he's sick

My husband has been out sick with some flu bug thing. While I have stayed busy prepping for Christmas, and of course nursing him back to health, I realized what a good companion he is. All day he apologized for being lame, and I assured him I was not bored. I can assure YOU that I was indeed bored. There are only so many gifts you can wrap, dishes to wash, clothes to organize before you just want to have some human interaction!

So I dragged Wes to the library thinking it would be good to get him some books/DVDs to keep him occupied in bed. Turns out, I'm using them while he sleeps on. I'm also brainstorming a list of things to do tomorrow in case he is still in sick mode. I shouldn't be making this about me... it just comes so naturally.

Get better Wes! For your sake and for mine.

across the finish line

I got myself to the Testing Center (TC) pretty early this morning. I hate taking tests on the last day of finals. I don't know why. I just like the idea of having them all done early. I always worry that I'm going to show up the last day of finals and find out the TC is closed. I know, unnecessary worry. Can't help it.

I was about half way through my 100 multiple choices when a girl on the opposite end of the TC (for those who don't know, the TC is a HUGE room just filled to the brim with desks, we're talking like hundreds of people all sweating, coughing and taking tests at the same time) climbs up on her chair and starts waving her test papers in the air, throws her pencil and pretzel bag and shouts,

"I'm finished.... FOOOOREVER!"

She looked ridiculous. The entire room responded with some chuckles and then starting clapping, which turned into cheering. What a brave girl.

I felt the same way. Today I took my last final ever at BYU. The work is far from being over. Student teaching and my internship will be a lot of time and paperwork. But today I did breath a sigh of relief when I handed over my bubble sheet.

I too have finished forever. And kept my dignity at the same time.

better than previous post

Best news ever. I have finally been placed for student teaching. I'll be spending the next semester in a sophomore health class at...... drumroll......

I'm pretty stoked about this placement. It is only 20 minutes from our apartment and I can get back in time for my internship at Provo High School in the evenings.

The Spanish Fork Dons. What is a Don?

1. Don also (dn) Abbr. D. Used as a courtesy title before the name of a man in a Spanish-speaking area.

2. Chiefly British

a. A head, tutor, or fellow at a college of Oxford or Cambridge.

b. A college or university professor.

3. The leader of an organized-crime family.

4. Archaic An important personage.

Ok. The mascot is lame. But I'm choosing to overlook that right now. It will be awesome.

More good news. We got our first Christmas tree up this week. We had such a fun time picking out the perfect tree at Lowe's. Wes did a great just lashing it to the top of the Versa. Just like my dad.

We decorated with some cheap ribbon and simple ball ornaments we also picked up from Lowe's. But those were mainly just to accent the cute snowmen ornaments I received from my mom. She has been giving us a new glass snowman ornament every year for as long as I can remember. I probably have 10 or 12 ornaments from this tradition and I love them!

(Found this little gift hidden on the back of the tree! Good things come in small packages!)

Gifts starting to appear underneath the tree!

Oh, and angry professor man came up to me and apologized before my gym class today. I told him no worries and I'd send him a bill for new shoes. Just kidding.

broken toe and i sat on a pencil

Rough day today. Sometimes you are just in the wrong place at the wrong time, you know? I hate when this happens, because I usually try very hard to be in the RIGHT place at the RIGHT time (i.e. class, work, church, FHE).

The fates were against me today.

I had changed for gym and was on my way to basketball class. The women's locker room is all the way on the far north side of the RB. I enter on the far south end. So I walk all the way down, change in 1 minute and walk all the way back to our class. Its annoying. I'm just about to open the door to the gym and flying out comes a 60 year old professor, sweaty and mad. All the courts are open from 12-1 for faculty playing, and they use EVERY SINGLE COURT. Also annoying.

The man came out with such a force that the door slammed into my foot, ripped through my shoe, continued on to hit my head and then the wall behind it. I fell over from the impact and by the time I was up, the man had fled. Hit and run complete.

Everyone is so nice at BYU. I mean that sincerely. Immediately there were 3 or 4 people around me asking if I was alright and picking up my stuff. Some of the faculty from inside the gym also came out to see what the loud noise (door hitting me, me squealing, me falling).

I was shocked. My eyes starting watering for a number of reasons 1) My toe hurt 2) I was totally embarrassed 3) People were being nice to me 4) I'm tired 5) Birth control. Are those lame enough excuses? Then I noticed my foot hurt and looked down to see the ripped shoe. These are the wedding shoes mind you. Expensive and special. You may argue I shouldn't be wearing them, but if I am going to pay THAT much for a pair of shoes, you better darn well believe they will be warn and warn out!

I walked over to the bench and took a seat. I sat down directly onto a sharp no. 2 pencil that must have been sharpened only seconds earlier. It was sticking out of one of my classmate's backpack (Who uses No. 2 pencils any more? Get a mechanical one! Also, who stores a pencil right there?) That puncture hurt, but I realized I am somewhat materialistic because I was immediately afraid I had ripped through my favorite gym shorts. I'm ok with ripping through skin, but not my BYU UnderArmor shorts. No rip, at least on the outer layer. I ripped a hole right through my underwear.

So the toe nail is filled with blood, there's kink in my toe and its kind of purple. I've heard both sides, its definitely broken vs. its not broken because you can walk on it.

Final statement: My feelings are broken!