Monday, September 21, 2009
Thursday, September 17, 2009
The circus came to town. I have always wanted to go to the circus. A small town circus is not what I had imagined the circus to be. Yes, there were the jugglers, a clown, acrobats, bike tricks, lions, tigers and elephants. How could all those exciting things be so lame?? To illustrate how bad it was just imagine the final number of all the performers doing the choreography and singing along to the High School Musical song "We're all in this together." Need I say more?
To spice things up just a little I let Kayda ride the elephant and get some cotton candy.
Then again, maybe not. I got home and found a piece of gum stuck on the bottom of my shoe.
Tuesday, September 08, 2009
On Saturday my dad came to help us put up some drywall. He had noticed that our projects hadn't made any progress the last couple of times that he was at our house, so he volunteered to Labor on Labor Day weekend. Braden offered to help and of course we didn't refuse. The Turleys were passing through on the way back from a ward camp out so they got roped into holding drywall and keeping the little kids from "helping".
Kolby was a little imitator and wanted to do whatever grandpa was doing. He might make a good drywall cutter someday. (hopefully we will be done with our projects by then).
I will post more pictures later, if you can pull me away from ogling at the new ceilings.
Tuesday, September 01, 2009
Frequently on Thursdays around noon I would grab my cheese bagel and eat it in the WILK terrace while I listened to someone on their soapbox. I never knew if it was class or a club or whatever, but I did thoroughly enjoy listening to people's ideas, opinions, and attitudes on different topics. Mostly I would listen not because of the alluring topic but because of the person's wit and comedic talent.
Unfortunately I am not good with words. Actually I am terrible with anything to do with language and grammar (if you frequent this blog, it's obvious). Nor am I great in the wit and comedic department. That is all beside the point! The point is I have a very important subject to talk about. (This is where you visualize me hopping on my soapbox)
You need to donate blood!! Many of you are probably thinking," Say what?! This is coming from you?" Yes! I have said it. My attitude was not always so.
The first time I went to donate blood was when I was in college. I donated blood mostly to find out what my blood type was since several of my biology/anatomy classes had referred to blood types. I ended up going with one of my roommates (I actually can't remember which one but it is whichever one is A positive) I joked that our blood type reflected our grades since hers was A positive and mine was B negative. I took quite the beating just to find out my blood type. I had a terrible, terrible phlebotomist which resulted in huge bruises on BOTH my arms.
The second time I went with Maren (who is awesome to donate since she is the beloved universal donor.) I remember her joking about how I shouldn't have a problem with the iron count since I eat a lot of meat. My iron was great, my phlebotomist not so much. This time the bruises were smaller but still on both arms. I vowed I wouldn't donate blood again.
I am pleased to say that I have recently broken that vow! Not only that, but I had a great phlebotomist and only got poked in ONE arm!!
So I am now listing some reasons to donate:
1. To know your blood type. Although it was a lame reason to donate blood, it ended up being a blessing that I knew my blood type. I was pregnant and my doctor had my blood type wrong in her system. It is a very critical thing when you are Rh negative to make sure you get those darn rhogam shots when you are pregnant.
2. You get something from giving. I recently read an article that said,"People who give blood are twice as likely to say they're very happy people as people who don't." You get benefits from giving (and not just treats and beverages that you get afterward), but real internal, fulfilling benefits.
3. People need blood. When donating blood it is hard to imagine what you are really doing and what it will go toward. When you see someone who needs blood it is even harder to imagine withholding it from them.
My family currently has set a goal to help get 500 units of blood donated. You can be a part of this. Check out http://celiascircle.org/
I will now exit off the soapbox. . .