Holy Crap I haven't written since October. And unfortunately, this will be the last post for awhile... 18 months to be exact. I also have to cover a few major things that I haven't talked about yet.
Thanksgiving. I got to drive home and see the family. It was a lot of fun. The bad part was that I had to finish three huge projects before thanksgiving. (because we all know how productive I am during the holidays... not) I wrote a 22 page psychology paper on post traumatic stress disorder. and I made an exercise program for my sisterinlaw. So ya... that is when I started to panic about finals. After Thanksgiving, I headed back to Cedar City for the last three weeks.
Birthday. My birthday was pretty awesome!! I had school, but I planned a dessert party. I went over to Kjersti's house for some dinner and then we came to my apartment for dessert. It was totally awesome and delicious. The neighbor boys decided that Ineeded to learn how to play poker. We played with cheerios, and I totally won!! so cool. It was a good bday.
Finals. ugh. They were the worst! I had five finals... bleh. I studied like crazy, and I was also cleaning my apartment like crazy. But I finally finished, and I moved home from school. And guess what!!!??? I got a 4.0! I graduated with my Bachelor's Degree with a 4.0 gpa. awesome. I am so glad that school is over for now. I only have four more years left!! and then I am done for good.
Christmas. Christmas was really nice. I got to see all of my family and i got a new camera... yes! I mostly just got mission stuff. Christmas was on a Sunday. so we had to wake up early!! Because (I admit) that would be bad to miss church on christmas. It was really great. I can't really remember anything super amazing, so I will just leave it at that.
Cruise. The cruise was amazing! We were on the Carnival Freedom. It was a beautiful ship. I think that it was the best that I have been on so far. We had funny waiters and all I did was eat, sleep, eat. It was fun to have the entire family with us. It is a rare time period where there are no young children in the family, so we took advantage of it. and called it my birthday/graduation/mission/christmas trip... My family went offroad with jeeps on Cozumel. I didn't want to do because we did that the last time we went there. So naturally, they left me on the rocky beach with no money or food. haha, but I did get some sun i guess. I wish I was certified in scuba diving, because Cozumel has some beautiful reefs. We went to the beach on Costa Rica. The waves were huge! so I didn't get in the ocean. Aubrey had to be saved by a local boy, because she drifted over to the rocky part. The driver told us on the way home that lots of people drown at that beach... That isn't comforting. It was sunny all day, and supposedly that is rare for Costa Rica. We also visited the Panama Canal. I thought that it was really interesting. We got to watch a boat go through one of the locks. We had a blast, and the food was amazing. The weather was really great. I tried to pick up some spanish, but it really didn't work. The flight home wasn't fun, but o well. The trip was worth it.
Farewell. I am finally done with my farewell! People ask me if I am nervous to leave... but honestly I was more nervous for my talk than actually taking off. hmmm. I need to get over this anxiety. So ya, I prepared the night before because I went to a movie on Friday. And then my parents decided to take me to Texas Roadhouse at like eight o clock... I was about half way done with my talk, so I decided to go. I was still gonna give a talk whether or not i prepared it now or late at night. So I went and ate some pulled pork instead of finishing my talk. I finished it eventually... And i went to church bright and early the next morning. I kind of freaked out because I tested my joke out on my little sister and..... nothing. she didn't even laugh!!! (cue Panic mode) But I gave the talk, and I think that I was accidentally funny at some parts. I may have gone overboard when I pretended to high five James E. Talmage, because he had such an awesome quote. hmmm o ya and I described my professor as built like a fire hydrant. (It really is true, that man is hackin solid) My talk was on my missionary scripture. Nahum 1:7. I got my entire talk from my dad, and an institute lesson that brother Gudmunsun taught at SUU. yesss. Pretty sure that most of that talk was not original at all... (Thank you institute!) All I know is that I went long enough. The bishop told me that he never knows what is going to come from me.... what is that supposed to mean? People told me that my personality shined through.. considering my personality...... I am still trying to decide if that is a good thing or a bad thing. haha! O well, it is over. We went to the house and ate some delicious crepes that my wonderful mother had made the night before. It was really nice. I was able to talk to some old friends and my family. I think that I am going to count this as mostly successful... yay!
Mission. So the mission preparation is going well. I have most of my shopping done now. I just have to pick up a few more things. I just don't really know what I am supposed to bring... ugh. so frustrating. I have to get some hackin random things for the mission. Do not worry, I have enough bug repellant to poison several cats. Now I just need to wait a week and a half. I will stay busy. I plan on eating more crepes and tearing off a roof or two, lifeguarding, teaching swim lessons... awesome. So ya, that is my life right now.. gotta love it. Have a nice year and a half!
Sunday, January 29, 2012
Sunday, October 23, 2011
Sister Janessa Milne has been called to serve...
I totally know what I am going to be doing for the next 18 months!! that is so good. I am so hackin excited. I should start from the beginning.
Last week was fall break, and I had to go back to cedar city on tuesday. So naturally, my mission call came in the mail on wednesday. Unfortunately I was 260 miles away from my mailbox. I planned to make the drive home on Friday(again,... third time this month. marathon, fallbreak, misson call... wow) I took off on Friday after the Grad Fair (which made me ridiculously excited for grad school) I just need to focus on the mission first, and then grad school. I drove until (of course) I hit traffic in provo. Everyone was waiting at home for me to get through this traffic.... except I wasn't moving too fast.. and then I wasn't moving at all. I was stopped in front of the provo mall for an hour and a half. Needless to say, I was a little anxious. I REALLY wanted to be at home. I finally made it home and all of the family was waiting. They had all guessed where I would go. I grabbed the envelope, and tried to open it. ... it took me awhile to open it with a razor (you would not believe that I was the daughter of a roofer if you looked at my lack of skill with a razor that can cut through tar, and I couldn't even cut the paper efficiently) I opened it up and read it out loud. I was called to serve as a missionary of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints in the Bolivia Cochabamba Mission. Awesome!!! I will be speaking the Spanish language, and I will depart for the MTC on Feburary 8th, 2012. I admit that I didn't expect to go to South America. But when I read it, I knew that this is where I am supposed to go.
