Practicum placement announced

We got our practicum placements today. I'm going to Alpine Hospice. Click here to read a basic synopsis of what goes on in a hospice setting.

I don't know how I feel. Like I posted a while ago (here) Jarrad saw the list and told me he thought I was being placed at hospice. I was SUPER bummed, but I'm glad he saw it, cause otherwise I would have probably looked pretty disappointed today when the called me up to the front of the room to tell me my placement. Knowing in advance gave me a chance to work on my "oh, ok" face.

I wanted Bear River Mental Health, but the two people I thought would get it did... dang it.

Oh well, there was a lot going on behind this decision and I know I'm going there for a reason and I'm bound to enjoy it and learn a lot.

Myles new sounds and rolling

I love to get on here and see what everyone else is doing, but I rarely put anything up about our family. I was adding a video on facebook today and told myself I had no excuse not to take a few minutes and post it on our family blog as well. So, here is our amazing little boy. 

A glimpse into my life

It is March 24th, 2:22am

I finished writing a reflective essay for my Child Welfare class on an article about a man who wanted to create “pure” family bloodlines and raped five of his daughters, resulting in six pregnancies, between the mid-1980’s until 2002. The girls were also beat with “wooden boards and steel-toed boots…. and minor transgressions often were punished by the withholding of food.”

After that I worked on the outline for our Community Project. My group is doing our project on the homeless situation in Cache Valley. We had to distribute surveys all around town to community leaders, compile and analyze the data, set it up into power-points, add a few good quotes from the surveys, etc. We have to present our project to the class on the 29th, but I decided I might as well enter the Student Showcase as well.

The student showcase is "an annual symposium to showcase outstanding work done by students on research, scholarly, and creative projects." I'm in a group of 3 and we have 12 minutes for our oral presentation. It's a pretty big deal (there are 92 abstracts this year, if you want to look at our abstract click here and go to page 87. There are big fancy invitations to send out, but I decided not to go that direction. After all, it's only a 15 minute time slot.

I'm also working on statistics for out Community Profile. Each group was assigned a different portion of the valley (i.e. census statistics, community organizations, social organizations, etc.) so that, as a Social Worker, we'd know what the community looks like & what resources we have to offer our clients. It's a HUGE project, but is incredibly helpful in teaching us how to get to know our community from a Social Workers eyes.

I'm in the process of working on a project for a different class where we have to set up a focus group. We chose to do it for 16-18 year old females dealing with anger management in a school setting. I'm glad there are enough of us that I only have to do one session... but I have to do the outline, come up with handouts and information to fill a whole hour... I'm not looking forward to presenting this one in class.

In other news; I like to sit near the back in all my classes. Not because I'm a slacker, but because I like to see everything... and it is easier for me to ignore noise in front of me than behind me.

Anyway, I don't comment in class that much and don't spend a lot of time chatting it up with some of my professors like some of the other kids do.

Well, Monday I was working on a take home quiz with some boys from my class and we were stuck between two different answers.... we had a man's case notes and we were supposed to diagnose him. We were stuck between Paranoid Type or Residual Type of Schizophrenia. I was tired of back & forth and explaining and what not so I called Dr. K on his office phone. It wasn't his office hour so I wasn't expecting him to answer, and when he did I was rather surprised. I explained Shane, Jarrad & I were working on the quiz and that we were stuck between Paranoid or Residual... I was expecting him to ask me questions and help me work through the problem, but he was actually quite snippish and only asked me a few questions and said "well there's your answer" when I said Paranoid the first time... then hung up. Later that afternoon in class he made a big deal of apologizing to me, in front of the ENTIRE class, saying that he hadn't meant to seem rude but it was his lunch break and he was literally on his way out the door when his office phone rang so he didn't have a lot of time to answer me, and he normally would have walked through the problem with me.

