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Date:2007-07-21 22:50
Subject:Harry Potter

I've finished too! 8pm (I had to sleep for 6 hour before finishing)

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Date:2007-06-05 07:14
Mood: amused

Alright here we go again. School has started and I spend most of my day in a classroom discussing diversity and 2nd language acquisition for kids in public schools. Enjoyable topics but I will not bore you with the details.


Due to school we have yet to do more touring of the historical sites but Nan and I did manage to find the nearest supermarket, Subway Sandwich shop, and bank with an ATM. Also we found the LDS church that is closer to the University that we visited last week. Plus, it starts at 8am instead of 9am so hopefully we can have more time for visiting the major tourist site and worship God. All is the same day! Thrilling!


Since I have less to report I thought I would discuss some of the things I have found a bit shocking since arriving here in Mexico.


My story begins with Nan and I out for a little stroll with our mama the first day she picked us up at the university. I was dragging my suitcase to the car, minding my own business, and car full of young Mexicans drive by me. I didn’t catch all that they were saying (actually none but Nan translates for me) but it was basically, "hey baby!" and "whoo whoo". In my mind I though, "Are the men here that desperate?"


The next day as I was walking though the market, again minding my business, I notice the male locals staring at me... well more like my breast and bottom. Maybe they have never seen a white girl with "goodies" but I’m doubtful that is the case considering the number of white girls running around. I might even be flattered that they find me attractive but the little creeps have done it to all the girls here on campus. You would think they would get tired of it... I mean if you have seen one pair of boobs you have seen them all right? One of the papa’s of a girl in our group told her to smile at them and then flip them off... I wonder how that would fly? I don’t think I’ll try.


Next shocker... So you want to make a little money here in Mexico? Yes, you can make money! All it takes is a little DNA and poop! Yes Poop! If you get sick and end up on the toilet with diarrhea you give the research team from Texas a sample of your feces then they will pay up to $160 bucks if you complete all their steps. I’ve already earn $10 for giving them my DNA! (They want a sample from when a person arrives healthy and then one before we leave and have possible gotten sick)! It is a comfort to know that if I get Montezuma’s revenge I get paid!


The whole research project is being done by a medical team from Texas University. They are trying to find out what bacteria cause the problems in order to create medicine to help the babies and kids that die every year from the illness. Also, about 40-60% of all foreign visitors to Mexico become ill due to contact with contaminated water or food. My USU teacher who has been here before says they have been working on this for some time here.


Shocker number three! No flushing toilet paper! You must throw it away in a separate trash can so that the toilet doesn’t overflow. Supposedly, the plumbing here has a tendency to get clogged and so to limit the times you have to see you and your neighbors excrement again they ask you to comply with this rule.  I now know the real reason swim the Rio Grande.


And the last shocker I will leave you with is a mental image of a little old lady with a gangrene lip. While visiting the museum, Nan and I visited the exhibit on a village here in Mexico that has toxins in the water and soil. The people are constantly taking lead and other arsenics into their bodies which are killing them. This trip has been an eye opener of how many of our Mexican neighbors live.


That’s all for now!


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Date:2007-06-04 16:10
Subject:Mexico: the first 4 days
Mood: happy

Hey everyone!

I`m in Mexico and thought that maybe a few of you would like to read what I`m up to here. So here is a bit of reading for you! 

I’m writing you from the university! Nan is taking the language test right now... I’m so glad I don’t have to take it! I can’t understand a word of what they are saying but is doesn’t frustrate me; it makes me want to giggle. This language that is so much closer to my own and I find my self answering back in Japanese. My brain is funny. I hope I can keep a positive attitude the whole time. Also I would like to be able to speak a little Spanish when I get home. Ha-ha!


So from the security gate at SLC we said goodbye to dad and Amy and stood in line until 9:24am...(we were there for like 30min) our plan was scheduled to leave at 9:45 and the gate was at the end (of course!) of the terminal. Nancy and I jogged to the gate and as we were running we passed a cinnabon and I couldn’t resist on an empty stomach (my thoughts... the plane won’t leave me until 9:40ish... I have 10 minutess to get one!!). I waited in line for my cinnamon roll for the full 10 minutes and then sprinted to the gate, Nancy had left me to get there before. I shoved my box with the roll in my bag so it wouldn’t look like I was late due to my tasty purchase. Fortunately, the plane was late boarding and I was fine. We got on board and got ready for take off and then waited an hour for some paper the crew said we needed and in a long line of other planes that I suspected didn’t have that paper.