Cochabamba Bolivia is pronounced just how it is spelled. It is high up in the Andes Mountains. 8400 feet above sea level. (salt lake city is at 4200 ft.) Bolivia is above Argentina and to the left of Brazil. And! Cochabamba has a temple! yes!! The church has a pretty strong base in Bolivia. Cochabamba is known for its mild climate because it is so close to the equator. One website said the winter low is 61 degrees and the summer high is 78 degrees. also known as the "City of Eternal Spring" I can't even wait. I will be in the Provo MTC for three weeks, and then I will go to the Lima, Peru MTC for six weeks to help with the transition. I really should have taken more than two years of jr. high spanish... crap. Hopefully, I will pick it up quickly. I am just excited to go!! I hope that I will do well. So ya, I am headed back to SUU to finish this semester, and then I will only have a brief wait until I start the best part of my life!!
Last week was fall break, and I had to go back to cedar city on tuesday. So naturally, my mission call came in the mail on wednesday. Unfortunately I was 260 miles away from my mailbox. I planned to make the drive home on Friday(again,... third time this month. marathon, fallbreak, misson call... wow) I took off on Friday after the Grad Fair (which made me ridiculously excited for grad school) I just need to focus on the mission first, and then grad school. I drove until (of course) I hit traffic in provo. Everyone was waiting at home for me to get through this traffic.... except I wasn't moving too fast.. and then I wasn't moving at all. I was stopped in front of the provo mall for an hour and a half. Needless to say, I was a little anxious. I REALLY wanted to be at home. I finally made it home and all of the family was waiting. They had all guessed where I would go. I grabbed the envelope, and tried to open it. ... it took me awhile to open it with a razor (you would not believe that I was the daughter of a roofer if you looked at my lack of skill with a razor that can cut through tar, and I couldn't even cut the paper efficiently) I opened it up and read it out loud. I was called to serve as a missionary of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints in the Bolivia Cochabamba Mission. Awesome!!! I will be speaking the Spanish language, and I will depart for the MTC on Feburary 8th, 2012. I admit that I didn't expect to go to South America. But when I read it, I knew that this is where I am supposed to go.
Cochabamba Bolivia is pronounced just how it is spelled. It is high up in the Andes Mountains. 8400 feet above sea level. (salt lake city is at 4200 ft.) Bolivia is above Argentina and to the left of Brazil. And! Cochabamba has a temple! yes!! The church has a pretty strong base in Bolivia. Cochabamba is known for its mild climate because it is so close to the equator. One website said the winter low is 61 degrees and the summer high is 78 degrees. also known as the "City of Eternal Spring" I can't even wait. I will be in the Provo MTC for three weeks, and then I will go to the Lima, Peru MTC for six weeks to help with the transition. I really should have taken more than two years of jr. high spanish... crap. Hopefully, I will pick it up quickly. I am just excited to go!! I hope that I will do well. So ya, I am headed back to SUU to finish this semester, and then I will only have a brief wait until I start the best part of my life!!
Sunday, October 16, 2011
I ran a Marathon.
I totally did it. I am so glad that the marathon is over. Believe it or not, but the marathon was only a portion of my crazy weekend. Maybe I should start from the beginning...
I took off for home after my friday classes. The traffic and construction was horrible in Utah Valley (as usual). I get home and I am able to talk with my mom for awhile. I just can't wait to run this race. I realize that it is still raining and it is freakin cold outside... wait... what if it doesn't warm up before five a.m. tomorrow morning? ... crap. So I frantically try to find something warm to wear for tomorrow. My mother and I also have to drive up to Layton to get my information packet the night before the race. So by the time I am done with all of the driving it is time to go to bed.
You know how you really try to sleep, but you are so worried you are going to sleep in?! I could not sleep well that whole night. I had to wake up at three in the morning in order to catch the bus to the starting line. I bolted awake every time anyone made any noise during the night. (longest night of my life) I finally woke up and started to get ready. My mom woke up to see me off to Layton. She was the only one who was going to be waiting at the finish line.
I am driving to Layton and jamming to sweet music at four in the morning. It is raining and really really cold. I go through my mental checklist to make sure that I have all of my warm clothes, and then I realize something...... where is my ipod? where is my ipod? Where IS my HACKIN Ipod???!!!! noooooooooooo. I had left it at home, but I didn't have time to turn around and go get it... Needless to say, I had a mini breakdown in the car. How could I be so dumb? I had been training for four months with the ipod. crap.
I got there, and wow! it was still beyond cold. I immediately started to shiver uncontrollably. I hop on this bus, and drive to the starting line. The bus driver got lost on antelope island so we had to turn around a couple of times, so the ride seemed to go on forever!! (the long bus ride did not do my self confidence any good.) I had some doubts on what the heck was I doing on this bus, with open windows blowing in freezing wind, about to run a marathon. We get to the starting line and there is one heater for all of the people to share... ugh. Someone gave me a foil space blanket because I looked so pathetically cold. We waited for 45 minutes... I finally started running at six thirty. (still cold) I felt great for the first 13 miles. My pace was good, but then my hamstrings started to tighten up. I pushed through it though. Those gel packets are disgusting by the way, ew. So I hit my wall around mile 21. I had no idea how I was going to run another five miles. my hamstrings were starting to give out, and I was still cold enough that I didn't take off any of my layers. I only ever slowed down at the drink stations in order to get some gatorade. yes! I ran through the finish line at exactly 5 hours! I had just run in silence for five hours... wow. They gave me a medal and a fat boy ice cream... ICE cream? ugh, but i ate it anyways. It was cold, I was cold, I truly didn't care anymore... about anything but breathing. I pretty much crawled to my car and had to drive myself back to murray.
I got home and took a fantastic hot bath... best part of my weekend. I started packing up because my mom wanted to drive down to St. George to watch my dad play volleyball in the Huntsman Sr. Games. So we take off for St. George. (mental note: do not sit in a car for four hours after running a marathon) O man I died in the car. Longest drive of my life. We got to Cedar City to grab some sunday clothes. We were in a hurry, because we were goin to be late for my dad's last game. I realize that my room smells.... like mildew? and my toilet is broken. But we didn't have time to wonder, and so we just took off. I sped all the way to st. george and got there for the last half of the last game. As we sit down my dad comes over to talk to us... He says that they just changed the lineup... my dad was not going to play this last game... ... I sat in a car for four hours after running a marathon just to see my dad sit bench!! arghhhh. The old man sitting next to me witnessed my second mini breakdown.
