School!

Well School started up again last week! I am currently taking 16 credits! :D I changed my major (yet again I know) I decided to heck with focusing on just math but to go to elementary education instead!
My classes consist of elementary age dance (I will get to go to elementary schools and teach the kids to dance there... I'm so excited!!), ASL (I LOVE this class so far. I decided to take it with a friend and there is a cute boy in my class! YAY!!), English 2010 (my teacher wasn't there the first day so I'm not sure how this class will be yet), Ethics & Values (this one is going to be hard... I have a feeling), US Economic History (this class was so boring I started day dreaming about an hour into it and it's a 2 and 1/2 hour class. It's going to be hard too), and last but not least... Institute (or the gospel and religions around the world, I'm so excited) Then by next Spring I will get to apply for the education program! I'm so excited!! Nothing is going to stop me now! :D (I hope)

My Bad Week!

So here is the story of my not so great end of 2008/ start of 2009! It started new years eve. A few weeks ago one of the girls I work with called me up and asked if I could cover for her. I told her that is fine and I got all the information I needed to take care of her patients. Once I got up into Salt Lake County I was so lost. I didn't know what street led which way, and couldn't figure out how I just turned on one street, then not very long after it's called something else. I got lost and was looking for one patient's home for close to an hour. It ended up taking me 9 hours to make 7 visits. When really it should have taken me no more then 7 hours.
Then new years eve night, we (Patch and I) had just gone down to pick up Jennifer to go to dinner with her. We went to good old Los Hermonos. Once we were done she says "I don't feel good, can you take me back to my grandma's?" I say sure, and we loaded back into my car, drove back to Springville, and took Jen back. On the way back home I heard a loud POP. So I looked in my rear view mirror to see if I could find out what it was. It looked like I had snow all over my back window, so I thought I had been hit with a snowball. Well when none of the snow moved Patch said "I think you should pull over, your window is broken." I pulled over and the entire back window was shattered. Corner to corner, edge to edge it had spider web shattered. After looking at it for a little while, neither of us could see any holes where something could have been thrown or shot through, or any starting point of where something could have hit and bounced off. Once I was almost in tears we got back into my car and drove back to my house. On the way every bump we hit more glass fell into my back seat, making me jump every time I heard it hit.
The very next day Patch and I break up. Something just didn't feel right between the two of us and I couldn't ignore my gut. We didn't get in a fight or an argument of any kind. I just knew that it had to be done. We both ended up in tears and it was just no good. It is still a little hard to talk about it and we are currently not talking, but I know we will both be ok.
Friday, I had to go back up to Salk Lake County to cover for the same girl again. Got a little lost along the way but not as bad as Wednesday. I was so sick of driving. I am glad this week is now over!
Ok so it wasn't an entire week of bad, just 3 days... but that is almost 50% so it counts...

Patch

So for anyone who has thought about trying to keep up with all the boys in my life, I have good news!! His name is Patrick (aka Patch) Roylance. He lives in Lindon (with his parents for the time being), went to PG High, drives a dodge, plays and writes songs on the guitar, he is the third of five kids in his family, and yes is taller then me even when I have heals on! He is 21, born on August 17, 1987 making him younger then Jes so she is ok with it. *haha*

We met for the first time up the canyon at Marc and my weekly fire. My friend Andrea brought up a group of frineds to the fire. I didn't really talk to any of them, and had my attention on other friends that came up. It wasn't until Andrea left with her friends that she started texting me and asked if she could give Patch my number. I told her to go ahead and he texted me through his entire movie night. We spent the rest of the weekend texting and getting to know each other. Once Monday came along I met him (again), and am really glad he came up to the fire that night.

Since then I have sent many texts to get to know him better. I have found that he has a great sense of humor, and keeps me laughing all day. He is fun to be around and always has a random 2 cents to pipe in. He has read the fantasy series I am reading right now and loved them as much as I do. His entire family is into music. His dad has a band he plays with sometimes, and teaches the theory of guitar playing. Him and his little brother are going to be playing guitars together this weekend for a recital thing, they are both looking forward to it. The rest of his family all are musicaly talented as well. He is very helpful with my diabetes. He makes me feel better about myself, and makes me want to continue to become a better me. Plus many other things that make him... well him.

Thanksgiving!