With take off we waved goodbye to Utah and said hello to turbulence. I was thinking my good friend Angie would have loved the way the plane jumped around in the sky. I’ve learned that I like Delta Airlines more than United Airlines because the airplane was cleaner and they still feed you the yucky airplane food. I don’t know why but it makes me feel good to know they do that still, like a part of the pre-911 world still exists. To bad it is just airplane food. We ate cheese ravioli and salad as we glided to Mexico City then we slept (I’m glad I took my pillow!).


My sleep was disturbed by the pilot announcing we would be landing in 30 minutes. Lifting my stiff neck, I opened the window and peeked out the window.  Below was Mexico... to be honest it looked like most places do from high above in a plane, ripples of land waving below with little boxes for houses. As Mexico City came into view the boxes cover the area and taller building pushed their way out of the ground. It turns out that the air coming into the airport is normally turbulent and it stayed to its known ways. Fortunately, the landing was fairly smooth and we arrived without any problems.


Disembarking from the plane we met up with the rest of our group (all female... why is that? Oh we are all education majors!! Of course only girls teach in public schools.). Lisa, the director, of the group asked if we wanted to exchange money before getting our bags and I was the first to say yes. My reasoning for this was that if we did it out of the security area then the pickpockets and little thieves are watching (I’m so trusting!! lol). I’d rather have my money safely concealed in different areas of my bag. After I got in line the rest of the group decided they also wanted to exchange their money and so it took like 20 minutes before we got to our bags. Impressively the Mexico City Airport has guards watching luggage and you have to give them your baggage claim sticker to get it. Salt Lake never seems to care... or Hawaii when I think about it.


We walked to the bus departure spot in the airport and waited about 30 minutes for the bus to Cuernavaca. While we waited, Nan and I bought water and diet coke (look it is a staple of my life!). The money was difficult at first for me to understand but now writing this note 4 days later I think I’m starting to get it.


The ride to Cuernavaca made me feel a bit sick due to the big bus, the restroom blocking my view of the front window, and the winding hilly road. I think I’ve been infected with motion sickness. I blame Hawaii... and Dan.  After an hour and 1/2 we made it to the bus station and took taxis to the school. There we met our ¨mamas¨ (the ladies who basically take care of us all day long!!). My and Nan’s mama is a little lady who seems to understand a bit of English (possibly necessity has helped her learn) and we made our way home which is only about a 5-10min drive from the school.


When we arrived we met mama’s husband, son, and daughter. They all seem nice... the son speaks a little English so I talked with him at dinner.  He recommended Nan and I go to a place called Las Estacas where there is a pyramid and great beer. Tempting.


Meals in Mexico are different from the states in that breakfast is light (at 7am), lunch is the biggest meal of the day (at 3pm), and dinner is light (at 9pm). Our first night we ate papaya and some bread with beans, cheese and peppers. It tasted fine.


Our room is a fairly good size with two twin beds, a large closet with clothes drawers, and a shelf with space for a TV, VCR, mirror, and space to place stuff. It is in the main part of the house upstairs. I say main part of the house because there is another set of rooms over the garage. There are 5 other girls and 3 guys living with us. Most are from back east (though one is from the South and is a really gabby person... she is not shy at all!).


The weather here isn’t as humid as I thought it was going to be but it is still definitely hotter than Logan. Sleeping has been interesting with the overhead fan circulating the air and a little breeze from the window. Also it seems there is a party outside out window every night with some band playing songs in Spanish and the drunken students over the garage laughing. It is like a lullaby rocky me to sleep.


Saturday our mama took us to orientation (which was them telling us not to walk alone at night, not to drink the water, how to party at night responsibly, and not to take drugs) and then we went to the ¨Mercado¨(the market)the city center. This is a jungle of market vendor selling goods from fruits, meat, shoes, comics, magazines (most with women showing ¨their goodies¨ as Heidi would say), to ipods (which suspiciously used...). 


