I am so embarrassed!

This will probably shock a few people who think I am beyond embarrassment or shame in any form. I don't embarrass easy and mostly think it's irrational to care so much about what other people think of me. I wasn't even really embarrassed on Sunday evening when Merritt and Schooler came to get their computers from my messy house, while I was still in my pajamas and unshowered.

We went to dinner tonight for Drew's birthday. It was pretty much us and Drew's family. Not a big deal we've spent time with them all on various occasions. One of Drew's nephews was a bit out of line after dinner when he was crawling behind all of our chairs and under the table and was probably the biggest kid there. All of this I can look the other way for and chalk up to parent neglect (he has a 3 week old baby sister). But while he was under the table he began to punch Wes in the leg, apparently too close to some valuables for comfort. Wes claims he tried several things to get the kid to stop. In the end, he pulled the kid's hair and made him cry. I don't have a problem with what Wes did, I support him, but I with he hadn't made him cry. I was embarrassed because his mom didn't seem too happy about Wes making her son cry. And everyone else was looking like, that's just not done. Jenny understood why I was embarrassed, probably because she was embarrassed herself by her not-afraid-to-discipline friends. So we left after dinner because I was too embarrassed to go back to Jenny and Drew's for cake and spend more time with the scowling mom.

Reason #2 to be embarrassed is much more irrational. Drew's friend Jake Shied came to dinner. I went to high school with him and I had a huge crush on him. He was in the Mr. Hillcrest competition and I don't remember how it worked, but he kissed me on the cheek for some contest. In my little 15 y/o heart, it was the real deal. (I'm blushing right now for those who can't see me. Jenny will make fun of me later.)He was a senior when I was a sophomore and I'm sure he had no idea who I was then as much as I don't think he knows who I am now. Thank goodness. Regardless, I feel like he can sense my awkwardness and trying to avoid him, because I still feel like the silly teenager with a crush when I see him. How irrational is that?!?!?

And just to further run down my day backwards. I had the eval from Hell as my last patient of the day. It was a vestibular problem, which I'm trained to treat, but NEVER see. So I'm glad the dude was old (my voice is still gravely and I had to yell at him the whole time to get him to hear me)and hopefully not so quick on the uptake, that I was really fumbling. Once he was gone and I looked up the words for what I was doing like saccade and VOR and otolith, I realized that I was doing tests and treatments and had no clue which semicircular canal was effected. So good luck with that patient in the future Jared. I hate feeling unsmart and it should have made me feel better that the other therapist had no idea either, but it didn't.

Also I read the entire Sexiest Man Alive issue of People in between treating my morning patients. First of all, it's about time the realized how hot Hugh Jackman is. Secondly, they had scratch and sniff on the guys so you could smell their scent. That kind of creeped me out just to read it. I sure as heck didn't smell a single one. It was really wierd

Thanksgiving

Not my favorite holiday. By far not my favorite meal that takes too long to make. Not that my mom doesn't make great food. I just don't love roast turkey and stuffing. This year the whole family went to AZ to spend Thanksgiving with Lance and Alayna. Everyone except Wes who was hosting his 3rd annual Turkey LAN. I was sad to leave Wes because Dylan just started saying Dada. But he still said it when they talked on the phone. It was pretty cute.

To start Dylan and I were already sick with colds before we left. But naturally everyone still wanted us to come despite that fact that they would be crammed in the car with our disease for 10.5 hours. As a side note, my 11 month old baby travels very well. Maybe it's his cheerful personality, but there was nary an unpleasant scream to be heard.

Michelle, Andy and Kira joined us for the big feast. To be followed by napping, rock band and more games.
It was a pretty fun day. I think Evan went into a mashed potatoes and gravy coma.
The next day the boys went shooting and we went to see Twilight. Again. Then we did a whirlwind trip through the Phoenix Zoo and out to dinner. By the time we got home at 6:30 we were all ready for bed. Evan was already feeling the effects of the plague Dylan and I brought with us.

I am essentially a selfish creature, and I woke up Saturday morning feeling more wretched than I had all week. So I got in the shower and packed up before breakfast, to insure all would be motivated to leave ASAP. I would have loved to spend more time with Layna, but I did and still do feel awful and I really wanted to be home in my own bed. I would like to thank Alayna for having us all and for wearing the same size clothes as me so I didn't have to pack anything.

GO UTES!!

Christmas came early this year for the U. We're going to a bowl game undefeated!

My Old Friend

My baby girl, Mela, is getting old and I'm so sad about it. It feels like it happened overnight. One day she's sprinting around the house and the next she can barely get up. She's lost more weight and her spine and hip bones are sticking out. Some times when she stands up she has a lateral shift in her spine and she has to limp around until it straightens out. Which usually involves a lot of her legs giving out. It just dawned on Wes and I that she has kind of reached her life expectancy; it was just sooner than we expected. She's on some joint medication now, so hopefully she'll be with us and healthy for awhile more. What makes me the very saddest is that I won't be able to take her running anymore, and she really loved her runs.

I'm the Winner!

Ok, I'm not officially the winner yet, but I'm the first in my division of Fantasy Football! I'm 2nd overall in the league. I'm really excited. I hope I keep doing well.

The Sorting Fundraiser

The good news is we raised a lot of money. The bad news is I didn't get to ride my horse. Any pictures you see with a black horse. That's him. My love, with my husband riding him. That horse can make anyone look good.

So the really exciting news is I got to ride with my dad. Which hasn't happened in I don't know how long. We got to ride in 3 rounds and the first 2 were stinkers. My dad's horse wouldn't go for anything, even after my dad put spurs on. The horse I rode, Jess, was awesome. She was so fun to ride. I had to ride her into a sweat for about 45 minutes to get her to focus and listen to me, but she as great once we got into the cows. She was dancing around, ready to go, biting the cows. A really great cow horse. The reason why I didn't get to ride my perfect horse, was because he is so good that he had to go to people who don't ride as well. I suppose I should be flattered that people think you can put me on anything and I'll be fine. Even a horse that's been up on a mountain for a month, hence the long warm up. What I'm writing probably sounds really unfocused. But I loved it and had so much fun, I'm going to sign up for more teams next spring when we do it again.

Our last run left me on an adrenaline high that took me awhile to come down from. My dad was finally on a horse worth riding and we were doing great. We had 4 cows in the pen and I was driving the last 3 over the line in order. But stupid #2 how to run ahead of #1. I think we will definitely do better next time.

I really loved riding with my dad. It made my vivid fantasy world expand to owning a ranch with cows and doing this everyday with my dad. He loves it as much if not more than I do. If only it were financially realistic. We'd do sorting and penning competitions all over the state. But we don't have a ranch or horses or cows.

Thanks everyone who came and supported us. It really makes a difference to the kids.

Happy Halloween

We spent Dylan's first Halloween going around to grandparents so they could see how cute he is. Wes and I love to dress up just to hand out candy. This year we didn't even buy candy. But we looked pretty good. I'm still not sure if the costumes were worth stabbing myself in the knee over.