I'm ready for bed and it's only 4 o'clock. I feel like the living dead. Now, I know that there are many people that can function quite well on only 4 hours of sleep. For example, my car pooling buddy Don he averages 3 to 4 hours every night because of his three jobs. Well, I'm good on 5 to 6 hours, but not 4! Last night Aaron and I went to the JAZZ game and had lots of Fun! We yelled our celebrations, our disapproval, and just because the Bear was holding up a sign that told us to. But I didn't realize that when you're in a roaring crowd you're actually yelling louder than normal. So today I sound like a chain smoker with a little tiny voice. I might have been okay if my job didn't require loudly calling my 8 year olds to order every 15 minutes. (side note: Man all of the student's are going crazy with spring fever...the worst it's been all year. I still love them, don't worry.)
As I hope you all know, our JAZZ lost last night barely by two points. I so
believed they were going to win! When that final buzzer sounded and the score board read 94 to 92 I couldn't smile, I just frowned, letting it all sink in. You know the sadness. :( I'll post the before and after game picture for you to see later.
Anyways, after the game we walked to our car and were stuck there of almost 45 minutes trying to get out of the parking lot. We finally got going and then stopped in Kaysville to pick up my ride at 12:30 AM!!! It was still another hour back to Logan! We pulled into Logan, and we returned my borrowed ride, and finally crawled into bed about 2:00 in the morning. So when the Alarm clock went off at 6:00 AM you can understand why I was thrilled when I remembered that my class was having a Pajama Day! In this small thing, I found enough will power to get out of Bed! Alright, that's the end of my sob story.
I really had a nice birthday, despite the fact that we were working on the house. Everyone was fussing because I was working instead of celebrating, but it was a great gift to be in our house. Anyways, thanks to everyone who made it extra special.
I spilled first blood while I was picking up stuff, a tack went all the way into my thumb. Ouch, but not much blood. Aaron wins for the best bleeder, while he was pulling up tack strip a nail ripped him open a bit, but still not actually serious. Kinda' cool though... now we can both say we've put sweat and blood into that house! Really the best battle for me was the toilets...gross. I gloved up and equipped myself with my weaponry: toilet brush, scrub brush, and crevice brush. I had to call Aaron in for back-up, because there was a hard candy stuck to the toilet bowl that I wasn't strong enough to remove. That and he got to scrub the ick off of the master bathroom floor; it came right up though...gross! Anyways, I came out triumphant! You can now use our toilets without feeling like you're using an outhouse! By the way, those weapons promptly were thrown into the dumpster, to insure no further contamination. It was great to actually get in and get to work! Yes, we look terrible in these pictures, but it's worth the embarrassment to let you see how our lovely home is progressing!
