I remember the day my papa bear turned 40.
Oh how 40 seemed so old. Do I look that old? I certainly don't feel it. I guess pictures never lie and they also tell a 1000 words.
10 March 2016
40 years
I remember the day my papa bear turned 40.
Oh how 40 seemed so old. Do I look that old? I certainly don't feel it. I guess pictures never lie and they also tell a 1000 words.
06 March 2016
Roller coaster week of emotions for Kiersten
Monday Kiersten got asked to prom by her friend Boy #1 in an unusual turn of events. He actually wanted to ask another girl and this girl was excited and waiting. Kiersten and Boy #1 even talked at lunch about how it would all go down. Then later Boy #1 handed Kiersten a note that said he was too chicken to ask her (Kiersten) face to face and would she go to prom with him.
Well this threw her for a loop because she was privy to a little information that Boy #2 was going to ask her, someone she's been hoping would.
Tuesday was the ACT test day for all juniors. She and Boy #1 went to lunch afterwards in celebration of it being over. Again, she tried to talk him into asking this other girl. In dropping him off at his car in the school parking lot, she accidentally backed into another car, causing some minor damage (bottom dent and scrape, not the top one).
Oops!
I was in Salt Lake and she was in the truck. A call home to dad was made, wondering what to do. He advised her to leave a note with her information on it and meanwhile he called dispatch and they decided to send an officer. Kiersten came home and picked him, and while they were waiting for the cop in front of the school, the little black car she hit drove by. So a chase was pursued (not really, but it sounds cool). They followed her to her house and ironed out all the nitty gritty.
Tyler made a few phone calls to auto body shops and meanwhile we're waiting to see what the final verdict is and hoping we don't have to go through the insurance.
As Kiersten is telling me all this, she also mentions how the ACT test kind of stunk, especially the science portion. The kids in my English class the next day backed her up. Nobody was happy with it. She's taken it once before and got an incredible score. Her counselor on Monday pretty much told her that it would be extremely hard to increase it by even a point. But a point is the difference between full tuition for 4 years at Utah State and half tuition at the same school.
The good news of the day was Boy #1 texted her to say he got brave and asked the other girl. Now Kiersten is dateless. And what a shame if she doesn't really get asked again.
Fast forward to Thursday.
Thursday night a knock came to our door. Ash and Alex were quick to respond, finding a canning jar of popcorn, a note on the doorstep, and someone in a hurry to get away.
As we're all investigating this gift left for Kiersten, a knock came to the door again. This time Boy #3 was at the door making sure he got the right house. So now she's got a second chance at prom. Boy #2 should know that all the cute girls are going to get asked and you don't want to be the slow one.
Grandpa Sharm gave her a tip on how to respond. It included Hot Tamales and Mike n' Ike's. She put one red Mike n' Ike in the box of Hot Tamales and said if he finds a sweet one, the answer is yes.
Kiersten basically has three groups of friends she likes to call family. The orchestra group that Boy #1 is apart of. The cross country group that Boy #3 belongs to. And her regular friend group that her other dance dates have come from. I think I just ended all those sentences with prepositions. Is rethinking and rewording even necessary at this point in my post?
I guess we're in the market for an orange prom dress (we've already got the orange sweatshirt). Keeping my fingers crossed that either we find one or find something that will be good enough.
What a week of up and down emotions.
Good things
working in my yard
temple nights
fitbit
Well this threw her for a loop because she was privy to a little information that Boy #2 was going to ask her, someone she's been hoping would.
Tuesday was the ACT test day for all juniors. She and Boy #1 went to lunch afterwards in celebration of it being over. Again, she tried to talk him into asking this other girl. In dropping him off at his car in the school parking lot, she accidentally backed into another car, causing some minor damage (bottom dent and scrape, not the top one).
Oops!
I was in Salt Lake and she was in the truck. A call home to dad was made, wondering what to do. He advised her to leave a note with her information on it and meanwhile he called dispatch and they decided to send an officer. Kiersten came home and picked him, and while they were waiting for the cop in front of the school, the little black car she hit drove by. So a chase was pursued (not really, but it sounds cool). They followed her to her house and ironed out all the nitty gritty.
Tyler made a few phone calls to auto body shops and meanwhile we're waiting to see what the final verdict is and hoping we don't have to go through the insurance.
As Kiersten is telling me all this, she also mentions how the ACT test kind of stunk, especially the science portion. The kids in my English class the next day backed her up. Nobody was happy with it. She's taken it once before and got an incredible score. Her counselor on Monday pretty much told her that it would be extremely hard to increase it by even a point. But a point is the difference between full tuition for 4 years at Utah State and half tuition at the same school.
The good news of the day was Boy #1 texted her to say he got brave and asked the other girl. Now Kiersten is dateless. And what a shame if she doesn't really get asked again.
Fast forward to Thursday.
Thursday night a knock came to our door. Ash and Alex were quick to respond, finding a canning jar of popcorn, a note on the doorstep, and someone in a hurry to get away.
As we're all investigating this gift left for Kiersten, a knock came to the door again. This time Boy #3 was at the door making sure he got the right house. So now she's got a second chance at prom. Boy #2 should know that all the cute girls are going to get asked and you don't want to be the slow one.
Grandpa Sharm gave her a tip on how to respond. It included Hot Tamales and Mike n' Ike's. She put one red Mike n' Ike in the box of Hot Tamales and said if he finds a sweet one, the answer is yes.
Kiersten basically has three groups of friends she likes to call family. The orchestra group that Boy #1 is apart of. The cross country group that Boy #3 belongs to. And her regular friend group that her other dance dates have come from. I think I just ended all those sentences with prepositions. Is rethinking and rewording even necessary at this point in my post?
I guess we're in the market for an orange prom dress (we've already got the orange sweatshirt). Keeping my fingers crossed that either we find one or find something that will be good enough.
What a week of up and down emotions.
Good things
working in my yard
temple nights
fitbit
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