After that we walked to El Centro (the city center) where the Palace of Cortez is located and took a taxi home.


Here is where Nancy and I really started having fun!! Our mama being a kind lady gave us a key to get into the house when we come home on our own. The houses in Mexico are always locked so that squatters don’t come in and claim they own the place. Our dear mama said that if someone can claim they lived in the house a year by Mexican law they own it! So people will bribe the infamous police here and take someone’s home. All thanks to the Revolution!


Anyway I digress... We made our way home, this taxi driver couldn’t find our casa and since Nan and I had only been there once before we were lost too! He kind of just ditched us in the general area and said ¨de nada¨ as he drove away. We walked a bit and I decided to ask a local on the street if they could help us. Remember I speak next to no Spanish at all so basically it was a white girl saying pardon, pointing to a paper with our address on it and putting on the best ¨I’m lost, help me!¨ face I could come up with. Nancy fortunately can speak more than I and so once she got the courage up she could speak with our kind friend named Jessica.  However Jessica didn’t know where the house was either so she asked some old people passing by who didn’t know but said it was probably back down the hill a bit. So with Jessica leading the way Nan and I followed down the hill until we saw the side road leading to our house. We tried to put as much heart as possible into ¨gracias¨ to show Jessica her help had warded off two Americans from sitting down on the side of the road crying. :)


Following the road we found our house, got the key out, put it in the lock, and it didn’t work! We tried again. 10 minutes we tried to get that blasted thing to work and it wouldn’t. I tried ring the bell but no one answered. Then for the next 10 minutes we tried to figure out how to call our Mexico mama from my cell phone. Apparently the area code here is 777... and the top phone number is for the University and the next one is our residence. Finally I talked to mama, she couldn’t understand me so I put Nan on the phone (look I’m a gutsy RM, I can talk to anyone even if they can’t understand me!) and she explained that we were outside and our key didn’t work. She came out and showed us that after turning the key the door has to be forcefully pushed in to get it to work... things I would have like to known before. The rest of the day we chilled at home and unpacked both slightly fried from the day’s events.


Sunday, we got up and went to church. I had shown mama the address and hoped she would get us at least close to the church. Unfortunately, she must of thought we wanted to go to the cathedral which was on a similar road as the church. Nan and I wandered around for another 15 minutes (that is the length of time we will usually allow ourselves to be completely lost) then we hailed a taxi and had them take us there. We got there late but it was so rewarding to go and here the members bear their testimonies (I may not know the language but I can recognize when I feel the Spirit and I definitely did at that meeting). After sacrament, we took pictures at the church and left to meet the rest of our group (only 4 of the 16 are not lds) at the palace of Cortez.


Nancy and I had a lot of fun seeing where Cortez would go when he wanted to get out of Mexico City and relax. Inside is a museum with many pieces of Mexica (Aztec) and farther back exhibits. The pictures are needed to really explain what was there but it was amazing to see them. In the museum is a mural of Diego Rivera of the history of the conquest of Mexico by the Spanish and the ultimate revolution. It is one of the most well known murals in this area of history. Malinche, whom Nancy has studied extensively, is depicted in several of the scenes which made us both very happy.


Next we went to the cathedral Cortez had built on top of the sacred places for the locals and used the rubble from their destruction as materials for the building. It is an impressive structure that is constructed like a fortress so as to keep the unhappy people of Mexica from destroying it. It now seems to be well integrated into the community and the walls surrounding it are no longer needed.


Finally we visited some famous gardens here in the city and bought a few souvenirs to take home with us. Then we took a taxi home, directing the driver to turn at the side street so a repeat of the day before would not occur.


At dinner we met the guys living at our casa, they had been touring in another part of Mexico for the weekend. (the 3 guys and 3 of the girls have been here a week longer than the rest of us) Ladies and gentleman, when you get those guys and the other girls together it makes for an interesting dinner. Let’s just say I now know how ¨well hung¨ one of the fellows is and the drinking habits of the group. I’m shaking my head as I write this but I laughed a lot at them embarrassing each other! I wonder what is in store for tonight.


