Most importantly, little brother came home from a two year mission in Argentina. He was supposed to have a direct route home - Buenos Aires to Dallas, then a quick transfer back to Oklahoma. We were all waiting on edge to have him home.
Just before his departure, I discovered online that his flight to Dallas was cancelled, and since we had no way of getting in touch with him, we didn't know what would happen. He found out en route to the airport that he and his group would be split up onto different flights because of the cancellation, and sadly he got the short end of the stick. His route was to Atlanta, then Los Angeles, then back to Memphis, which makes NO sense. Once we found this out, my mom tried to get in touch with the travel agent (unavailable for a few hours because of meetings), and calling the airline directly didn't get her anywhere.
Upon landing at LAX early in the morning, he discovered that his flight to Memphis was delayed for 12 hours or something ridiculous. He was able to call us and my mom and I debated his options. I found him a Southwest flight leaving from LAX to Tulsa with a transfer in Phoenix, and I convinced my mom to just buy him a ticket to get him home. Which meant that I got to see him in Phoenix! I didn't think I'd get to see him for another month or so.
Poor kid had been traveling for 24 hours, wearing a suit the whole time, no change of clothes nor luggage, and was fairly exhausted. He had a couple hours in Phoenix, so I brought him to my house where he could shower and clean up before heading home to Tulsa. What a day, but I'm grateful for his safe return and his odd flight route through Phoenix.
Also in July I watched a friend's dog at my house for a couple weeks. Kind of awesome to have the dog benefits, but temporarily. This little dude's name is Schnitzel, and he is the perfect little dog! He loved to burrow under the covers and sleep at the foot of my bed with just his nose sticking out. The Schnitz has since moved to Chicago, which makes me a little sad.
Markus Schulz came to Phoenix, and me and my new clubbing buddy went to dance the night away to some trance, despite being scared to death by the teenagers creating a rave scene around us. I had to look up/ask some people why the kids all have pacifiers. Glad I'm not a teenager nor have teenagers these days.
A couple weeks later I found myself headed back up to northern AZ (much cooler up there) for another night of camping. I'd already reached my quota for the year! The five of us made sure to stop at the Buffalo Bar and Grill on the drive up, where Miss Carrie and I had previously discovered the world's best sweet potato fries.
Fossil Springs, which was kind of awesome.
Back down in the hot Valley, a friend visited on a work trip for just one day. We took a little trip out to Fountain Hills (a nice community outside Phoenix), which was fairly neat since I'd never been there to see the fountains go off.