Today I went to Dr. A's office to drop something off and she said "Oh Alisha, I actually needed to talk to you." She told me the outline of the project we'd turned in recently wasn't very good and she was disappointed in my performance & knew I could do better (she gave me a 38/45) and showed me what was wrong with it, etc.... however everything wrong was actually something she hadn't told anyone in the class about, so she took blame for that, and the rest was actually another group members portion of the project that had been expanded from mine. I about panicked, but it turned out mine was fine and it was someone else's portion that was wrong... because we're in a group we all share the same grade, so we all need to work on helping the member fix that portion together.

While I was sitting there talking to Dr. A, Dr. Browne came in and when he realized Dr. A was busy he went to leave. However, he realized it was me in the office and began chatting with me. Asked how Spring Break was, did I like the movie he lent me, etc...

The point is this; I didn't think I really mattered in the program and was just another body in the crowd but being apologized to in front of an entire class, having a professor chat with me while I'm in a meeting with another professor, and having another one notice my work isn't quite up to my normal standard helps me realize while I am in a crowd, I'm still an individual... and people notice.

It's 3:04am now. Not that you want to know, but my day goes as follows;

10:30-11:20 Statistics Recitation

11:00-12:20 Studying in the Library

12:30-1:20 Choir

1:00-2:00 BINGO at Bear River House OR

1:30-2:20 Studying in the Library w/ Erica

2:30-5:00 Child Welfare

5:00-11:00 Work with Sam, Shelby & Jimmy

#1 perk of the day; I've missed my boys and am excited to see them!! I painted their bathroom last week and need to do some touch ups while I'm there...

#2 perk of the day; the name of the day at Spoon Me is Alisha!!! Free frozen yogurt!!! Yahoo!! However, if the boys don't want to go I'll probably have to miss out :(

If you've never had Spoon My you are TRULY missing out. Click here to see if there's one near you!!!!

Well, it's 3:20 now and I have to have my contacts in their cool bubbly solution for at least 6 hours so I've got to get them in the container otherwise they'll burn so bad when I put them in tomorrow!!!

Good night, love you, sweet dreams.

....just haven't met him yet

So anyone that knows me also knows that I have an aversion to marriage. Not anyone else's, in general, just my own. The reason? I've never been good at choosing guys who will actually treat me decently and stick around. Lol I'm a big mess-up in that case and we all know it! Also, marriages are falling apart left and right! Over 1/3 of the people I know are either getting divorced, separated, or breaking engagements. According to the Religious Tolerance website, "The Americans for Divorce Reform estimates that 'Probably, 40 or possibly even 50 percent of marriages will end in divorce if current trends continue.'" It also stated that 24% of LDS marriages end in divorce. So.... with these facts staring me in the face, why would I be stupid enough to jump into marriage?

Well, the simple answer is that... I want to.

Gasp. Shock. Holy... what the crap?!

I know, that's what I thought too the first time I realized it! Seriously though! I was watching a movie the other day and the protagonist said "Sometimes I just think it would be really nice to come home and have somebody to hold" (Pride and Prejudice 2003) I initially rolled my eyes and gagged a little to myself, especially since Wickam is a complete Jack!!! But then I thought... you know what... he's right. Because really, "The silence isn't so bad 'Til I look at my hands and feel sad 'Cause the spaces between my fingers are right where [Mr. Right's] fit perfectly" (Owl City Vanilla Twilight). Maybe that's why I never sleep; because I don't want to lie awake and wonder why I'm alone. Lol it sounds pathetic, I know, but it is an honest fear I think. No one wants to tear herself apart bit by bit to find something that is oftentimes unfixable, or non-existant. So yes world, brothers and sisters, and married friends... I admit that I am missing out, and that I do want marriage and babies and blah blah blah... but wanting it doesn't make it come along any faster.

Thankfully I've this song (Click on it, you won't be sorry!!!) that makes me feel better :) Thanks to a special friend for originally mentioning it.

update

I am at Sean's violin lesson (group lesson) So a group of boys are playing the violin right behind me. They are trying to remember the song they are playing and play together. It is quite the cacophony. Conner is sock again. We don't know with what. He is getting antibiotic shots to keep his stomach from hurting. Ian started track this week he is glad to have something to do. He is getting to the point that home is not the place to be.
The sun is shining and it is starting to warm up. We have been raking the yard anad doing spring time things Yay!!

