I survived the end of the world.
But just barely.
Saturday, December 22, 2012
Tuesday, November 27, 2012
the lightning goddess
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| Grandma Boston |
She is just as bright as ever. so funny. so intelligent.
This thanksgiving ended up being so amazing after our first plan fell through. i actually like that the first plan fell through. remember the blasers? well, my family was planning to drive up & see them this year. it's pretty much tradition. the big heart-breaker though --- i had to work on thanksgiving. which meant i would go to work, come home, and eat out of a small thing of ice cream while watching a movie in the dark lonely living room as my family spent the holidays in utah with the rest of my family.
I braved it up and was ready to make it work. i put in my head that it would be a great thanksgiving regardless. the biggest disappointment was that i wouldn't be able to see my great grandma, which made me really sad because i've been wanting to see her for a long time. you know, before i can't anymore...
But then!!! i found out at work that i only needed to work half-day. And then!!!! my family's plans to go to st. george for thursday fell through because the blasers were going out of town. so we had thanksgiving at my sister's house with grandpa and grandma cherrie. it was awesome. no home-alone business.
And finally!!!!! grandma and grandpa bob stopped by to eat dinner with us ON THEIR WAY to st. george from picking up grandma boston in southern california! so we got to visit with her sooner than we anticipated! better yet, on thanksgiving!! then we went up to st george on saturday to spend time with the entire family together & took way more pictures with all the generations together.
Great grandma boston :: Grandma :: Dad :: Amy :: Emma --> equaling 5 generations all together in one place at one time.
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| ashley glowed. i told her so |
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| me, grandpa, grandma cherrie |
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| so she stopped and smiled for the picture. never. happens. and she glowed even more. she will make this her facebook profile picture one day.. haha |
For now just know: my lightning goddess rocks.
Sunday, November 18, 2012
for His many gifts
For the gentle rain that falls on the mountaintop,
For the sunrise that welcomes the day,
For the springtime's new birth,
For the colors that fill the earth:
Lord, I give thanks to Thee.
I know all blessings come from above;
My heart overflows with His goodness and love.
I will spend all my days singing praise to His holy name
For His many gifts which carry me each day.
For His many gifts which carry me each day....
Oh gosh, this is the first time i've been online in 2 weeks just about...except for 5 minute facebook/email skims a couple different times.
It's been wake up, work, come home, nap, go to bed, wake up, work, come home, snack, nap, go to bed... my energy has been kinda low lately too sometimes. i have energy at work, then as soon as i get home it all hits me at once. and time just goes by so darn fast.
Last week jason bedford got home from his mission. this week tyler broadhead got home....these guys are all my age....! it's been strange seeing how much everyone's changed from the mission too. gosh time goes by fast these days. yesterday shawna mackay got married......and on and on.
I'm thinking about looking into school again. for my master's. i don't quite have enough money saved yet, but i keep hearing the sooner the better. the longer i wait....the harder it will get.
Then maybe a mission....still have a couple to few years for that though.
I am grateful for this season.
Especially the beautiful weather and how little blessings have carried me each day.
The past week was tough.
Unfortunately i got myself in the middle of a huge situation early on in the week. and it kinda dampened my spirits the remainder of the week to the point where i just doubted my own judgement and ability to handle situations with patients.
To be brief, i had to see a young black person who the nurses wanted to get OUT of the hospital....and quick. so he was mad and felt he wasn't ready to go home. he called patient advocate a couple times. it was a huge deal. but then i went in to see him. he was a whiner from the start. my patience is thin for whiners anyways, but i had to stay professional. the dad showed up. the patient was yelling and half-faking all the pain he was in. the dad yelled. they both cursed the living daylights out of me. i should've just left, but the patient was half off the bed....i couldn't leave him like that. i should have though. security was called. five security officers showed up. the screaming and yelling and verbal abuse could be heard down the whole wing. needless to say, i was so upset after this confrontation. they were wrong about, well, everything. after staying far too long, i left.
The good thing was....i wasn't alone. i was in the room with a physical therapist assistant. or else i probably would've lost my cool.
But still, we went to the nurses station to cool down and try and laugh it off. but i was flustered.
Later, the charge nurse and social worker approached me and asked....no, begged.....me to come back into that room and try working with him one. more. time. he just needed to be able to transfer to a wheelchair then they'd send him home. so i went back in.