This morning we had school from 8am to 2pm. My 2 classes are taught by USU professors with only about 7 students in each class. Nancy is taking Spanish only classes since she has already got her ESL endorsement. I like the campus here because it is small and feels safe. I’m starting to recognize faces and I’m looking forward to meeting more people as the week continues.


Well there you have it! My first 4 days in Mexico! I hope it wasn’t too boring.


Love you!

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Date:2007-04-27 20:23
Mood: tired

Can I say I hate having to call everyone for there visiting teaching numbers? I do. I think I'm going to leave the ward I'm in so that I can evade this calling. I'm terrible and going to hell but what else can a girl do? I tell myself "Self you will be gone most of the summer... it would be better if you were in your home ward" I'm very convincing. :)

Love ya all... even the ones who I never see!

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Date:2007-04-20 00:54

Congrates Melanie! She had a baby girl yesterday. Hopefully, we will get a picture from her soon. :)

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Date:2007-03-28 21:46
Subject:Revisiting a perfect date

Since Amy has been watching THE OFFICE (thank you Ryan for bringing your DVDs!). I feel the need to repost a classic Melinda entry. So here it is the perfect date Dwights and then mine. Enjoy!


Dwight:"Let me describe the perfect date: I take her
out to a nice dinner. She looks amazing. Some guy tries to hit
on her..eh.. Now he wants to fight. So I grab him, I throw him
into a jukebox. Then the other ninja's got a knife. He comes at
me, we grapple, I turn his knife on him, blood on the dancefloor.
She's scared now, I take her home, I'm holding her in my arms.
I reach in for a kiss, I hear something in the leaves..I flip her
around, she gets a poison arrow right in her back. She was in on
it the whole time..but I knew."

Dee: He picks me up. He's casually dressed but looking great. Music in his car is softly playing as we chat. Says he has something special planned. Go to dinner and a movie. We are walking out and he takes a detour up the stairs at the Cinema 3. Pulls me along with, we walk into the projector room. I'm stunned as he walks toward "the closet." I say, "don't touch that door" He says, "that's why we're here." He laughs as he opens the door which leads through hell to the other freaky closet at the Logan Arts Cinema (once call the Reel Time). Time slows, I run to stop him. Out of no where a ninja attacks me. I stake him with my hair stick, dust on the film. I turn to my date and the portal to hell. "I trusted you! Why?" He laughs and grabs to throw me into hell. I struggle. Psychotic laughter from the portal causes him to stop. He's scared. It's my turn to laugh, “Meet my friend!” Faster than eye something erupts from the portal. Blood on the projector. My date collapses and is dragged into hell by a monkey dressed as cupid. I sigh, “loves a bit*h.”

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Date:2007-03-08 02:38
Mood: sleepy

Ever get the feeling you just waited around for nothing? Like "Oh, well that was a waste of my time." Of course at the time you were waiting it was fine but as the moment ticked away your confidence did too. Oh well no problem! 

So I pillaged the career fair today. I love to collect the goodies from the different companies. To accomplish this I pretend to be what they are looking for - yes today I was a engineer. business woman, miner, military recruit, etc... yes all to get my pens, highlighters, stapler, water bottle, sunglasses holder, sticky tabs, and other assorted items. Just a note to you all, Wyoming Highway Patrol gypped me! The pen is suppose to light up or something and it doesn't! Broke my little heart. Cheapies! No wonder no one wants to work for them. 

I need to go to sleep. I'm just having an insomniac moment. 

Usually they are not this bad but... I was scrap booking. Looking at pictures from different times.

Laughed at the Tsuyoshi pictures. 
My drama pictures from high school, I think I was a little in love with Kason because he was such a good guy. 
Alexandra, Chalyce, and I in a photo booth, showing how cool we thought we were. 
Sarah at Osaka-jo the second day I was in Japan, I felt so small. 
Clint, goofy smile, Jeff, reliable, Todd, cool confidence, and I at Lagoon. 
Why do people leave?