Parenting Lessons

Benjamin and I wanted to share some important lessons we are learning as parents. Besides what we type we have pictures to "prove" our lessons.

Lesson # 1

Food is better when it is shared.

Lesson # 2

It is important to do things in your own unique way. It's even refreshing, and fun.

Lesson # 3

Please and Thank you really go a long way.

Lesson # 4

Is more of a food for thought...The other day we visited Grandma and Grant, and I wondered what it will be like when I am a great grandmother. What a great family we have.

us too!

We love the blog e-mails but wanted to hear from everyone. Then it occured to us that we needed to start too. We are good. We traveled to Utah this past weekend. Mom and Dad sat with the kids and visited while Sandy was at an appointment. Alden was home missing two teeth. He says he is less wise now. We met Jess and Frank and went to the theater. Myles loves the big screen and actually fell asleep in Sandy's arms. We kept Perry and Michelle and family up too late but enjoyed being with them. Then, after 10 hours and too many potty stops, we found Alden and home safe and Alden nearing sound. At least we can understand when he talks now. He rested and said it was too quiet. Other than that we are in the go to appointments, do homework, and try to get to bed on time routine. You'll have to askTiffany how she is. She's either in her room talking on the phone to Corey, at Corey's house, or talking to him and friends on line. Although, she did make us dinner to night!

Lessons learned in Africa

On the left is Elder Oketa from Uganda. He is about 6' 8" tall, thin and athletic-looking. He has a big smile and a bigger heart. As an 8 year old boy he would do his own laundry after school. He had one t-shirt and one pair of shorts. When they needed to be cleaned he and his friends would go to the river after school and splash around in the water—that was the laundry machine. One day he and a neighbor boy and a cousin were in the river doing laundry when it started to rain. Local concrete companies harvest sand from this river bank and often leave deep holes.

The boys climbed into one of the holes and dug in deeper to create a cave of sorts to protect them from the rain. As the sand above them got wetter it got heavier, and eventually it collapsed trapping all three boys under the sand. This all occurred at about 4:00 in the afternoon. The boys were not found until 10:00 the next morning. Somehow two of the boys were trapped in a way that their faces were not covered with sand, and miraculously they survived. When the cave collapsed it trapped young Elder Oketa in a way that his left leg was stuck underneath him. Imagine being buried in sand as an eight year old, in complete darkness not able to move at all for 18 hours!

When they were found Elder Oketa’s left leg was terribly swollen. He was rushed to the hospital and his leg was saved but permanently damaged. He can walk, and he can run (after a fashion) but with great pain. Try this experiment: Elder Oketa’s left foot cannot bend at the ankle—it is stuck in a pointed position. Point your left toe as far as you can, like a ballerina, and try to walk without bending your ankle. That is how he walks. His heart is soft, and I sensed no bitterness in him. His response to the accident was, “God saved my life. There must be something he has for me to do!”

Last Sunday morning Elder Oketa was assigned to help bless the sacrament. He ran to a mirror and discovered he needed to shave. Most African young men don’t need to shave very often. They might have a few straggly whiskers—peach fuzz really. But Elder Oketa wanted to look clean to participate in the sacrament. The trouble is that he did not have a razor. He went to his room and prayed that somehow he might find a way to look clean for the sacrament. He went back to the elders’ restroom and, standing at the sink could see out an open window. In the dirt of the flower bed outside he saw the handle of an old, dirty, rusty bik razor. To Elder Oketa this was a tender mercy--the answer to his prayer. He retrieved it and quickly shaved with hand soap and a rusty razor. From Elder Oketa I learned humility and faithfulness.

The elder facing you is Elder Mkochi from Zimbabwe. He, like many of the African missionaries, was not able to receive his own endowment before entering the MTC. Last Sunday evening the MTC president taught a simple temple preparation meeting for those who had not yet been endowed. They would be entering the South Africa Temple on Tuesday. As part of the meeting the president spoke of the opportunity to not only receive their own ordinances but also the opportunity to do work for their ancestors.