The good thing is, a physical therapist saw the CN and SW approach me, and after hearing about the commotion of just an hour or so earlier, decided to come and lead the treatment so i didn't have to be alone. he's a tall asian guy with a long ponytail. he didn't even have that patient on his caseload. but he came in....to protect me. it meant a lot to me. but later he chastised me and said, "next time you're in this type of situation, just say no. i'm offended that they'd ask you to go back in there after what you went through earlier."
First of all...he was right. i just have a hard time saying "no" to people.
Second of all.....next time??? apparently i didn't know what i was getting into when i took this job. i must be naiive....or give people the benefit of a doubt.....or too good-hearted to expect it.
That's another thing that came up this week....
"Tiffany, you work too hard."
""Tiffany, you have a heart like this [hold up hands to form a large circle]."
"Tiffany, if a patient refuses therapy the first time, just leave." ....i usually spend too much time trying to persuade them to participate in therapy....then later:
"*shaking of the head because i went out of my way to accomodate a patient*"
"Tiffany, did you at least take your break yet?...." most of the time....no. but at least i did that time. haha
So apparently, i work too hard.
I just want to be good at what i do. but i feel like i'm doing something wrong. like there's some secret ingredient that everyone else knows about, but not me.
So this week, i'm especially grateful for my mom, who has been there to hear me vent out my frustrations as they come. especially after picking me up one day from work --the first day in my short career i came home sobbing....and who brought home sheet music from that sunday thinking of me, with the lyrics that sing of gratitude.......For His many gifts which carry me each day.....
I am grateful for the weather, i'm grateful for my family, i am grateful for comfort and peace Heavenly Father sends me, i'm grateful for people/other therapists who take care and look out for me, i'm grateful i don't have to spend thanksgiving alone like i originally thought.
I'm grateful that i enjoy my job the majority of the time. i'm grateful that there's so much yet that i can learn about myself and about other people while i'm there. i really feel like that's a huge reason i took this job....because i know it will help my approach and interaction with people for what Heavenly Father wants me to do in my future.
I'm grateful for great sacrament meetings and the words of an inspired stake president.
I'm grateful that i am so happy ALL of the time. i really am. i usually handle stress pretty well....it was just that one day i almost, well i guess i did, lost it.
I'm grateful that for the most part, people like me okay...at least at work and at church.
I'm grateful i know that Heavenly Father is preparing someone for me to marry one day. it's a huge source of comfort that i'm putting everything in His hands, and not my own.
And most of all,
I am grateful that i am never alone. prayer.
For the sunrise that welcomes the day,
For the springtime's new birth,
For the colors that fill the earth:
Lord, I give thanks to Thee.
I know all blessings come from above;
My heart overflows with His goodness and love.
I will spend all my days singing praise to His holy name
For His many gifts which carry me each day.
For His many gifts which carry me each day....
Oh gosh, this is the first time i've been online in 2 weeks just about...except for 5 minute facebook/email skims a couple different times.
It's been wake up, work, come home, nap, go to bed, wake up, work, come home, snack, nap, go to bed... my energy has been kinda low lately too sometimes. i have energy at work, then as soon as i get home it all hits me at once. and time just goes by so darn fast.
Last week jason bedford got home from his mission. this week tyler broadhead got home....these guys are all my age....! it's been strange seeing how much everyone's changed from the mission too. gosh time goes by fast these days. yesterday shawna mackay got married......and on and on.
I'm thinking about looking into school again. for my master's. i don't quite have enough money saved yet, but i keep hearing the sooner the better. the longer i wait....the harder it will get.
Then maybe a mission....still have a couple to few years for that though.
I am grateful for this season.
Especially the beautiful weather and how little blessings have carried me each day.
The past week was tough.
Unfortunately i got myself in the middle of a huge situation early on in the week. and it kinda dampened my spirits the remainder of the week to the point where i just doubted my own judgement and ability to handle situations with patients.
To be brief, i had to see a young black person who the nurses wanted to get OUT of the hospital....and quick. so he was mad and felt he wasn't ready to go home. he called patient advocate a couple times. it was a huge deal. but then i went in to see him. he was a whiner from the start. my patience is thin for whiners anyways, but i had to stay professional. the dad showed up. the patient was yelling and half-faking all the pain he was in. the dad yelled. they both cursed the living daylights out of me. i should've just left, but the patient was half off the bed....i couldn't leave him like that. i should have though. security was called. five security officers showed up. the screaming and yelling and verbal abuse could be heard down the whole wing. needless to say, i was so upset after this confrontation. they were wrong about, well, everything. after staying far too long, i left.
The good thing was....i wasn't alone. i was in the room with a physical therapist assistant. or else i probably would've lost my cool.