We went out to eat. and went back to the hotel to sleep. The next morning I ask my roommate to check out the downstairs. She says that the basement is flooded and she called the maintainence people... what??! My room is in the basement!! crap. So apparently, the sump pump broke and spilled toilet water into my room and bathroom... gross. I came home to find everything wet and torn up, with fans blowing cold air around the apartment. My parents lingered for awhile, but it was cold, uncomfortable and awkward. They soon left me alone in my stinky apartment. I had to sleep on the couch for the next few days. That was when my third mini breakdown occurred. By this time, all that I could do was laugh though. I wasn't mad or frustrated... just hysterical about the ridiculous weekend that had just happened. wow! I think I handled it quite well.
The following week I had to study for an abnormal psychology test... it was on depression, mood disorders, law for the mentally ill, schizophrenia, and suicide. That was an Exhausting test to study for.... wow. I am pretty sure I was depressed after the first few days of studying. But, now I came home for fall break, and I am just waiting for the anticipated mission call to show up in the mail... I will tell you about it when it comes! Ciao.
I took off for home after my friday classes. The traffic and construction was horrible in Utah Valley (as usual). I get home and I am able to talk with my mom for awhile. I just can't wait to run this race. I realize that it is still raining and it is freakin cold outside... wait... what if it doesn't warm up before five a.m. tomorrow morning? ... crap. So I frantically try to find something warm to wear for tomorrow. My mother and I also have to drive up to Layton to get my information packet the night before the race. So by the time I am done with all of the driving it is time to go to bed.
You know how you really try to sleep, but you are so worried you are going to sleep in?! I could not sleep well that whole night. I had to wake up at three in the morning in order to catch the bus to the starting line. I bolted awake every time anyone made any noise during the night. (longest night of my life) I finally woke up and started to get ready. My mom woke up to see me off to Layton. She was the only one who was going to be waiting at the finish line.
I am driving to Layton and jamming to sweet music at four in the morning. It is raining and really really cold. I go through my mental checklist to make sure that I have all of my warm clothes, and then I realize something...... where is my ipod? where is my ipod? Where IS my HACKIN Ipod???!!!! noooooooooooo. I had left it at home, but I didn't have time to turn around and go get it... Needless to say, I had a mini breakdown in the car. How could I be so dumb? I had been training for four months with the ipod. crap.
I got there, and wow! it was still beyond cold. I immediately started to shiver uncontrollably. I hop on this bus, and drive to the starting line. The bus driver got lost on antelope island so we had to turn around a couple of times, so the ride seemed to go on forever!! (the long bus ride did not do my self confidence any good.) I had some doubts on what the heck was I doing on this bus, with open windows blowing in freezing wind, about to run a marathon. We get to the starting line and there is one heater for all of the people to share... ugh. Someone gave me a foil space blanket because I looked so pathetically cold. We waited for 45 minutes... I finally started running at six thirty. (still cold) I felt great for the first 13 miles. My pace was good, but then my hamstrings started to tighten up. I pushed through it though. Those gel packets are disgusting by the way, ew. So I hit my wall around mile 21. I had no idea how I was going to run another five miles. my hamstrings were starting to give out, and I was still cold enough that I didn't take off any of my layers. I only ever slowed down at the drink stations in order to get some gatorade. yes! I ran through the finish line at exactly 5 hours! I had just run in silence for five hours... wow. They gave me a medal and a fat boy ice cream... ICE cream? ugh, but i ate it anyways. It was cold, I was cold, I truly didn't care anymore... about anything but breathing. I pretty much crawled to my car and had to drive myself back to murray.
I got home and took a fantastic hot bath... best part of my weekend. I started packing up because my mom wanted to drive down to St. George to watch my dad play volleyball in the Huntsman Sr. Games. So we take off for St. George. (mental note: do not sit in a car for four hours after running a marathon) O man I died in the car. Longest drive of my life. We got to Cedar City to grab some sunday clothes. We were in a hurry, because we were goin to be late for my dad's last game. I realize that my room smells.... like mildew? and my toilet is broken. But we didn't have time to wonder, and so we just took off. I sped all the way to st. george and got there for the last half of the last game. As we sit down my dad comes over to talk to us... He says that they just changed the lineup... my dad was not going to play this last game... ... I sat in a car for four hours after running a marathon just to see my dad sit bench!! arghhhh. The old man sitting next to me witnessed my second mini breakdown.
We went out to eat. and went back to the hotel to sleep. The next morning I ask my roommate to check out the downstairs. She says that the basement is flooded and she called the maintainence people... what??! My room is in the basement!! crap. So apparently, the sump pump broke and spilled toilet water into my room and bathroom... gross. I came home to find everything wet and torn up, with fans blowing cold air around the apartment. My parents lingered for awhile, but it was cold, uncomfortable and awkward. They soon left me alone in my stinky apartment. I had to sleep on the couch for the next few days. That was when my third mini breakdown occurred. By this time, all that I could do was laugh though. I wasn't mad or frustrated... just hysterical about the ridiculous weekend that had just happened. wow! I think I handled it quite well.
The following week I had to study for an abnormal psychology test... it was on depression, mood disorders, law for the mentally ill, schizophrenia, and suicide. That was an Exhausting test to study for.... wow. I am pretty sure I was depressed after the first few days of studying. But, now I came home for fall break, and I am just waiting for the anticipated mission call to show up in the mail... I will tell you about it when it comes! Ciao.
Sunday, August 28, 2011
Last Semester at SUU has Officially Begun
I will be an official college graduate in four short months. awesome!! I apologize that it has been FOREVER since I have blogged. I have had a crazy month. I am going to have to break this up into sections, aren't I?
Swim Lessons/Lifeguarding:
It was good experience. I am glad guarding is over. That is all I am going to say because my last blog was a long rant about it. Swim lessons were really fun. I was kind of scared at first... What if the parents yell at me after class because their kid sucks at swimming? uh oh. luckily, no one did that... haha! But I still feel ridiculously guilty for not passing some of the kids to the next level. It seems that their self confidence depends on making it to the next level of swim lessons... uhhhh. Well the only defense I have is that they would feel ridiculous if they couldn't keep up with the higher level kids. ugh, it is a good thing I decided whether they passed or not beforehand, because I almost caved in on most of them. O man, there are some cute kids out there! Some days, it is a fantastic job. And other days....... let's just say that teaching lessons to rowdy kids is amazing at killing any desire to have children. phew. Sometimes I feel like my only job is to give the poor mothers a forty minute break from their devil children. (how can they be so stressful and dang cute at the same time?)