Elder Mkochi came to the president after the meeting and asked if it might be possible for him to do the work for his family. We thought he meant ancestors. He didn’t. He meant his mother, his father and his two brothers who had all died. The president described how the process worked and how he should go about it after his mission. The elder dropped his head. It did not take much to interpret the discouraged look. Elder Mkochi knows that he will likely not EVER get to the temple again in his lifetime.

We helped Elder Mkochi create a Family Search account. He provided all of the details he had, and we were able to prepare information needed for his mother, father and brothers so that their work can be done. Elder Mkochi received his own endowment a week ago. Tomorrow he will stand as proxy for his father and his brothers to be baptized—a sister missionary for his mother. The following week he and three fellow missionaries will act as proxy for all four to receive the endowment, and then this family will be sealed together. I wish you could have seen his face when he realized that he can be sealed to his family. From Elder Mkochi I learned eternal family love.

Both the Ghana and South Africa MTCs train North Americans called to serve in Africa as well as local Africans. For many of the North American missionaries, missionary service represents a significant financial sacrifice on the part of the individual, the family, and in some cases the home ward and stake. But by comparison, the North Americans have it easy. These faithful African elders and sisters come from poverty like you cannot imagine. If they arrive at the MTC with two ties, three pairs of socks, a second-hand pair of dress shoes, one white shirt and a worn suit three sizes too big they feel lucky.

After being in Africa for a few days I noticed an African missionary wearing a tie that I was sure I saw a North American wearing the day before. I noticed another African elder walking tentatively in what was obviously a brand new pair of shoes. I noticed another elder in a crisp, well-pressed white shirt that hung on his neck like a young deacon in his dad’s shirt.

Later one of the North Americans pulled me aside and asked if he could make a suggestion. “The Missionary Department should instruct us to bring more shoes, shirts, socks, and ties,” he said. I asked what he had, and he responded, “About half of what I need.” I pressed a little and he just looked over at his smiling companion.

“They come with nothing,” he said. “What else can we do?”

From these good North American elders I learned charity.

Summer Opera

Thanks to Dr. Craig Jessop and the USU Dept. of Music, I have been awarded a fellowship to sing this summer with the Utah Festival Opera. You are all encouraged to come see the productions... I should be able to get comps or discount tickets if you plan early. I'll be in La Traviata, The Barber of Seville, and The Sound of Music, as well as the George M!, Carnevale Operafesta, Musica Magnifica, and Verdi's Requiem concerts. The calendar is attached. If you have any questions, feel free to e-mail me.

Anthony

DAD-AGAIN

So you are aware [ those who aren't ] your mother has an email site, & a blog presence with just her, as in- mom.---we also have a joint site--mom & dad. mom is mom - mom& dad could be either one of us, most of the time me-dad-she doesn't like all the junk I have on my desktop.
she wants to email [ and now of course- blog ] ONLY...! still love you all

WHOOEE ME TOO- AS IN ALSO

Your mother is in, now so am I ,,I can even get in with a favorites shortcut oooowwwwwow. am I good /or not, mostly not, but anyhow, we are both in so keep the good stuff coming.
love you all
ps: my dads brother Casper, who died some time ago's wife Naomi, who is still alive, is having a birthday party/get together, at the care center she is in, in Kemmerer, on April 3 anyone interested or able to go,let me know & I will send you more details, I had no idea she was still alive, I thought she had died years ago, good surprise,I guess she is having coherency problems [ she is in her 90's ] after all. I wouldn't have known, but I called my cousin sheryl who also lives in Kemmerer, trying to get some genealogy info on another set of cousins, whose dad was another of my dads brothers, she had no info. but told me about the party/get together- she even sent an official invitation in the us mail. if possible I would like to go. I haven't seen that aunt for more years that I care to admit.---love you all!