But still, we went to the nurses station to cool down and try and laugh it off. but i was flustered.
Later, the charge nurse and social worker approached me and asked....no, begged.....me to come back into that room and try working with him one. more. time. he just needed to be able to transfer to a wheelchair then they'd send him home. so i went back in.
The good thing is, a physical therapist saw the CN and SW approach me, and after hearing about the commotion of just an hour or so earlier, decided to come and lead the treatment so i didn't have to be alone. he's a tall asian guy with a long ponytail. he didn't even have that patient on his caseload. but he came in....to protect me. it meant a lot to me. but later he chastised me and said, "next time you're in this type of situation, just say no. i'm offended that they'd ask you to go back in there after what you went through earlier."
First of all...he was right. i just have a hard time saying "no" to people.
Second of all.....next time??? apparently i didn't know what i was getting into when i took this job. i must be naiive....or give people the benefit of a doubt.....or too good-hearted to expect it.
That's another thing that came up this week....
"Tiffany, you work too hard."
""Tiffany, you have a heart like this [hold up hands to form a large circle]."
"Tiffany, if a patient refuses therapy the first time, just leave." ....i usually spend too much time trying to persuade them to participate in therapy....then later:
"*shaking of the head because i went out of my way to accomodate a patient*"
"Tiffany, did you at least take your break yet?...." most of the time....no. but at least i did that time. haha
So apparently, i work too hard.
I just want to be good at what i do. but i feel like i'm doing something wrong. like there's some secret ingredient that everyone else knows about, but not me.
So this week, i'm especially grateful for my mom, who has been there to hear me vent out my frustrations as they come. especially after picking me up one day from work --the first day in my short career i came home sobbing....and who brought home sheet music from that sunday thinking of me, with the lyrics that sing of gratitude.......For His many gifts which carry me each day.....
I am grateful for the weather, i'm grateful for my family, i am grateful for comfort and peace Heavenly Father sends me, i'm grateful for people/other therapists who take care and look out for me, i'm grateful i don't have to spend thanksgiving alone like i originally thought.
I'm grateful that i enjoy my job the majority of the time. i'm grateful that there's so much yet that i can learn about myself and about other people while i'm there. i really feel like that's a huge reason i took this job....because i know it will help my approach and interaction with people for what Heavenly Father wants me to do in my future.
I'm grateful for great sacrament meetings and the words of an inspired stake president.
I'm grateful that i am so happy ALL of the time. i really am. i usually handle stress pretty well....it was just that one day i almost, well i guess i did, lost it.
I'm grateful that for the most part, people like me okay...at least at work and at church.
I'm grateful i know that Heavenly Father is preparing someone for me to marry one day. it's a huge source of comfort that i'm putting everything in His hands, and not my own.
And most of all,
I am grateful that i am never alone. prayer.
Monday, November 5, 2012
1 year old
9:34pm
1 year ago,
Emma was born.
I totally just stared down the clock to 9:34pm, so i could post at the exact right time.....
Emma is a miracle baby.
Fuzzy and soft things make her laugh. she opens her mouth to try to give kisses. she speaks some random alien language (not even kidding). she will sit in the car for hours at a time if she has to..so contently. she dances like no tomorrow when music comes on. her hugs are getting more and more cuddly. she's totally turning into a human being.
I am so in love with emma!
........who is now ONE.
I don't talk about her enough..........:) :) :) :) :) :) :)
1 year ago,
Emma was born.
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| nov 3rd. totally anticipating emma's birth the next day |
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| emma lee pruitt, born nov 5th |
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| THE awesome parents...birthday party nov 3rd |
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| holding emma for the first time |
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| i wore the same shirt for her 1st birthday :) |
I totally just stared down the clock to 9:34pm, so i could post at the exact right time.....
Emma is a miracle baby.
Fuzzy and soft things make her laugh. she opens her mouth to try to give kisses. she speaks some random alien language (not even kidding). she will sit in the car for hours at a time if she has to..so contently. she dances like no tomorrow when music comes on. her hugs are getting more and more cuddly. she's totally turning into a human being.
I am so in love with emma!
........who is now ONE.
I don't talk about her enough..........:) :) :) :) :) :) :)
Saturday, November 3, 2012
linda & cindy
I'm sure the suspense of waiting was torturous for you. that's how excited you must be to get this recognition. haha
But FINALLY! i shall endow you with the 11 questions of the beforementioned liebster award. so if you'd like to participate (& ari, if you'd like as well silly girl), then here you areee!!!:
1) We'll start easy: ritz crackers or saltines?
