel, I'm pretty proud of him though.

Anyone say Gerald Poulsen for Taylorsville Mayor? ha ha, kidding...but I bet he'd get quite a few votes just to stir things up a bit...I'd like to think he'd get more for governor than SuperDale...wow...can anyone else believe that he's running for governor? I'm lost...or will be if he draws (and he probably will) more than 2% of the votes given a margin of error of 2%.

Above is a picture of the booth set up, complete with a prize wheel...yep...they went all out! :) Also, a picture of my mom working the booth.

We stopped in to check things out just to make sure everything was good. What we found...people love our dogs! I think they're amazed by how small Hanna is for a german shepherd and how fluffy Elvis is. I also found it interesting that animal control was walking around checking registration tags on the dogs. Lucky for us both of ours are current, but we saw many a dogs get the boot from the city park. The only problem we had was ELVIS...he has a phobia...or problem. He hates, or more likely is terrified of, little dogs, especially weiner dogs. No idea why, but he has issues, major ones.

At the end, we tried to scramble out of the park prior to the firework show. We missed the exit by about 30 seconds and ended up sitting in the car in the middle of a large row of cars watching the fireworks. This makes for great fun with dogs... in case anyone didn't know, dogs and fireworks DON'T mix. So I spent 30 minutes with Hanna sitting on my lap whining with her heartbeat at lightning pace and able to be felt in my chest. Then, to add to the fun. A bunch of 4 wheel drives decided that they wanted to honk at us to move...even though we were in a line of cars in which car number one was a police car parked horizontally. They then jumped the curb and tried to drive past him and out...what great entertainment to see a bunch of "intelligent" young men with dates in the car get pulled over...still makes me laugh...hold on...ok, I'm done.

Everything went off without a hitch other than that and I think it was really beneficial.

Again, this was written while watching TV, so disregard the mistakes and incompletely formed ideas. One day, I'll post something worth reading that wasn't written with me using blogging as an excuse to watch sports...not that I really care, but I picked the Rays as my team (for no reason really, bandwagon mainly)...of course...they lost. I'm bad karma.

Goodnight!