WE DID IT FINALLY

We finally figured out [ with Alisha's & Erica's help ] how to not only get to the family blog, but also even how to add to it ! [ finger in the air going in a circle-saying whoopee ] all you expert computerer's are saying. but by golly by gum we did, finally . now all we have to do is remember to check it out frequently. I have decided old age is not all it's purported to be, but , considering the alternative,, it's not to bad,,considering.
we have been getting the cabin ready for usage, so your mother says it will be ready soon, she has been dejunking & says she has a mess [ it isn't all that bad ] . but we have had some fun with the well pump, the boss where we had it all fixed is coming up next week to see if he can fix what ever is wrong, the pump kicks on, then bounces, [ kind of banging ] builds up pressure ,tries to shut off & bounces some more, I explained to him I can't afford to have to replace the pump, ,again, don't want it burning out, again. hopefully it's something simple, [ and cheap ] to fix . it was good that Erica & Alisha could come for a visit.
we love you and miss you all. it is good when you can come visit
rest assured we will not die of loneliness, but it is nice when you can find the time, in your busy lives, with all the responsibilities [ and bills etc. ] you each have, to come, when you can.

Peripheral insulin resistance

I went to the doctor and she wanted to take a blood sample to test a few things and these are the results:

Peripheral insulin resistance; Failure of target tissues to increase glucose disposal in response to insulin.

See also: Insulin resistance (The diminished ability of cells to respond to the action of insulin in transporting glucose (sugar) from the bloodstream into muscle and other tissues.)



They want me to start taking Metformin; an oral diabetes medicine that helps control blood sugar levels.



So, my body is producing correct amounts of insulin, but the levels are too high when compared to my glucose and I am in a "pre-diabetic state"...


She said that is why I crave carbs & sugar... because my body feels like it needs more insulin, but I already have enough, my body just isn't using it properly.


So, eating more protein and taking the Metformin will "make my cells respond" the way they're supposed to and it should help my body "use energy the way it should."

Alright Already!

!! Sheesh, Alright i will tell you what is going on. Just so you know. I do read what is on the family blog. My life is just so boring that I don't think you want to hear the same thing over and over again. So here goes-- We have been taking Conner to the Dr. quite frequently. I think I have spent more time on the road this year than off it. Well to make a ling story short. The Dr. doesnt know why Conner has lost 20 pounds in the last 6 months but now he is on a feeding pump. It feeds him continuously all the time. It is kind of nice not to have to remember to feed him, and if he runs out of food the machine beeps at you. He is gaining weight and looking better all the time.
Ian played b-ball ( they got 3rd in state) and is planning on Track. He just got Contacts and went from not being able to get them in (and being very angryabout it). (That was averted by Erica coming to the rescue and making Ian feel better) to taking less than five minutes to get them in. It is amazing how different he looks with out his glasses.
Sean is busy and growing. He eats like he did when he was a baby every two hours. Yesterday at the dentist he had a baby tooth that had a huge cavity. It was loose so we just had the Dentist pull it out. Sean asked him about a dozen times if it would hurt. He panics about that kind of thing. After it was over he was all brave and saying it wasnt to bad, but when the dentist leaned over him to pull the tooth I thought he was going to jump up and run as fast as possible as far as possible.
There now you know what is going on. Oh wait, there is one more thing. One of our Bathrooms is out of commision. the drain didnt drain so we had someone fix that and when he removed the toilet to fix the drain the flange you hook the toilet to fell apart so now we have water for wash at least but we have to wait for the toilet to get fixed. It is joyfull to have only one bathroom. It is a good thing we don't have more people here. and the house smells--yuck!!

"Best Friend"

The other day I realized I use the term "best friend" rather loosley.

I call a lot of people my best friend.

This isn't good.

There should just be 1 best friend right? Well...

the more I think about it the more I want to answer

"No"

Here is my reasoning:

Meet Carrie. Carrie and I met in the MTC and started a wonderful friendship.

Carrie and I are a lot alike and she reminds me to be careful

with my wants and desires, and reminds me that what I reap... I sow.