2) Your favorite place to be/relax/hang out?
3) If you could learn any other language, what would it be?
4) Favorite foreign dish or food?
5) If you could purchase anything right now, what would you get?
6) How do you feel about no-shave november?...i'm curious to know.
7) What is the most important thing to you?
8) Do you doodle when you are in meetings? what do you like to doodle?
9) What is your favorite childhood show or movie?
10) Any awesome memories you'd like to share? [when i say that, what's the 1st thought that comes to mind?]
11) Which population do you have more fun with...kids or adults? generally speaking....
BONUS questions:
1) What's the nastiest smell you've ever smelled?
2) If you were forced to step in something mushy, what would it be?
3) What's your favorite instrument?
4) If you were hit by a car, how would the story go? did you die? i hope not! then you wouldn't be around to answer number 5!
5) If you survived the car incident, i'm dying to know, do you prefer shorts or pants?
If you made it this far, you are my favorite. don't tell the others.
I'm looking forward to hearing what you have to say!
COME ONE, COME ALL. anyone can answer! the bonus questions are for pickers and choosers. no need to answer them all. i just got a little carried away. typical.
Therefore, even my short posts turn long.
Here's my answers to my own questions:
1 [i get addicted to both once i start on it. saltines make me thirsty. so ritz]
2 [as long as i can lean my head against something and have a soft warm blanket....]
3 [mine would be well, spanish of course...but i'm getting there on that one. so tagalog. VERY handy in the hospital! ...so i'd be set!]
4 [i eat it all. no shame there. i'm a survivor]
5 [an ocarina]
6 [are we only limited to november here people? just kidding. i shave or don't shave as i see fit. maybe i will do it this year. i need to buy more tights/leggings. i only have one]
7 [i said this before. it's my memory, remember:p]
8 [it's takes a nudge to get me started. but then sure why not. i doodle crazy decorated lines and imaginary characters with intricate stories behind their lives]
9 [dang tiffany. really? how abouuuut....pappyland]
10 [when my sisters and i would turn our bunkbed into a fort & played house. we'd pretend smarties were pills we'd have to take every 5-minute long day. or when we tied a big blanket to the bunk to make a cradle-thing and called it "the honeymoon" --no idea why--......when you ask that, tiffany, my first thought was...dang, you wanna make me think? these types of questions are exhausting. haha. but now that i did it, you should too;)]
11 [kids. ages newborn - 6 years. people my age and adults are just too hard to please sometimes. that's when they get all opinionated and stuff. but i have fun with all ages. i'm a hippie pretty much]
Thursday, November 1, 2012
R.R.A.T.
Maybe i spoke a little too soon.....tis what usually happens....then things get all jinxed up.
I blabbered all about how i'm getting better at my job.
Then today.
Rene and i (she's the other cota like me) were working together, helping a patient change his gown at the edge of the bed. rene had him from behind, i treated him from the front.
Then he said, "i'm tired."
I thought he was being manipulative, so i pushed him to continue...."we're almost done. once you get your gown on you can lay back down...just get your arm through this hole....."
Then his eyes rolled back. then he gazed straight ahead. his lips turned white. he got a little clammy. i was the only one who could see his facial expression change. i called, "[his name]! can you hear me? [his name]! are you ok?"
Unresponsive.
I directed rene to lay him back down together quickly. we scooted him up in bed. the student nurse and her instructor were close enough to realize something was going on and called for help.
R.R.A.T. came.....rapid response assessment team -- the emergency team.
The room got crowded. me and rene stayed by the patient. i got a damp cloth on his head, she calmly spoke to him & kept telling him to keep his eyes open. he was responsive again at this point.
The room was filled with people. checking his vitals, heart rate, O2 sats...
I could feel heat literally emanating from my body and face. i was in action mode.
They pulled a respiration mask over his face, turned up the oxygen full blast.
While everything was going on. rene and i answered some questions here and there for the team, but mostly just stayed with the patient, talking to him....and again "keep your eyes open [name]"
The patient began crying. all i could see were tears rolling down the side of his face. "what happened?" he exhaustedly muttered to rene through the oxygen mask. he couldn't remember what happened.
We stayed with him for a long while. when rene & i decided to finally walk out and leave the team to finish up, the patient lifted his hand and waved a "thank you" goodbye to me and rene. rene didn't see. but i did.
It broke my heart.
