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Ainsley learned a new skill from Aunt Suey: planking
summer, I don’t love the cold of the winter. But fall is just delightful because I can wear cardigans all I want, and still wear a skirt! Also, who doesn’t love the leaves? I get to sit by a window and look out all day, and it’s wonderful. The other night I was with my bud Jennie at Market Street Grill for some lame Enfamil dinner (no, it wasn’t a dinner comprised of Enfamil, just a presentation about it), and I looked out the window and it was so beautiful. I wanted to get a picture, but alas I have no smart phone. The trees were that awesome half green half red, the mountains were in the distance, it was magical. And it means cozy holidays are coming like Thanksgiving and Christmas. I mean, honestly, find me a better time of the year.
Halloween? It’s getting to be a much bigger deal than I remember as a kid. So many decorations, so many parties, it’s a whirl. This year it’s been a very expensive whirl, I’ve had to make stuff for work, church, and friend parties. But tis the season, yes? This year my pal Jen P and I are going as hobbits. Since I started this blog after college, I have never mentioned that I have, in fact, dressed up as a hobbit twice before. Once for Halloween my friend Tracee and I did the whole sha-bang, gluing hair on our feet and everything. The second time I dressed up it was for something else, which is not important to mention here, but did not want to spend the 2 hours gluing doll hair to my feet. Not worth it. But for this year’s Los Halloween extravaganza, I’m biting the bullet and doing it again, should be fun.
She is 16 years old, and it shows. She’s got ringworm looking splotches, one missing hubcap, and a cracked taillight. Unfortunately, that is only her cosmetic problems. In the last few weeks she: started smoking under her hood and had to have some radiator tubes replaced, got two new tires put on, got a new battery, got a new water pump, and stopped shifting into next gear. I have had to go behind her back and start looking for new cars. And unfortunately again, my parents won’t spring for a new one. So this one is all me. Growing up again. And then just this morning she got grape juice spilled all over her backseat. Tragic.
sweet Aunt Suey. And the little Ainsley-bug constantly amazes me with how grown up she is. However, she seems even more disinterested in me. She'll have Suey-jags where we play together a lot, and other times where she can’t
be bothered. But with 4 adults vying for her attention, I’m sure it’s a lot to handle. But Chicago is always fun. We went to a cool science and industry museum where we got to go aboard this U-5234897235, or something like that. It was a u-boat they sank in WWII that has been preserved and is fully intact in the museum. Made me want to watch a sub movie, but not that I’m home, I’m thinking not. We also went to the Navy Pier, and the restaurant owned by everyone’s favorite cheesy Mexican PBS food show host Rick Bayless. It was called Xoco, and I got a sandwich that was pretty good. Not exactly sure what was in it, but you could tell the restaurant was owned by someone who is semi-famous. Big long line, layout is a bit pretentious, etc. But food is good, so you deal with it. I have never been more ready to not come home.
d there on weekends. Last night Jennie, Jenessa, Hannah, and I had a soup and cornbread party and carved pumpkins. Jennie’s was pretty pro, she put a picture on her blog which I’ve linked to, so check it out. I forgot mine that I bought four days ago for the occasion. So sad. And I brought grape juice and dry ice for a witches brew. That may or may not be how poor Jane got stained this morning….
And might I say that I did walk the whole way, not wobble, not teeter, not trip. So, double bonus!
Then I took A MILLION pictures with my classmates, meaning I am now tagged in dozens of identical pictures on facebook. And to honor me and my mastering of nutrition knowledge, we went and had sushi with just my immediate fam. Nothing better than telling people to not eat deep fried food and then going and getting some tempura sushi. Ahh, hypocrisy!
One girl took it after 2 weeks, so it was just me and Jennie for the rest. She took it soon after we finished because she had a job lined up. Not me, no job here. I'm going to note here once and only once that I still do not have a job (other than my tech job at PCMC), and I am working on it. So, until further notice, assume I do not have one. This is not an attempt to sound bitter, only an illustration of my frustration of the lack of jobs available right now. Anyhow, so I actually scheduled a date, July 7th, but only told my immediate family. I kept straight out lying to most people when they would ask if I had set a date. I would do the whole "Oh yeah, when I'm ready" thing, or "Well, it needs to be done before my family comes into town...." I did this for two fold reasons 1) I was already super stressing out about this, so I didn't want added pressure of friends and co workers; and 2) I didn't want to not pass and then have to tell everyone. How embarrassing (and cowardly too I suppose). Anyhow, I studied and studied, and...... I PASSED!! I feel wonderfully relieved, however, like I mentioned, still no job.... But either way, I passed and I'm officially a Registered Dietitian!!! Yay! Since that day I have taken lots of naps and read lots of books.
able to do anything because I'm busy, so I searched my local venues for any fun upcoming concerts. Apparently this summer is also the season for adult contemporary concerts. My friend and I have already seen Richard Marx (who is actually pretty impressive) and have tickets for Kenny Loggins. It would be more pathetic if I didn't have tickets to more age appropriate bands, but I'm going to be honest. I do love me some adult contemporary, soft rock action. The crowds at these concerts are pretty funny though. At Richard Marx my friend Avery and I sat in front of two women wearing matching Snuggies... I laughed at first, but then felt the green tang of jealously when I started freezing in my denim shorts/denim jacket early 90's combo I wore for the occasion.