We also complain to each other about anything and everything

and go on "help me!" dates with each other. I thank Carrie for my sanity.

Alisha, Lisbeth and Jessica are my best friends because we have been together

since I can remember...

We complain to each other, yell at each other, put each other in their respective "place"

and ultimately protect and support one another.

Whenever something really bad happens the 4 of us are there

to see each other through it... with minimal judgement, and then

complete forgiveness.

This is Brittan. He is my best friend because he has seen me through

thick and thin.

I met Brittan when John and I first started dating and

he has been with me ever since. Brittan is my best

friend because... even though I don't contact him as often as I should,

he understands. He is the calm, soothing voice in my life that

reminds me that things will always get better.

I have a soft spot for Luke. He is my best friend because... well just because he is.

No one will ever replace him. He makes me feel

unconditionally loved. He runs out to meet me in the car when I visit,

and cries when I leave.

Man I love this little guy!!

Andrew. Andrew and I met in class last year and were always together. I even became the honorary roommate of his apartment.

Andrew makes me want to be better. He is so intelligent that I always

feel like I need to improve my smarts. Andrew is my best friend because he understands me

and doesn't judge. He is my voice of reason and reckon.

I call Andrew for advice, or when I feel lonely.

He is the one who came offering ice cream and a shoulder to cry on when

Tomas left...

Andrew will always hold a special place in my heart.

This is my brother Curtis. Whenever I have a super crappy day it is Curtis

I want to call. He always makes me feel like a princess.

He also reminds me that I shouldn't let anyone treat me like anything less that a princess.

Curtis and I have even been known to drop everything and drive to Mom

and Dad's house to meet and walk down the canyon and talk for hours.

He reminds me that no matter how bad things are...

people still love me. And that forgiveness and love are always attainable.

And this is Dallin. He has only recently joined the ranks as 'best friend.'

Dallin and I met in the RM committee last year, but it wasn't until he became my

co-chair that we got close. I guess that was 1 good thing about our 6:30am meetings.

Dallin seems to only see the good in me.

He lets me complain and vent to him, accepts my weirdness, and

even goes with me to get pink cookies.

He goes on random adventures with me, is ok with no set plans,

saves me in awkward situations, makes me want to be a better person, and

even sacrifices sleep just to listen to me when I need him.

I can count on Dallin.

He even lets me sleep on his shoulder in class and movies,

gives great hugs when I need them, and space when I don't. Pretty much he

is just an all-around great guy!

And then there's this guy. He's perfect because he can never run away :)

He's solid and strong, understanding, forgiving,

fearless and brave. He's also taller than I am, which is a perk, and

remarkably strong :D

Ok ok so that last one was a little ridiculous, but I hope it brings my point home.

See, it proves that no one

is perfect... and because of that small, tiny, insignificant litte detail, more than

one best friend IS necessary.

I feel lucky to have so many. And for those of you who I didn't

write about... know that you are special in your own

way and that my life would not be the same without you!

PLEASE USE THE BLOG

Mills Family,

PLEASE use the blog!!

Erica & I are practically the only ones who post, and we have our own personal blogs so it's kind of pointless to do it on here if we can do it on our own... especially if nobody else is using it or seemingly reading it.

On the right side of the blog I have added links to individual blogs; Anthony & I, Erica, Krystal's cool crafts, Perry & Michelle, Lis & Ben, Jess & Frank, recipes, and Lil Fields-Bear

I have these emailed to you so you are more likely to post things yourselves.

It's easy and doesn't take much time.

Please, please, please use the blog.

If it's not being used there is no point having it at all.

You don't have to sign in to read the blog, so go have a gander http://keepingtrackofthemillsfamily.blogspot.com/

I've heard the excuse "I don't know how to use it" more times than I can count, so I'm emailing you step by step instructions on how to post to the blog.

NO MORE EXCUSES, JUST DO IT!!

We all need to talk more, and this is a perfect way to stay in contact...

Even one catch-up post a month would be fantastic.