Classes
I just finished my first hackin week of classes. I have run into Nat Lovell and E Brown and Dan Tisdale... Welcome to SUU... yep. that is all of the enthusiasm that I can muster while living in Cedar City. Okay anyways, I just love upper level classes. I am finally out of the stupid theory classes, and in the application classes. yes!!
Let us start with my only lower level class...General Biology. Luckily I have a ton of friends in that class. phew. The first day of that class the only thing that went through my head was, "I am so done with these dumb classes" That is right everyone. Janessa has a mild case of senioritis... on the FIRST day of class. crap.
Abnormal Psychology: I only took this as a prerequisite for grad school. But I think that it is going to be really interesting... minus the part that we have to do a service learning project and hang out at a mental hospital for ten hours... and then write a fifteen page paper. Way to take the fun out of hanging out with crazy people. The creepiest thing is that one wall of the classroom is a big two sided window! ah. I feel like people are watching our class secretly behind the glass. Personally, I think the entire psych building is creepy. O ya, and I have one more thing to whine about. You know those little desks that give you room to put one small notebook on and the desk surface itself just favors the right side? There is even a little ledge where you can rest your right elbow while taking notes on this tiny desk... I HATE these desks, and so does the rest of the lefthanded population!! seriously?! There are no left handed desks in this huge classroom. In chemistry, I always came fifteen minutes early just to get one of the few left handed desks. ugh!! I have to twist in my seat and I still can barely reach my left arm all the way across my body just to take notes on my right side. Left handed people aren't that rare, are we? (hmm that was a nice emotional outburst)
Exercise Testing and Prescription: This class helps me look at a person and then test them on their fitness levels. I would then make a tailored exercise plan for them. I am so excited!! This is the class that I have been waiting for.
Methods of Sports Conditioning: This class is for training athletes. We go into the gym every friday and learn all of the different lifts, drills, plyometrics, stretching, and any exercises you can think of that would need to teach another person. I am so happy to be in this class, because I honestly don't know how to do a dead lift or anything like that. (and I am an exercise science major)
Research Methods and Statistics: This class teaches me how to tell which articles are legit and which ones are totally bogus.
Mission
I don't think I have put this down in here, but I have officially turned in my mission papers. I will hopefully be leaving in early Feburary. I could have left in January, but my dad wanted to do a huge family cruise with the entire family. I am so excited!! It is going to be awesome. And I won't miss any school for it this time. Anyways, my papers can't go to church headquarters until the end of September. So the next blog will probably be about my call and marathon. yes!
Marathon
Thats right.. I am totally going to run the Layton Marathon... and then die. jk. maybe.... So I have been training forever. I honestly think that the training is harder than the marathon itself. It costs me hours and hours of running per week to build up my mileage. I believe that it will take me a few years to forget how much this sucks, before I foolishly decide to run another race. O ya and Shawn totally bailed on me. His ankle was pretty messed up after playing tackle basketball. It is okay though. I don't need a running buddy, if fact, I prefer to run alone. All I need is someone to stand by me and talk at the starting line before the race starts. That is the most awkward time... ugh I hate thinking about it. This is going to happen in a month. I am so excited for it to be over. I have to wake up at five every saturday morning, just so I can go for my long run while it is still dark outside. O ya and it was so dark at five thirty that I almost stepped on a sleeping bum. I am pretty sure I peed my pants a little. In my defense it was totally dark and I didnt have my contacts in... (I am proud that I didn't scream either)
Singles Ward
My ward starts at 9 am. wow. so naturally, NO ONE comes. It is really empty. ugh. They seem so desperate to get our records in the ward. (but I can't yet because of my mission papers) Everyone seems super nice. I think that it is going to be okay. (as long as I am not singled out as the ward pariah like last year) I had to pray in sacrament meeting and relief society: Janessa's New Goal: Become more eloquent while praying. I am not one of those people that always gives amazing prayers... crap.
Apartment
I didn't know anything about where I was living until I got to Cedar because I got scholarship housing. I went into the apartment and walked into my new room.... and found that there was NO funiture at all. No bed especially... hackin!! I slept on the ground for a few days. It wasn't that bad. Luckily, my Aunt Kathy has a brother in Cedar city. He is sucha nice guy. The second he found out, he dropped everything and came to help. He borrowed a bed from a neighbor and brought it over. O man, he is awesome. I want to be like that, willing to help others immediately. It is a spacious place. Except it is totally the must unsecure place I have ever lived. The basement door is unlocked a lot. The front door can be opened with a credit card and all of the windows are always open because the roomies hate turning on the a/c. Anyone could just waltz in and steal everything and kidnap me... just sayin. O YA! and this place does not have hackin internet! unbelievable. I have to go all the way to campus (ten minute drive) to check my email... kill me now.
Roommates:
Nicole, Alicia, and Kristen. They are all cool. I spent a few hours talking last sunday with LeLe (alicia) She is a fellow lifeguard. This Sunday, Nicole and I had a Bones marathon/nap for a few hours. And talked about our childhoods. Which by the way, Nicole and I grew up in the same ward!! We went to Joy school, Pre school, elementary, and jr. high together. What are the hackin chances that we are college roommates?? They are all awesome girls. So no worries in this department.
I am totally sick of writing so this is all that you are going to get out of me tonight. later.
Swim Lessons/Lifeguarding:
It was good experience. I am glad guarding is over. That is all I am going to say because my last blog was a long rant about it. Swim lessons were really fun. I was kind of scared at first... What if the parents yell at me after class because their kid sucks at swimming? uh oh. luckily, no one did that... haha! But I still feel ridiculously guilty for not passing some of the kids to the next level. It seems that their self confidence depends on making it to the next level of swim lessons... uhhhh. Well the only defense I have is that they would feel ridiculous if they couldn't keep up with the higher level kids. ugh, it is a good thing I decided whether they passed or not beforehand, because I almost caved in on most of them. O man, there are some cute kids out there! Some days, it is a fantastic job. And other days....... let's just say that teaching lessons to rowdy kids is amazing at killing any desire to have children. phew. Sometimes I feel like my only job is to give the poor mothers a forty minute break from their devil children. (how can they be so stressful and dang cute at the same time?)
Classes
I just finished my first hackin week of classes. I have run into Nat Lovell and E Brown and Dan Tisdale... Welcome to SUU... yep. that is all of the enthusiasm that I can muster while living in Cedar City. Okay anyways, I just love upper level classes. I am finally out of the stupid theory classes, and in the application classes. yes!!