I'm glad that we were there when it happened, and that we were able to react quickly and calmly. this is the first time i've been involved in something so serious. it definitely got me thinking about the whole situation --- how it could have been avoided, how it happened, how we reacted, how it could've been worse...
I think i may have pushed him too hard. i think part of it was my fault. the patient did tell us at the beginning that he had a fever last night, but his temperature was normal today. his feet were cold. he did work hard during treatment....i should've listened when he said he wanted to lay back down, but i asked him to push just a little bit longer.
I feel so bad. i tried to face the fact right away that it could've been partially my fault. i can be an emotional rock sometimes, so instead of putting myself in guilt mode i just put myself in learning-from-this-experience mode.
But it because he's okay, that i'm okay. i was just a little consumed for about 30 minutes after we left by the whole experience. but i was normal again after that.
Breathe.
Good thing i was in an ideal situation. i wasn't alone. rene was there to help. the nursing student and nurse were close by to call for help.
But in the future, things might not be so easy.
I hope i can handle it. i think i can.
I just don't EVER want to be the cause of the problem. i never want to endanger a patient because of a bad decision I made. ever.
So maybe i'm not so hot at my job. i still have so much to learn.
But i think for what happened, we handled it well.
Thanks rene.
I blabbered all about how i'm getting better at my job.
Then today.
Rene and i (she's the other cota like me) were working together, helping a patient change his gown at the edge of the bed. rene had him from behind, i treated him from the front.
Then he said, "i'm tired."
I thought he was being manipulative, so i pushed him to continue...."we're almost done. once you get your gown on you can lay back down...just get your arm through this hole....."
Then his eyes rolled back. then he gazed straight ahead. his lips turned white. he got a little clammy. i was the only one who could see his facial expression change. i called, "[his name]! can you hear me? [his name]! are you ok?"
Unresponsive.
I directed rene to lay him back down together quickly. we scooted him up in bed. the student nurse and her instructor were close enough to realize something was going on and called for help.
R.R.A.T. came.....rapid response assessment team -- the emergency team.
The room got crowded. me and rene stayed by the patient. i got a damp cloth on his head, she calmly spoke to him & kept telling him to keep his eyes open. he was responsive again at this point.
The room was filled with people. checking his vitals, heart rate, O2 sats...
I could feel heat literally emanating from my body and face. i was in action mode.
They pulled a respiration mask over his face, turned up the oxygen full blast.
While everything was going on. rene and i answered some questions here and there for the team, but mostly just stayed with the patient, talking to him....and again "keep your eyes open [name]"
The patient began crying. all i could see were tears rolling down the side of his face. "what happened?" he exhaustedly muttered to rene through the oxygen mask. he couldn't remember what happened.
We stayed with him for a long while. when rene & i decided to finally walk out and leave the team to finish up, the patient lifted his hand and waved a "thank you" goodbye to me and rene. rene didn't see. but i did.
It broke my heart.
I'm glad that we were there when it happened, and that we were able to react quickly and calmly. this is the first time i've been involved in something so serious. it definitely got me thinking about the whole situation --- how it could have been avoided, how it happened, how we reacted, how it could've been worse...
I think i may have pushed him too hard. i think part of it was my fault. the patient did tell us at the beginning that he had a fever last night, but his temperature was normal today. his feet were cold. he did work hard during treatment....i should've listened when he said he wanted to lay back down, but i asked him to push just a little bit longer.
I feel so bad. i tried to face the fact right away that it could've been partially my fault. i can be an emotional rock sometimes, so instead of putting myself in guilt mode i just put myself in learning-from-this-experience mode.
But it because he's okay, that i'm okay. i was just a little consumed for about 30 minutes after we left by the whole experience. but i was normal again after that.
Breathe.
Good thing i was in an ideal situation. i wasn't alone. rene was there to help. the nursing student and nurse were close by to call for help.
But in the future, things might not be so easy.
I hope i can handle it. i think i can.
I just don't EVER want to be the cause of the problem. i never want to endanger a patient because of a bad decision I made. ever.
So maybe i'm not so hot at my job. i still have so much to learn.
But i think for what happened, we handled it well.
Thanks rene.
Tuesday, October 30, 2012
belen, she's a babe
My cousin belen came to visit last week. unfortunately, i had to work most of the 2 days she was here. i came home from work thursday & she was already sitting there all cute and stuff on the living room couch. emma greeted me at the door because amy was over. so i squealed a little hello to emma first, then walked over to give belen a *huge* hug, obviously warning her with the professed broken-spanish disclaimer "i just came home from work so i probably smell bad".
