WAIT!

I forgot to give a little SHOUT OUT to my little sister...4TH PLACE IN HIGH JUMP AT STATE!  Woot!  And Riverton Girls Track took State...first state title for RHS!  

I love my baby sister.

Farewell...

Farewell to my Summerhill-ites...I shall miss you.  We have been in our new house for a week and a half now.  And though I don't hate it, it is not my house.  Or my ward.  Or my neighbors.  And yes, I do know that we are about 2 blocks away from the old house, and still in the same stake, but it just isn't the same.  

But...I am very grateful to have a place to live.  Grateful that I am not living in a cardboard box somewhere.

The End.

Ulcer...in my EYE? WTF!

Yep, that's right.  Ulcer in eye.  Who knew that could even happen?!  Well, I do now.  And let me tell you...it hurts like a MOTHER.  My is puffy and red and watery (or as my nephew would say "My eye is leaking!") and burning and I can't keep it open.  Worst thing ever.  Ulcerative Keratitis is what it is called.  I would put a picture up, but the ones I found on Google are pretty disgusting.  And to make it worse...I have to put eye drops in every two hours-including at night.  That means I have to set an alarm and wake up every two hours to put these stupid eye drops in.  

My life sucks.

If you ever get the urge to run naked, spray yourself with Windex-it will keep you from streaking.

My brother said that to me the other day and it reminded me of this one glorious day in the summer of 2006...

Me and some of my friends (who will remain nameless-I don't really want to die) went to St. George as a little "Senior Trip" of sorts.  One day, we went swimming at Sand Hollow Lake.  While there, we decided to make a night trip back to the lake to do a little "skinny dipping", as some people might call it.  The plan was for all 4 of us to partake in this adventure.  So at about 9:00 we headed back (the park closes at 10, as the lady at the fee box so rudely informed us), and tell a little white lie to get in, since we're not allowed to be swimming after dark.  When we get there, one of the girls decided not join us in the event (you know who you are-and I still love you).  So she stayed in the car, lights pointed toward the lake, waiting for us to make our move.  The other three of us, instead of undressing by the lake, take off our clothes at the car and run to the lake-stark naked, with our poor little friend watching us go the whole way.  Instead of actually swimming, we kinda just ran into the water, got a little wet, and headed back.

And that was that.  Bah hah hah hah...best night of my life.  Only true friends will run naked to a lake with you (or watch you run naked to said lake).  Love you girls!