First Day of School

Today was Jais and Dre'a’s first day of school. Jais started the first grade and Dre'a started Pre-K 3. We met the teacher last Thursday and Dre'a was very upset that she couldn’t stay. That made us feel very at ease considering this is our “baby” and she is starting something new. So while we were getting them ready this morning there were no butterflies in my stomach. I new they were both very excited and love where they were going. We dropped Dre'a off first and Jais showed her the ropes (she thinks she is the pro now that she is in the first grade). All was fine until we went to say good bye then all of the sudden Dre'a had the look of “where the hell do you think you are going?” She just looked at us and waved. Then it was off to Jais’s class. She just said good bye and ran in. I did pretty well until I got in the car and called my mom. As soon as I started to tell her about Dre'a I lost it. I new she would be fine, it was just seeing that face that killed me. I made Jarrod promise that he would wait for me to pick them up and I think it took me forever to get there. We got Jais first and when we saw Dre'a she looked at us like “what the hell do you want? I’m busy!” Yep, that’s my Dre'a. Dre'a informed us on the way to the car that her day was good because she didn’t hit anyone or spit on anyone. So I guess they both had a very good first day.

A day at the lake with dad.

On Friday Jarrod had taken the day off and decided to take the girls to Silver Lake. The girls love the mountains and are always asking if they can go. Sometime we cheat and just take them to Cabelas. They were very excited to tell me all about it when I got home. They had wonderful stories of how the chipmunks ate their toes, the fish were swimming right by them , and how they got to eat their lunch on a pick-nick table. They get to go camping with Jarrod and his family this weekend so they are counting down the days.

Good Luck Taisja and Brady!

I need to give a big thanks to my cousin Taisja. She has left me alone at work and has moved to California. Taisja and her husband Brady have said goodbye to Utah and hello to San Francisco. Taisja has gone to study fashion design and Brady is off to learn how to straighten people's teeth. Work is going to be very lonely and I am actually going to have to do some work now. Who am I going to gossip with at work? So Good Luck Taisja and Brady!!!

Not 16 anymore!

A week ago today I was at soccer practice and decided that I should show them how brilliant I am at soccer. At the end of practice we had a scrimmage and we were one player short. So it didn’t take much asking for me to join in. I did really well. I had scored two goals and was pretty confident that I had impressed my team. So all of the sudden here comes a pass straight for me and I do some fancy foot work and when I go to turn my foot stays in one place an my leg goes in another. When I look down my foot is literally dangling from my leg. So I hurry and step down and pop it back into place. There was a lot of popping and grinding. I went to start running and went straight for the ground. My first instinct was to puke but I was surrounded by ten guys. So I just sat on the grass and told them to give me a minute. Well, when I wasn’t getting up they started to come over to check on me. Granted there is a huge language barrier between us but by the look on their faces and the tone of their voices it wasn’t looking good for my ankle. I finally let my self lay on my back so that I didn’t pass out when one of them decided to grab my foot and hold it up. I thought that was nice that he was trying to elevate it for me so I could relax. Next thing you know he is yanking the s*@t out of my foot and ankle. I start telling him to stop (Still trying to remain calm and impress the guys). Then all of them start pushing on my ankle and saying Murado (purple in Spanish). Yes. Thank you guys I know, I know it is purple. I asked one of them to go and get some ice to put on my ankle. What seemed like 10 minutes later he came back with the ice. They start telling me that I need to go home boil some water, put salt in the water , stick my foot in it and cover it with a towel. I’m sure I had a puzzled look on my face because one of the guys was shaking his head and mouthing the words “just use ice”. I manage to get to my car and they chose our youngest team member who is 17 to drive me home. On the drive home he proceeded to tell me that his dad doesn’t really trust him to drive. So there I am with an incompetent driver and an ankle that now has a purple tennis ball on it. I get home, Jarrod comes out to get me (I’m still being brave) and helps me into the house. As soon as the front door closes I start screaming and crying. Now I get to wear a lovely brace for three weeks and I have an ugly foot. I normally have pretty cute feet. My right foot is now the size of two feet.

Swollen ugly foot!!!!