Let us start with my only lower level class...General Biology. Luckily I have a ton of friends in that class. phew. The first day of that class the only thing that went through my head was, "I am so done with these dumb classes" That is right everyone. Janessa has a mild case of senioritis... on the FIRST day of class. crap.
Abnormal Psychology: I only took this as a prerequisite for grad school. But I think that it is going to be really interesting... minus the part that we have to do a service learning project and hang out at a mental hospital for ten hours... and then write a fifteen page paper. Way to take the fun out of hanging out with crazy people. The creepiest thing is that one wall of the classroom is a big two sided window! ah. I feel like people are watching our class secretly behind the glass. Personally, I think the entire psych building is creepy. O ya, and I have one more thing to whine about. You know those little desks that give you room to put one small notebook on and the desk surface itself just favors the right side? There is even a little ledge where you can rest your right elbow while taking notes on this tiny desk... I HATE these desks, and so does the rest of the lefthanded population!! seriously?! There are no left handed desks in this huge classroom. In chemistry, I always came fifteen minutes early just to get one of the few left handed desks. ugh!! I have to twist in my seat and I still can barely reach my left arm all the way across my body just to take notes on my right side. Left handed people aren't that rare, are we? (hmm that was a nice emotional outburst)
Exercise Testing and Prescription: This class helps me look at a person and then test them on their fitness levels. I would then make a tailored exercise plan for them. I am so excited!! This is the class that I have been waiting for.
Methods of Sports Conditioning: This class is for training athletes. We go into the gym every friday and learn all of the different lifts, drills, plyometrics, stretching, and any exercises you can think of that would need to teach another person. I am so happy to be in this class, because I honestly don't know how to do a dead lift or anything like that. (and I am an exercise science major)
Research Methods and Statistics: This class teaches me how to tell which articles are legit and which ones are totally bogus.
Mission
I don't think I have put this down in here, but I have officially turned in my mission papers. I will hopefully be leaving in early Feburary. I could have left in January, but my dad wanted to do a huge family cruise with the entire family. I am so excited!! It is going to be awesome. And I won't miss any school for it this time. Anyways, my papers can't go to church headquarters until the end of September. So the next blog will probably be about my call and marathon. yes!
Marathon
Thats right.. I am totally going to run the Layton Marathon... and then die. jk. maybe.... So I have been training forever. I honestly think that the training is harder than the marathon itself. It costs me hours and hours of running per week to build up my mileage. I believe that it will take me a few years to forget how much this sucks, before I foolishly decide to run another race. O ya and Shawn totally bailed on me. His ankle was pretty messed up after playing tackle basketball. It is okay though. I don't need a running buddy, if fact, I prefer to run alone. All I need is someone to stand by me and talk at the starting line before the race starts. That is the most awkward time... ugh I hate thinking about it. This is going to happen in a month. I am so excited for it to be over. I have to wake up at five every saturday morning, just so I can go for my long run while it is still dark outside. O ya and it was so dark at five thirty that I almost stepped on a sleeping bum. I am pretty sure I peed my pants a little. In my defense it was totally dark and I didnt have my contacts in... (I am proud that I didn't scream either)
Singles Ward
My ward starts at 9 am. wow. so naturally, NO ONE comes. It is really empty. ugh. They seem so desperate to get our records in the ward. (but I can't yet because of my mission papers) Everyone seems super nice. I think that it is going to be okay. (as long as I am not singled out as the ward pariah like last year) I had to pray in sacrament meeting and relief society: Janessa's New Goal: Become more eloquent while praying. I am not one of those people that always gives amazing prayers... crap.
Apartment
I didn't know anything about where I was living until I got to Cedar because I got scholarship housing. I went into the apartment and walked into my new room.... and found that there was NO funiture at all. No bed especially... hackin!! I slept on the ground for a few days. It wasn't that bad. Luckily, my Aunt Kathy has a brother in Cedar city. He is sucha nice guy. The second he found out, he dropped everything and came to help. He borrowed a bed from a neighbor and brought it over. O man, he is awesome. I want to be like that, willing to help others immediately. It is a spacious place. Except it is totally the must unsecure place I have ever lived. The basement door is unlocked a lot. The front door can be opened with a credit card and all of the windows are always open because the roomies hate turning on the a/c. Anyone could just waltz in and steal everything and kidnap me... just sayin. O YA! and this place does not have hackin internet! unbelievable. I have to go all the way to campus (ten minute drive) to check my email... kill me now.
Roommates:
Nicole, Alicia, and Kristen. They are all cool. I spent a few hours talking last sunday with LeLe (alicia) She is a fellow lifeguard. This Sunday, Nicole and I had a Bones marathon/nap for a few hours. And talked about our childhoods. Which by the way, Nicole and I grew up in the same ward!! We went to Joy school, Pre school, elementary, and jr. high together. What are the hackin chances that we are college roommates?? They are all awesome girls. So no worries in this department.
I am totally sick of writing so this is all that you are going to get out of me tonight. later.
Sunday, June 26, 2011
The Life of a Lifeguard
So I have spent many hours this summer working... as a lifeguard. Most people just give the lifeguard a passing glance, and don't even think about it. Well, I am here to give you the inside scoop about lifeguards. This may sound creepy, but lifeguards are watching you almost every moment you are in the pool.... don't you want to know what those lifeguards are thinking and judging about you?! Here are a few day to day experiences of a lifeguard.
The Sad Part of Lifeguarding:
Fat Kids: I know that sounds way insensitive, but it is true. There are so many overweight kids that come to the pool. Especially the really young kids that already have beer bellies. That just kills me the most. I want to go and punch the parents in the face and tell them that they have already ruined these cute kids' lives. How hard is it to feed your kids healthy foods and take them outside to play every once in a while?
Angry Parents: The parents that have a extremely short temper with their kids are the worst. These people are just trying to find one little thing that they can freak out about. If the little kids can't keep up with the parent's speed walking, then they are in for some serious yelling and arm yanking. I don't even want to know what the parents do to their kids when they are not in a public place. it is just so sad sometimes. Okay, time for some more upbeat stuff
The Annoying Part of Lifeguarding:
Heartless Dad: So dad figures that if he just throws the kid in the water... then the kid will learn how to swim... this is not good for the kid or the lifeguard. The kid panics, and the lifeguard is on the edge of her seat waiting to see if this dad will really let his own child drown. The dad just watches his kid struggle in the relentless current of the hackin lazy river. ahhhh... So for any of you who are considering this approach for swim lessons... please DON'T. It will probably mentally scar your child for life and it is really stressful for the poor lifeguard that is on stand.