"not lame" concerts in ol P-town. It was part of the Rooftop Concert Series. This sounds neat, but replace rooftop with "Top of Parking Structure near Sammy's." My old BYU bud Christa (holla for Christers if she's reading this) invited me to go with her and her little sister (shout out to Emily if Christa forwarded this to her). They got there early to save seats, which turned out to be important because it was super crowded. We had to listen to some pretty crappy folk music for awhile, but I filled the time catching up with Christers and getting to know her sister, who I have declared as pretty cool due to the fact that she also likes Springsteen. It's an automatic qualifier. Then the real magic began. A bunch of local artists came together and formed a backing band with rotating lead singers to sing the entire Abbey Road album. It was pretty impressive and there were random fireworks throughout. They did an encore of Hey Jude (even though it isn't on the Abbey Road album) and everyone was on their feet singing and having an awesome time. It's times like these you realize how influential the Beatles are. But I'll stop there.... 
I worry that if I even start talking about how amazing Harry Potter is, specifically this last movie, will set me on a large digression. You can read my previous posts to fully understand how much I love it, but just know the last movie did live up to the epic hype, and I'm super bummed it's over!!
t would. I was working 4-5 days a week at Primary's over break because some people were out of town (which was good, I needed the $$). So after I was done at 2, I would head to the nutrition lab on campus and work on my stats until 5ish. I did this most days over Christmas break. Just sitting there in the empty building with my new waffle maker (a Christmas gift from Primary Childrens), typing away (not actually cooking waffles). I was hoping to get my first thesis draft done over Christmas break as well, but unfortunately I was not as well versed in the stats program as I would have liked to be. Meaning, it took me much longer than I thought it would. So around January I started thinking: Susan, get on this.
on instead of August like we are scheduled to), I needed to defend my thesis by mid-March so I could turn it in for format approval also mid-March. Here is my where ultimate organizational skills came into play. I created a week by week, sometimes day by day, schedule for the next 2+ months to deal with everything coming at me (there were several other projects going on at the same time). As I was coming up to March 15 (the Ides of March, not intentional), I was truly flying by the seat of my pants trying to get everything ready and done on time and in order.
The Friday before I had to do a pseudo- presentation of my data for the research team. After I left that meeting, I was in a constant state of nausea right up until the next Tuesday (15th). I was truly and honestly, not joking, concerned about throwing up in front of everyone. I had almost thrown up during another big presentation the year before, so I was planning on bringing a bag with me. However, as my dad always says, everything ended up turning out fine. I had over-prepared, practice my presentation so many times I was actually bored giving it again, and my committee is so sweet and nice (and also heard the presentation before), that I didn't get many questions. And then it was over. What I had been working towards the last year and a half was suddenly over. It was accepted, I turned it in the next day, and I'm just waiting for the final approval any day now. I do have some poster presentations coming up, but honestly if I never talk about this project again, it will be too soon. I learned a lot, but I will never do research again!
blog I mentioned that I was going to the Diabetes Center for a few months, and was curious about how my relationship with my fiesty preceptor would be. Turns out, she is pretty fiesty, but we have gotten on really well. I actually went and watched a roller derby match (which I may add is not nearly as exciting or violent as you would think). And I have really loved the counseling there. My preceptor is of the mind that you don't learn unless you just do it. So within my first few days, she was having me do parts of the education. And within a few weeks I was doing consults by myself. I have learned so much, and the best part is I feel very comfortable
talking to people I've never met before. If you knew my as a child (or actually really at any point), you know how shy I can be. So going into a profession where you do a lot of counseling maybe wasn't a good idea. I've never really known what to say to people I've just met, but this internship has really gotten me to come out of my shell. I have two more days next week, then I'm done. And I'm actually going to miss it, oddly enough! Maybe that's a sign I'm ready for a real, grown-up job. Let's hope so....
I am scheduled to become an aunt to a new boy or girl come April 1st. Beth and Thomas are having another little bundle of joy (gender TBA) around that time. So I must be ready to shower this babe with the same amount of love (not money, still don't have any) I gave the Ainsley-bug. And may I say that Ainsley is even more hilarious/stubborn/girly than before, which brings me just endless joy. Anyhow, I'm thinking a new blog post could be coming not too far away, or in quite a while. Either one.
