items of business

I have much to tell you, my blog friends. I will start with the most important.

While on vacation in DC last week (watch for upcoming post), I received a call from my mother informing me that my 32-week-along sister-in-law, Stacey, had a dangerous pregnancy condition called preeclampsia. They told her she would need to deliver in 48 hours.

Long story short, Hannah Leigh Larsen arrived on March 20, weighing 3 lbs 1 oz. She was 17 inches long! Tall baby.

I just barely got to see her for the first time on Wednesday. She was tanning under the bili lights. She just loves to chill and stretch out her long legs over her body-encasing doughnut. She also sounds like a kitten when she cries. You know I love it.

She only had to be on C PAP (breather thing up there) for 12 hours - which is awesome.

Exhausted.

Tanning under the bili's.


Next item: Blown out tire fiasco!

Okay, so I was aware that I hadn't put new tires on the car for, mmm, maybe five years. So what? my young girl mind thought. Maintenance is for boys. Namely my dad. So it shouldn't have been a shock when this happened Wednesday on my way to Statistics.

I haven't been to Stats for the last 4 class periods. I'm behind. I was very eager to get there on Wednesday to catch up and turn in my homework. While driving on Interstate 15, I was approaching the 800 North exit in Orem. All of a sudden my car just started making weird noises and driving uneven. I knew my luck had finally run out.

I pulled to the side and dialed my dad to come rescue me. My parents were there within minutes. When my dad examined the situation and also my remaining three tires, he looked at me with a sigh and said, "When we're done, head directly to Big O Tires." Apparently you could see the cording on my other tires. So they were in bad shape too. Who knew?

My mom scolding me for not being more assertive in my car's life.

So $480 dollars later (I also needed an alignment and one other thing I don't understand) and my tax-refund all but depleted, I got my car back in tip-top shape.


Next item: Wendover!

It's been an ongoing joke among the friends that one night we're just going to take the FUN BUS to Wendover and gamble the night away. Well, one fateful Friday night, Nan and Joe talked me into just that. We met the Fun Bus here at the Buenavista Market in shady West Valley. I know.

Here is the fun bus, already transporting some very enthusiastic patrons.

Nan and me. Excited.

Joe and Ryan. Oh and Joe's rotten friend behind him.

Once aboard, an old lady gets this party started! We played BINGO, played lotto scratch cards, and enjoyed some beverages. We were also given a coupon book with the following: free buffet, five dollars cash back, and free cocktails (gave that one away).

The Friday night seafood buffet was $24.99. My Fun Bus ticket was $18. You do the math. I earned money on this trip.

Nan, Joe, and Ryan trying their luck at the Roulette Table. I didn't gamble my money, but I sure helped Ryan gamble his. It's much more fun that way.

Nan kept wasting away her final dollars in dumb slot machines, so I had to show her how it was done. I put in a dollar to the 5 cent slot machines. I went away with $1.45. I know when to quit.

So, all in all, I spent $12.55 (because I got 5 bucks back). The Fun Bus picked us back up at 3:45 am, and I finally rested my head on my pillow at 6 am. Worth it.

There you have it. I am sorry for the long post, but I just had so much on my mind!