Kids That Don't Listen: Some kids can be really stupid. They will seriously break the same rule over and over again. You tell them to stop and they just move to a different part of the pool and start breaking the rules. Whether it be making out or diving into the shallow end, these kids just don't stop... It is even worse when the parents just sit back and watch their kids break the rules... ugh! Parents! I have a message for you. Lifeguards are not babysitters. You do not lose responsibility for your kids just because there are other people around who are willing to yell at them for you. seriously.
Guy Packs: Most young adult males have at least an average intelligence level. Yet, the fascinating thing is that the intelligence level plummets when men get together in a group. Most individual guys will follow the rules and just have normal fun. But when they come in a group... all common sense disappears. You would not believe some of the stuff these guys try to do. They usually end up just wrestling each other for two hours straight (or have a belly flop contest... does that really prove that you are a man?), because that is all that they can think of when they are together.... bro love?
Gross Part of Lifeguarding:
Poopylicious: Guess who gets to clean poop, vomit, or any other body fluids?? ya thats right... the lifeguards. The pool people don't talk about it so the patrons don't freak out. I suggest that if you have a private pool... use it always. Public pools are not a good place to be. ew. It seems that these incidents always happen on my break, so (naturally) it is my job every hackin time! ugh.
The Awesome Part of Lifeguarding:
Empty Pool: When no one is at the pool. The lifeguard is free to read. yes! So of course the best time to be a lifeguard is when you don't have to actually do your job. The guards can even have a diving contest at the outdoor pool. (or just take a mid day nap)
Lightning! The best thing ever! All of the people have to leave the building and the guards get to stay. The lifeguards play cards, order food, and hang out. They get paid to watch the thunderstorm. Lightning is the best scenario for lifeguards (minus the part where they are hanging out by a body of water during an electrical storm)
Private Parties: Sometimes the private parties will bring way too much food. They will offer us a meal at the end of the night! yes! (although it is quite disappointing when they carry all of that wondrous food out the door) so all i can say is... remember the lifeguards, they get hungry too. and they are staying an extra two hours just for you...
The Scary Part of Lifeguarding:
Insane Angry People: The pool has a strict swimsuit only policy... so the lifeguards have to tell the people that they have to get out of the pool because they have basketball shorts instead of swim trunks... needless to say, some of the people are not happy about it. These people will scream in your face until the end of time. You send them to the head guard because you are pretty sure they are about to murder you. It seems like the really big scary people are the ones that always get angry.... but there is nothing that the lifeguard can do... rules are rules. So please people! don't attack us. Lifeguards aren't excited about kicking you out, in fact, they dread it.
My Main Purpose: Lifeguarding seems so easy and ridiculous sometimes. But the lifeguard must always remember why they are there. They are there to make sure that no one drowns or gets hurt. It the lifeguard gets lazy or doesn't pay attention... then some kid could die. It can be really difficult to stay focused when it is the end of a seven hour shift. But the lifeguards have to remember what is important, they are responsible for everyone in that pool. One little mistake can have grave consequences.
The Cute Part of Lifeguarding:
Babies: Babies are just so dang cute. (especially the ones that don't cry) They just let their parents carry them around the pool. They love every second of it. and! (bonus) they don't break any rules, so the lifeguards don't have to yell at them. The babies will just ignore the parent and stare up at the lifeguard. Babies are the only people who will genuinely smile and wave at lifeguards. And let me tell you... it makes my day.
The Toddlers: They are pretty cute too. They will just follow their parents around. And they make the funniest comments. One kid went down the slide with his dad many times. And every time he would scream over and over "IM GONNA DIE!!!" He would finish the ride and realize it was fun, so he would go up again. I would like to figure out how some kids have no problem with the diving board... and others... are petrified. They seriously freeze on the board. They won't go forward or backward. No amount of coaxing will make them jump. One little kid got up to the edge of the board and looked down... he said (in his little mature voice) "I'm sorry dad, but this is way too scary for me" and then he turns around and just marches right off the board. I heard another story from a lifeguard about a little kid who was just walking by. He was covering is mouth, and the lifeguard thought that he might be sick and vomit or something. She was dreading the moment that he would let loose when suddenly.... she realizes that the kid wasn't sick, but he was totally beat boxing. And he was really really good! Coolest. Little. Kid. Ever.
The Funny Part of Lifeguarding:
No Running: The indoor pool is full of surprises. (especially for the kids who run) I don't know if they did this on purpose, but the no running tiles on the ground get REALLY slippery when wet. So, it is a great moment when the running kid that the lifeguard has been yelling at constantly.... finally! slips on the no running sign and falls on his butt. The lifeguard has a great feeling of satisfaction (until the kid gets back up and starts running again)
6 Inches From Drowning: I was in the competition pool, and then a lady got my attention. She pointed at a boy in the second lane that was struggling to stay above water. He was definitely distressed and needed help.... The only thing was that he was six inches away from a lane line... All he has to do reach out and grab it. The lady asks if I should do something, and then I reply with, "he will figure it out eventually." (I am Not getting wet at the beginning of a 7 hour shift because some kid won't open his eyes) He wasn't alone. He was in a swim lesson so the teacher and all of the other students and parents were just watching this kid struggle... needless to say he finally opened his eyes and grabbed the line. (this doesn't make me sound very responsible, but seriously! the kid knew how to swim.)
Seizure Lady: This experience is rather recent. I have never guarded when the seizure lady was swimming. I was in the competition pool, when a little old lady comes in and starts to swim laps. She gets to the wall and starts just holding onto the wall and kicking. But then, the flutter kicking turns into jerks and her body is all rigid. This lady looks like she is having a full blown seizure!! I freak out and hop down from my stand and start over to her. I am wondering if she is for real, when suddenly she stops. She just turns around and starts swimming across the pool. what the hack? She gets to the other side and does the seizure thing again! Okay......? I swear she is just trying to freak lifeguards out. Apparently, all of the lifeguards refer to her as Seizure Lady. I don't know if fake seizures is a good cardio workout. I will have to ask her.
Well this post is probably more for my benefit than for anyone else. If I vent then maybe I won't go all postal on the patrons.