Holy. Awkward. Moment. Batman!!!

Yesterday my friend Dallin and I went on a non-date date to the last hockey game of the season. we played the University of Utah and at least 6 people got ejected from the game! Fights were breaking out left and right and we ended up winning 7-4! Best game I've seen in a long time.

After the game Dallin and I went to my other friend Cal's house to watch a movie with him and Christophe. Yiding, Susanna and Cory weren't able to come for some reason or other. Darek and his girlfriend, whose name I have never heard, were there for a bit and we all chatted before we settled onto the couches to watch the movie. Cal and Darek keep their apartment pretty chilly so like always I curled up in the blue throw blanket only this time... Cal sat next to me because Cory wasn't there, and he's the one that usually shares a blanket with me. Now, don't get any crazy ideas. Cory has a girlfriend in Sweden and there is absolutely nothing between us; we both just always get cold. Anyway, I've noticed in the past few weeks that Cal has been paying me some more than usual attention, so when he pulled half of the blanket over to his side of the couch I pulled it back and gave 1/3 of it Dallin, who was on my other side. All went well for the first few minutes until I felt a hand slightly touching my leg. I didn't think anything of it; it was tight quarters with little arm space. Well, I DID notice when that hand ended up smack dab on my leg. *guh!!* I got up to "use the restroom" hoping that would help. I sat back down and, because it was a documentary on State Parks, promptly fell asleep to the sound of chirping birds and soothing music.

I woke up with my head nestled on Dallin's shoulder and Cal's hand on my thigh. *uhhhhhh... ahhhhh* so I pretended to sleep for a bit longer thinking of a solution and finally just stretched, pushing his arm away from me and said "oh, I fell asleep" and leaned forward onto my knees. Bad move. He promptly started scratching my back. I gave Dallin the "uhhhh what do I do... Holy crap!" face and he gave back the "what do you want me to do!?" face? I didn't have a clue he could help, other than putting his arm around me and pretending we're dating, which might be equally weird. So I leaned cracked my back, which caused the hand to move, and promptly sat back on the couch with my hands on my knees. Thankfully only about 6 minutes of the film were left because I didn't know what else to do.

The movie ended and I pretty much threw the blanket off and said it was time to go. Now, there's nothing against Cal, he's a great guy and I like him alot!!! But... isn't there some guy code that says that one guy shouldn't go after his buddy's girl? I know Cal through Tomas so... isn't that breaking the Bro Code?

So Dallin and I came home and watched Dan in Real Life and stayed up talking until almost 5. He is quickly climbing the ranks into my "best friend" category. Please don't give me crap about him being just another "buddy" everyone. Patience Patience.

Ski Day

- This is really Perry's post, so read it as if it is from him -

Hello everybody

Kevan, Chris, Kelly and our families are planning to go skiing this Friday night, and I know at least dad would be feeling like, "hey, I wanted to strut my stuff while I freeze my tail off on the ski hill, how come you didn't invite me."

so here I am sending out a shout to anybody who would like to join us!

we are looking to go to the bunny hill (about 200 yards of no slope for the little ones and beginners, and it has a rope tow) for a little while then do the night ski for those who are brave enough to try SUNDANCE -I know, I could have picked a spot closer to everybody up north, but its not everyday you get to play at Robert Redford's house, eh! . . . alright that has absolutely nothing to do with it, but we thought 35 minutes is a lot better than 2 1/2 hours for the one way trip. you could probably give us the deserving title of lazy bones, selfish, etc - or just ask Better for whom, PERRY???

if you want to play, the bunny hill is free (that's right, no cost!) and I worked out a price of $15 per person for the night ski (4:30 to 9:00), but I will need to know if you are interested so we can have the right number of tickets at the office for all of us.

BYU does a total ski package (skis, boots, pools) for $10 for the day and I expect there are other places around that do similar deals

I have to admit that I would love to see dad strut his stuff on the ski hill!!!

One thing I neglected to mention is kids 5 and younger are free for the lift if you want to try it!