I decided belen is part of the family....well, of course. but remember, she was practically a stranger to me. we'd only met once when i was 6 and she was 14. and trying to keep in touch in two separate countries, with a hovering language barrier should've made us strangers, right?
But she felt like my sister when she was here. she has a cute laugh --she laughs all the time-- very cute demeanor about her too. we had some great conversations. perhaps it was more chit-chat rather than really getting-to-know-about-your-life conversations, but we both understood that's the best we could do with words with my conversational spanish and her severely limited english.
But i think our behaviors and actions were able to communicate where words were lacking. every time we looked at each other, we had big genuine smiles on. there's something about the latino culture that can make any stranger seem familiar to you...like you've always been friends. in this case, more like sisters.
Thursday night we went to institutes. ---oh, and by the way, she knows OF the church, but her family is not active. the church is hard to stay in tune with in italy. so this was good that she went.--.
Friday while i was at work, they carved pumpkins. when i got home, we went to the pumpkin patch, then to the strip (duh! that's where us vegans hang out, right?;)).
*Sidenote* emma is walking now. it's new. it started probably only last week, which is why my whole family is gahh-ing over it/her right now. well. at least we're more obvious about our gahh-ing than before.
The good thing is....belen will be staying in the united states longer than she planned!!!! she's trying to get into school at the university of utah, but in order to increase her chances of getting accepted, she needs to stay in the united states. so her 16-day trip has turned into a 4-month trip. the good thing is she has family in utah, california, [las vegas!], north carolina, and hawaii (which currently has $99 flights to/from vegas to honolulu no less!). so i'll get to see her more in the next few months that she's here....until she finds out whether or not the school will accept her.
She's not worried about the minimal luggage she brought with her, or the lack of planning for such a big change of plans......what she IS nervous about is how things will go with the school. i don't blame her.
So yes. BELEN. love her. i decided i'm going to go back to school to minor in spanish. i wanna be able to communicate with my family just a little bit better. i think that'd be nice. [all the spanish-speaking practice i'm getting at umc is helpful though. my verbal spanish has gotten way better since being there.]
Are families great or what?
I decided belen is part of the family....well, of course. but remember, she was practically a stranger to me. we'd only met once when i was 6 and she was 14. and trying to keep in touch in two separate countries, with a hovering language barrier should've made us strangers, right?
But she felt like my sister when she was here. she has a cute laugh --she laughs all the time-- very cute demeanor about her too. we had some great conversations. perhaps it was more chit-chat rather than really getting-to-know-about-your-life conversations, but we both understood that's the best we could do with words with my conversational spanish and her severely limited english.
But i think our behaviors and actions were able to communicate where words were lacking. every time we looked at each other, we had big genuine smiles on. there's something about the latino culture that can make any stranger seem familiar to you...like you've always been friends. in this case, more like sisters.
Thursday night we went to institutes. ---oh, and by the way, she knows OF the church, but her family is not active. the church is hard to stay in tune with in italy. so this was good that she went.--.
Friday while i was at work, they carved pumpkins. when i got home, we went to the pumpkin patch, then to the strip (duh! that's where us vegans hang out, right?;)).
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| paparazzi family. |
*Sidenote* emma is walking now. it's new. it started probably only last week, which is why my whole family is gahh-ing over it/her right now. well. at least we're more obvious about our gahh-ing than before.
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| strawberries at the bellagio |
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| this is the most expensive strawberry i've ever eaten...$3.75 |
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| she was like this off & on for 10 minutes. we had to drive 20 mph. the other cars on the strip had to drive around us. belen got some good pictures of the strip from it!! haha isn't that what sunroof's are for??? :P |
The good thing is....belen will be staying in the united states longer than she planned!!!! she's trying to get into school at the university of utah, but in order to increase her chances of getting accepted, she needs to stay in the united states. so her 16-day trip has turned into a 4-month trip. the good thing is she has family in utah, california, [las vegas!], north carolina, and hawaii (which currently has $99 flights to/from vegas to honolulu no less!). so i'll get to see her more in the next few months that she's here....until she finds out whether or not the school will accept her.
She's not worried about the minimal luggage she brought with her, or the lack of planning for such a big change of plans......what she IS nervous about is how things will go with the school. i don't blame her.
So yes. BELEN. love her. i decided i'm going to go back to school to minor in spanish. i wanna be able to communicate with my family just a little bit better. i think that'd be nice. [all the spanish-speaking practice i'm getting at umc is helpful though. my verbal spanish has gotten way better since being there.]
Are families great or what?
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