The Sad Part of Lifeguarding:
Fat Kids: I know that sounds way insensitive, but it is true. There are so many overweight kids that come to the pool. Especially the really young kids that already have beer bellies. That just kills me the most. I want to go and punch the parents in the face and tell them that they have already ruined these cute kids' lives. How hard is it to feed your kids healthy foods and take them outside to play every once in a while?
Angry Parents: The parents that have a extremely short temper with their kids are the worst. These people are just trying to find one little thing that they can freak out about. If the little kids can't keep up with the parent's speed walking, then they are in for some serious yelling and arm yanking. I don't even want to know what the parents do to their kids when they are not in a public place. it is just so sad sometimes. Okay, time for some more upbeat stuff
The Annoying Part of Lifeguarding:
Heartless Dad: So dad figures that if he just throws the kid in the water... then the kid will learn how to swim... this is not good for the kid or the lifeguard. The kid panics, and the lifeguard is on the edge of her seat waiting to see if this dad will really let his own child drown. The dad just watches his kid struggle in the relentless current of the hackin lazy river. ahhhh... So for any of you who are considering this approach for swim lessons... please DON'T. It will probably mentally scar your child for life and it is really stressful for the poor lifeguard that is on stand.
Kids That Don't Listen: Some kids can be really stupid. They will seriously break the same rule over and over again. You tell them to stop and they just move to a different part of the pool and start breaking the rules. Whether it be making out or diving into the shallow end, these kids just don't stop... It is even worse when the parents just sit back and watch their kids break the rules... ugh! Parents! I have a message for you. Lifeguards are not babysitters. You do not lose responsibility for your kids just because there are other people around who are willing to yell at them for you. seriously.
Guy Packs: Most young adult males have at least an average intelligence level. Yet, the fascinating thing is that the intelligence level plummets when men get together in a group. Most individual guys will follow the rules and just have normal fun. But when they come in a group... all common sense disappears. You would not believe some of the stuff these guys try to do. They usually end up just wrestling each other for two hours straight (or have a belly flop contest... does that really prove that you are a man?), because that is all that they can think of when they are together.... bro love?
Gross Part of Lifeguarding:
Poopylicious: Guess who gets to clean poop, vomit, or any other body fluids?? ya thats right... the lifeguards. The pool people don't talk about it so the patrons don't freak out. I suggest that if you have a private pool... use it always. Public pools are not a good place to be. ew. It seems that these incidents always happen on my break, so (naturally) it is my job every hackin time! ugh.
The Awesome Part of Lifeguarding:
Empty Pool: When no one is at the pool. The lifeguard is free to read. yes! So of course the best time to be a lifeguard is when you don't have to actually do your job. The guards can even have a diving contest at the outdoor pool. (or just take a mid day nap)
Lightning! The best thing ever! All of the people have to leave the building and the guards get to stay. The lifeguards play cards, order food, and hang out. They get paid to watch the thunderstorm. Lightning is the best scenario for lifeguards (minus the part where they are hanging out by a body of water during an electrical storm)
Private Parties: Sometimes the private parties will bring way too much food. They will offer us a meal at the end of the night! yes! (although it is quite disappointing when they carry all of that wondrous food out the door) so all i can say is... remember the lifeguards, they get hungry too. and they are staying an extra two hours just for you...
The Scary Part of Lifeguarding:
Insane Angry People: The pool has a strict swimsuit only policy... so the lifeguards have to tell the people that they have to get out of the pool because they have basketball shorts instead of swim trunks... needless to say, some of the people are not happy about it. These people will scream in your face until the end of time. You send them to the head guard because you are pretty sure they are about to murder you. It seems like the really big scary people are the ones that always get angry.... but there is nothing that the lifeguard can do... rules are rules. So please people! don't attack us. Lifeguards aren't excited about kicking you out, in fact, they dread it.
My Main Purpose: Lifeguarding seems so easy and ridiculous sometimes. But the lifeguard must always remember why they are there. They are there to make sure that no one drowns or gets hurt. It the lifeguard gets lazy or doesn't pay attention... then some kid could die. It can be really difficult to stay focused when it is the end of a seven hour shift. But the lifeguards have to remember what is important, they are responsible for everyone in that pool. One little mistake can have grave consequences.
The Cute Part of Lifeguarding:
Babies: Babies are just so dang cute. (especially the ones that don't cry) They just let their parents carry them around the pool. They love every second of it. and! (bonus) they don't break any rules, so the lifeguards don't have to yell at them. The babies will just ignore the parent and stare up at the lifeguard. Babies are the only people who will genuinely smile and wave at lifeguards. And let me tell you... it makes my day.
The Toddlers: They are pretty cute too. They will just follow their parents around. And they make the funniest comments. One kid went down the slide with his dad many times. And every time he would scream over and over "IM GONNA DIE!!!" He would finish the ride and realize it was fun, so he would go up again. I would like to figure out how some kids have no problem with the diving board... and others... are petrified. They seriously freeze on the board. They won't go forward or backward. No amount of coaxing will make them jump. One little kid got up to the edge of the board and looked down... he said (in his little mature voice) "I'm sorry dad, but this is way too scary for me" and then he turns around and just marches right off the board. I heard another story from a lifeguard about a little kid who was just walking by. He was covering is mouth, and the lifeguard thought that he might be sick and vomit or something. She was dreading the moment that he would let loose when suddenly.... she realizes that the kid wasn't sick, but he was totally beat boxing. And he was really really good! Coolest. Little. Kid. Ever.
The Funny Part of Lifeguarding:
No Running: The indoor pool is full of surprises. (especially for the kids who run) I don't know if they did this on purpose, but the no running tiles on the ground get REALLY slippery when wet. So, it is a great moment when the running kid that the lifeguard has been yelling at constantly.... finally! slips on the no running sign and falls on his butt. The lifeguard has a great feeling of satisfaction (until the kid gets back up and starts running again)
6 Inches From Drowning: I was in the competition pool, and then a lady got my attention. She pointed at a boy in the second lane that was struggling to stay above water. He was definitely distressed and needed help.... The only thing was that he was six inches away from a lane line... All he has to do reach out and grab it. The lady asks if I should do something, and then I reply with, "he will figure it out eventually." (I am Not getting wet at the beginning of a 7 hour shift because some kid won't open his eyes) He wasn't alone. He was in a swim lesson so the teacher and all of the other students and parents were just watching this kid struggle... needless to say he finally opened his eyes and grabbed the line. (this doesn't make me sound very responsible, but seriously! the kid knew how to swim.)