I just can't seem to get it right today
I just can't seem to get it right today
I just can't seem to get it right today
I guess I'm gonna give up
oh, I guess I'm gonna give up

It's nearly been a year since he's been gone
we still sing his goodbye songs
and she knows she should move on
but she just can't let him go
no, she just can't let him go

I'm sorry if I made you wanna cry
I'm sorry if I made you wanna cry
You should know I never meant to hide
I just hate bringin you down
oh, I just hate bringin you down

I just can't seem to get it right today
I just can't seem to get it right today
I just can't seem to get it right today
I guess I'm gonna give up
oh, I guess I'm gonna give up

And I dropped my paintbrush in the dirt
I'm still numb but just how much I hurt
I cut my hand, wait for it to work
but I just couldn't bring him back
no, I just couldn't bring him back

I just can't seem to get it right today
Oh, I just can't seem to get it right today
I just can't seem to get it right today
I guess I'm gonna give up
oh, I guess I'm gonna give up
oh, I guess I'm gonna give up
oh, I guess I'm gonna give up
oh, I guess I'm gonna give up
oh, I guess I'm gonna give up
Oh lord I said I guess I'm gonna give up
Oh lord I said I guess I'm gonna give up

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Date:2007-01-04 04:27
Subject:History Nerd
Mood: nerdy

I really am a Nerd! I love history and I love hearing cool stuff related to history. "Why?" you as do I write this? Well, I ran across this article tonight and it made me giddy. 


I remember being in Japan as a student and taking the train to Kyoto. Along the way is a tomb shaped like a key hole that has never been open because it is one of these imperial tombs. Every time I had the urge to grab a shovel and start digging. However, I would restrain myself with the thought that I would have know idea what I was doing and ruin everything I found. Plus, I would go to jail when they caught me. I'm just glad some one gets to do it! Oh! to be on that team of experts!!!! 

I can't wait to see what they find. :)

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Date:2006-12-23 04:33
Subject:How in the world?
Mood: amused

Ok so I just looked at my grades. I have been worried about a certain math class I never attended... yes I'm an idiot. Well, this moron, that never felt the need to go, still got a B. What does this say? I'm not to sure. Possibly, if I had gone I would have received an A? I'm just happy to have passed. It makes my life a much easier for next semester.

I saw a cousin in the store today. He was buying a bunch of nerf guns for people, one of which was a girl he kind of likes. He asked me if I though it was ok. Honestly, I didn't have much of a better suggestion. I know things I would like and at times a nerf gun could be one of those things ( you never know who you may run into). We all know me and dating.

Boy: Hey you want to go to a movie?
Me: Sure sounds good.
(later at movie boy sitting by me put his arm around me and his hand on my leg)
Me: ... (I sit still the whole movie with my arms folded)
(later... he calls my cell)
Boy leaving message on machine: You wanna get together again?
Me: (deleting the message)

It isn't like I am against a little snogging but I find that lately these guys freak me out. They catch me off guard. Blast my stupidity. Oh well it is of no matter. We all win some and lose some. Plus, it makes me laugh later.

I hope that girl likes the nerf gun. lol.

I went with my sisters Christmas shopping in SLC on Thursday and we went to an Indian restaurant. All the staff was Indian and the guy calling out when you could be seated had a heavy accent. Well, this thought-himself-funny-but-was-really-and-stupid-pig of a man made a joke about it. I wanted to smack him. I'd like to see him speak another language without an accent.

I found on the internet the best amusement park ever!! 
I love Japan even more because it is so crazy.

Happy Holidays!

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Date:2006-10-29 23:25
Subject:A little music never hurt anyone...
Mood: excited

Shall we do another CD Exchange? Many have said to me that they want to do one. I'm game if you all would like to do one. Let me know. Shall we try for the end of November?

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Date:2006-06-15 22:52
Mood: chipper


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Date:2006-06-15 13:55
Subject:Enjoying the details
Mood: tired

The stars tonight were beautiful, made me feel a part of something big and wonderful. I really do believe God is in the details of everything in life and that everything that happens in life is meant for our happiness. I get so tired and I forget  too easily... like within 2 seconds of walking into the house.