The study actually ended in June. However, since I did not do one lick of organizing on this monster of a intervention, I am at the mercy of those that did. The downside to this is I still have to run the tests on the data. This is something that I had talked about in a very general, theoretical sort of way. But apparently this is the real deal, and I actually have to do this stuff. And, as though it was a wonderfully early Christmas present, I will get the results just in time to do over Christmas/winter break. Happy Christmas Susan indeed! But, there is a silver lining, it will hopefully be done by February. That's the plan. The orginal plan, of course, was to have it done by now. But, what can you do?
internship in January. It is scheduled to be done during the summer semester, but I want outta here! After much thought, consideration, and eliminating where I absolutely did not want to go, I decided on the Utah Diabetes Center located in Reaseach Park. I am pretty excited about it because I don't really have any experience working with adults, which seems kind of important. Especially because there is only one children's hospital in this, and surrounding states. Plus, according to some awesome (and questionable) statistics, in 10 years everyone is going to have diabetes anyway, so I should probably learn how to do some education on the matter. One scary thing is that my preceptor is a roller derby gal (kind of intimidating) who insists that her interns
be able to inject themselves with saline (to be able to demonstrate to clients) and wear a saline pump. Say what now? Good thing I don't have a fear of needles! Just snakes.....and worms.
So the first 3/4 of the game were pretty depressing, the Utes were being real cool guys. However, it picked up at the end, the Utes showed their true colors and blocked the kick that would put BYU ahead and win. In this jubliant environment, my friend Jennie suggested (pulled me down the bleachers) to rush the field. I had never done this, and felt the time was right. Until I got to the end of the bleachers. Did everyone else know there was a 10 foot wall you had to drop down to get to the field? I sure didn't. So Jennie throws her legs over and gracefully jumps down. I am literally starting to shake with nerves because I noticed you jump onto concrete. But people are pushing behind me to get down, so I swing over, and try to throw myself far enough away from the wall to land on the grass. And SUCCESS, I landed on the grass. But BUMMER, I heard a loud pop in my ankle, then shooting pain.
I limped over to my sister and friends waiting outside the portal with Jennie, and gave a kind of "Whoops" shrug as I saw their faces light up with concern. I limped the 18 miles (or so it seemed) to the car, still playing it very cool. We ended up going to dinner as I continued to proclaim "No, it's fine, this happens all the time....." We ate at Cafe Rio where I tried to assess my ankle. It could not be done because I was wearing three layers of pants, and 2 pairs of socks. Plus the couple next to me seemed pretty grossed out with my taking my shoes and socks off in a restaurant. The nerve, huh? So Anne and I got dropped off at our house, and our friends came inside to hang out/make sure I was okay/eat stale Red Vines. We got my sock off and I was a little confused because I didn't remember anyone sewing an egg into the side of my ankle! Yeah, it was pretty bad. And Anne and I didn't have our (dad's) insurance card to go to the hospital, so we waited it out. Rachel, a dear girl I've known since birth, helped me ice and elevate my foot until my mom got home (Anne watched TV). We decided to wait until the next day to worry about it. However, I was scheduled to work the next morning at 6:30 am. So I texted Jennie, and lucky for me, her guilt persuaded her to take my shift!!
I was told to take a few days off, which I was only too happy to do. I got the next day off work, and spent the rest of the week louging about with my leg elevated and iced. I did have to go to school, but I made it a brisk visit. I am kind of embarassed to tell people what happened because 95% of people start laughing when I tell them what happened. The immense amounts of swelling have gone down, leaving only horrible bruising and strained muscles in my legs from having to walk funny. But it could have been MUCH worse. I could have broken it, broken something else, or lost the foot altogether. So really, a ruptured/torn ligament isn't that bad. And I've been getting incredible amounts of sympathy, which is very nice!
This exorbent amount of online time was spent catching up with fellow classmate, and good friend, Jennie who was at the Rose Park WIC interning. 
We don't just celebrate our nation's birthday, we celebrate our state's birthday, which apparently other states don't really do. And not just that, but we celebrate our individual cities!! I call it the month of 'Days'. You have Strawberry Days in PG, Steel Days somewhere else, Raspberry days in Bear Lake area, Freedom Days in Provo, and the best one of all Fiesta Days in Spanish Fork. Why, you wonder, do I feel such a connection with SF? Do I have loved ones that live there? No. Did I once live there? No. However, I was once invited to go to Spanish Days (dragged into it is actually the more
appropriate word) and I loved it! This year was now our third year. And by 'our' I mean me and Becky! The first year was Becks, Tyler, Dan, and I and it was the funnest ever! Becky and I won cool posters of Zac Efron and Kurt Cobain and we just celebrated Escalante and his dominance over the natives. The second year was just me and Becks, but we won kind of cool pictures, and then came home and cried watching Steel Magnolias.
After an hour, finally he came on!! He started off a little slow, he would play a Beatle song, then a Wings song, then a Paul McCartney song. No one around us was standing up either, which was a bummer. Luckily some really drunk girls behind us stood up, so I didn't feel so bad standing up too!! Eventually as it got darker, he started playing mostly Beatles stuff, and everyone was up and dancing. His best songs of the nights were Something (tribute to Harrison), Live and Let Die, and Hey Jude. He also played for like 3 hours, it was a great night! See HERE for a similar 'Something' performance.