Seizure Lady: This experience is rather recent. I have never guarded when the seizure lady was swimming. I was in the competition pool, when a little old lady comes in and starts to swim laps. She gets to the wall and starts just holding onto the wall and kicking. But then, the flutter kicking turns into jerks and her body is all rigid. This lady looks like she is having a full blown seizure!! I freak out and hop down from my stand and start over to her. I am wondering if she is for real, when suddenly she stops. She just turns around and starts swimming across the pool. what the hack? She gets to the other side and does the seizure thing again! Okay......? I swear she is just trying to freak lifeguards out. Apparently, all of the lifeguards refer to her as Seizure Lady. I don't know if fake seizures is a good cardio workout. I will have to ask her.
Well this post is probably more for my benefit than for anyone else. If I vent then maybe I won't go all postal on the patrons.
Sunday, May 22, 2011
The Indicators that my Childhood has come to an End.
o hey...
So I am beginning to realize that my adolescent years are coming to an end. I no longer have an excuse to be emotionally crazy sometimes. My angst level will also have to decrease. blast! I will no longer be able to convince my mom to buy everything for me... dude. this time is just so bittersweet. Anyways, I am going to list the reasons/events that mark The END of my innocent years.
1. Smallville is officially over. I watched the series finale a couple weeks ago. (Spoiler alert) Clark Kent FINALLY learns to fly, after ten long years. it was fantastic!
2. The Harry Potter franchise is coming to an end in July. The movies/books are finally over... farewell! all of those midnight shows with mountain dew and pixie sticks are almost over. I remember when I saw the first harry potter book and was hesitant to read it because it looked a little silly.
3. Osama Bin Laden is dead. He has been the nation's number one enemy since I was in fifth grade. We have hunted him for ten years. He is gone. (so who is our number one enemy now?)
4. A couple of my friends are engaged! what? I will soon be attending some bachelorette parties. I have definitely moved on into a new life phase. (although I admit that I am still in denial about my friends actually getting married... It probably won't hit me until I see them in wedding dresses.)
5. I thought that I should add this one, because it is common sense... My childhood is over because I have been in college for two years now, and I am getting my bachelors degree in six months. hmmmmmm ya....
So I am beginning to realize that my adolescent years are coming to an end. I no longer have an excuse to be emotionally crazy sometimes. My angst level will also have to decrease. blast! I will no longer be able to convince my mom to buy everything for me... dude. this time is just so bittersweet. Anyways, I am going to list the reasons/events that mark The END of my innocent years.
1. Smallville is officially over. I watched the series finale a couple weeks ago. (Spoiler alert) Clark Kent FINALLY learns to fly, after ten long years. it was fantastic!
2. The Harry Potter franchise is coming to an end in July. The movies/books are finally over... farewell! all of those midnight shows with mountain dew and pixie sticks are almost over. I remember when I saw the first harry potter book and was hesitant to read it because it looked a little silly.
3. Osama Bin Laden is dead. He has been the nation's number one enemy since I was in fifth grade. We have hunted him for ten years. He is gone. (so who is our number one enemy now?)
4. A couple of my friends are engaged! what? I will soon be attending some bachelorette parties. I have definitely moved on into a new life phase. (although I admit that I am still in denial about my friends actually getting married... It probably won't hit me until I see them in wedding dresses.)
5. I thought that I should add this one, because it is common sense... My childhood is over because I have been in college for two years now, and I am getting my bachelors degree in six months. hmmmmmm ya....
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Year 2 is down. One semester to go.
It is truly a glorious day. I am done with school, and I am concluding my first weekend at home in Salt Lake. I had six finals! SIX. ah. Okay so it wasn't that bad. I don't know about other people, but finals week kind of demotivates me. (is that a word?) I work super hard all semester, and then finals week arrives and BAM! I really don't care... This is definitely not a good mind set... ugh A truly marvalous part of being a PE major is that I do not have to write papers. yes! just tests. I am pretty sure I passed all of them. I can't wait to get my grades back.
So I had to clean my apartment before I could move out. When we moved into this apartment... it was DISGUSTING. There was stuff smeared all over the walls and everything. gross. Needless to say, the apartment had to be cleaned before I could even think of relaxing in that place. We got the cleaning list, and we kind of split the jobs. My roommate was staying three days longer, so I was in charge of doing all of the less obvious jobs that would stay clean until saturday. I ended up with cleaning under the stove, fridge, washer, and dryer. ew. That was soooo gross. I don't understand, we hardly ever used the stove. So after doing all of the crazy cleaning jobs I had one thing to do. I had to fill in all of the nail and tac holes in the walls... I don't have putty for that. And then my parents suggested a genius idea. I could touch up the walls with toothpastes. yes! It took me an hour and a half to fix the walls of my room and the kitchen. holy cow. The walls of my previous apartment may or may not smell minty fresh for the next occupant. Because there were ALOT of touch ups. I also somehow managed to fit all of my stuff into my little car. phew. that was quite the adventure. So you know the rest. I have come home and now I have to unpack. I also have to totally clean out my room here. Cats, dog, and plants for the garden have taken over my room. (what? ew) This week is just testing, packing, cleaning, unpacking, cleaning again, laundry. And that is the story of my life. (very exhilarating, i know)
So I had to clean my apartment before I could move out. When we moved into this apartment... it was DISGUSTING. There was stuff smeared all over the walls and everything. gross. Needless to say, the apartment had to be cleaned before I could even think of relaxing in that place. We got the cleaning list, and we kind of split the jobs. My roommate was staying three days longer, so I was in charge of doing all of the less obvious jobs that would stay clean until saturday. I ended up with cleaning under the stove, fridge, washer, and dryer. ew. That was soooo gross. I don't understand, we hardly ever used the stove. So after doing all of the crazy cleaning jobs I had one thing to do. I had to fill in all of the nail and tac holes in the walls... I don't have putty for that. And then my parents suggested a genius idea. I could touch up the walls with toothpastes. yes! It took me an hour and a half to fix the walls of my room and the kitchen. holy cow. The walls of my previous apartment may or may not smell minty fresh for the next occupant. Because there were ALOT of touch ups. I also somehow managed to fit all of my stuff into my little car. phew. that was quite the adventure. So you know the rest. I have come home and now I have to unpack. I also have to totally clean out my room here. Cats, dog, and plants for the garden have taken over my room. (what? ew) This week is just testing, packing, cleaning, unpacking, cleaning again, laundry. And that is the story of my life. (very exhilarating, i know)
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