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Date:2006-06-09 06:32
Mood: loved

Unintentionally, I was able to enjoy one of the prettiest Logan mornings ever. Maybe there have been better ones but not any I can think of off the top of my head at 6:30am. I was driving to my house and just noticed how the light from the sunrise highlighted the valley in amazing ways. I got home and decided I needed to take pictures so I did in the park and and up the mountain a bit. I'll post later after I wake up. Yeah, I've been with Amber and I just got her back home. I think I need to go to bed! Good thing I have no work tomorrow. Oh, random thought but yeah I'm serious about the cd swap or me just giving away. You pick. Just let me know which. Love ya and good morning... I'm going to bed!

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Date:2006-05-30 23:43
Subject:New Mix?
Mood: creative

I kind of feel like making a new mix for you all. I know, I know you all have been waiting for this and you will be so overcome with emotion that you won't know what to say. Thus not replying to this and saying you are interested. Well are you? I'll do it for nothing. Maybe it will be a new "super unsaturated fat " or something. Now, truly what would make this even better is if you who are reading this also make a mixes and we could swap... hmm good idea.

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Date:2006-05-25 01:58
Subject:Ever After
Mood: cheerful

"A bird may love a fish, signore, but where would they live?"

His answer...

"Some birds swim and some fish fly.  Some can make it work." (not a direct quote :) )

Good answer. (lol)

Crazy, but good.

When you look at me i start to blush
and all that i can say is you and us
oh baby i'm so afraid to be in love
with you,
with you...

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Date:2006-05-18 20:30
Subject:Happy Birthday Justin!
Mood: chipper

Justin, Happy Birthday!!!
I hope you have a great day!

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Date:2006-04-21 15:14
Mood: chipper

The best way to change someone isn't by punishing or forcing them.
The best way to change someone is flood them with all that is good about you.
Make them so happy with what you are giving that they can't see anything wrong and want it too.

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Date:2006-04-10 21:01

Your Life Path Number is 11

Your purpose in life is to inspire others

Your amazing energy draws people to you, and you give them great insight in return.
You hold a great amount of power over others, without even trying.
You have the makings of an inventor, artist, religious leader, or prophet.

In love, you are sensitive and passionate. You connect with your partner on a very deep level.

You have great abilities, but you are often way too critical of yourself.
You don't fit in - and instead of celebrating your differences, you dwell on them.
You have high expectations of yourself. But sometimes you set them too high and don't achieve anything.

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Date:2006-03-27 00:09
Subject:No it doesn't...
Mood: thoughtful

"Life Makes No Sense"

Everything is turning grey, but I won't hold my breath today
Cause' I'm not scared and to tell the truth I just don't care.
Are you looking for an answer? When you still don't know the question.

It's like lighting candles in the rain-
Sometimes life can be a pain,
But don't give up without a fight.

Sometimes when you feel afraid, don't give up and run away.
Cause' two wrongs don't make a right.
What's the point in crying when you've don nothing wrong.
It was right there all along.

The world's nothing but a lie and everyone is going to die
But what can I say? Just help me make it through today.
You don't need a destination just to go somewhere in life.

It's like throwing feathers at the wind-
They come right back to you again.
So why not give it one more try?

Just cause' things aren't what they seem
It doesn't mean you shouldn't dream
Just don't get your hopes to high.
Cause' when things don't turn out right
You world comes crashing down.

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Date:2006-03-21 18:28
Subject:The Lesters and I
Mood: working

So I'm playing babysitter for my bishops kids. Okay so there are four of them and two are in high school.

Yes, yes, I know why do they need a babysitter if they have two young adults living there?

Well, Justin, good question.

I thought that myself when I was asked but now as I am taking care of these kids I understand better. They are the super busy like I never was or wanted to be in high school kids. They have water polo practice, banquets, Mr. Grizz, and jobs.

The little kids are also busy with cello practice, piano practice, scouts, Dentist appointments, Scout Court of Honor, etc. None of the older ones have time to taxi the younger ones around. So that is were I come in. I take them to the places they need to be during the day. I remind them to do their homework and practice their instruments before running off to play. I watch videos with them. Yeah, it isn't hard just time consuming. They are really great kids so getting them to do what they are suppose to isn't hard.

Anyway, I'm sorry that I wasn't able to come tonight to see Katie at Justin's house but things just didn't fall into place. I'll try to get by later if I can. If not... I'll try to think of something else. I hope you all have fun or had fun by the time you read this!


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