Have you ever slept through Thanksgiving dinner, then had to eat yours all by yourself? I wouldn't recomend it!

HER

This is in memory of HER!!

For about 14 years she wore a name tag loud and proud everywhere she went. No more does she wear this name tag we all remember and love. May we never forget HER, what she has been through, and where she started!! May she get always be remebered in some way! I plan on putting HER in the back window in some meaningful way. So that I can find it still. (Yes ever since I took HER nametag off I have lost HER or had a hard time remembering where she is parked or even walked passed forgetting that I am no longer looking for HER but am now looking for a Nissan Altima)

Halloween adventures

I guess you can say this Halloween was a new kind of adventure for me. I started the morning off at work like any usual day but was in my scrubs. It was something simple and easy I could put together in the 20min I had before I had to leave for work. After work of course came classes. After class I came home and with the amazing help of my dear mother became a Water Fairy. All of my makeup was hand painted by her. It turned out looking so amazing!! The best part of her amazing work of art is that it didn't take her very long to do at all!

I put on my Prom dress from my Jr. year and went out and got some wings from the Halloween store in the mall. They wings really are as big as they look. They are about 5 feet tall and about the same wide. It's a good thing they went over my head or they really would have been dragging on the ground all night Once I put it all together it was pretty fun. I went to a party with a friend and couldn't fit through any of the halls or door ways so needless to say they came off really early in the evening.

Once the first party got boring and everyone started leaving me and Karena changed into some street clothes and went to Utah lake for a fire (but by the time we got there it was only hot ashes) So our next adventure was down town Provo. Karen and I walked up and down a few streets, ran across busy roads, and got a lot of good laughs along the way. We then went to one of her guy friends house and stayed up talking in his front room until about 5 am. At this point I was just hoping I would be able to drive home. To tired to take off all the glitter makeup from the night I crashed as soon as I had my alarm set for the next morning.

7:00 am my alarm on my phone went of November first. After only getting an hour and a half of sleep the night before, I pulled myself out of bed, put some baggy clothes on and met Ambree in front of my house. We were being part of a Mock Disaster at Orem high. I was a victim of a burn. The makeup was amazing I think it looked so real. While during the practice I was put by a fake fire. (Kinda put one and one together I guess... I am burnt by a fire go figure hu) When they came to save me or do whatever to me no one wanted to put out the fire. So after a little while I got to be dramatic and pretend the fire was getting bigger... It was great fun!! When I got home Mom wouldn't let me sleep so I went all day on an hour and a half of sleep. Mom actually made me drink caffeine. I was a little more awake and I was really annoying but other then that I don't think it really did anything to me. It didn't even get me to my usual awake state of mind. That was my Halloween in a nutshell I guess.

Sky Diving!!!

What a rush!!!
Marc and I had planned to go back in April, but it was too cold so we just now got around to it! We set the date 2 weeks ahead and waiting for the day to come seemed like ages.
We took Mom's GPS, because neither of us had been to Tooele airport and we would rather be safe then sorry. Well it's a good thing we left early, the GPS was trying to take us onto the runway and not to where we were supposed to be. Thank goodness for cell phones, the Internet, and Moms right. Good news is we got unlost and was still about 5-10 min. early.
When we got there Marc and I were put in a room with 6 other people to watch a DVD as our training. It was kind of funny. It was saying that serious injury or death could occur, that there is no such thing as a perfect jump, perfect parachute, or a perfect instructor. I thought it was classic, we all just kind of joked about it while the DVD was talking about it. It also said that the 3 rules to diving is 1. Bellybutton 2. Breath 3. Banana: Meaning 1. When you jump your bellybutton should be the first thing out of the plane, so you are like arching your back to get out. 2. Breath through your teeth, there is to much pressure that if you don't breath through your teeth you can't get air. 3. When you are falling you make a banana sort of shape with your body while you fall. Head back, hands behind you head and your feet tucked back behind the person you're jumping with.
Once the DVD was over we filed out paperwork and waited about 45 min before it was finally our turn.
Once we got to the right area a guy walks up to me and asks if I am Lexie, I say yes and he says, I'm your instructor today. He holds up a harness and says "k put your right foot in here." Um yup you guessed it... Lexie had a blond moment and went to put her left foot where her right foot was supposed to go. So my instructor says "no, your other right foot. I don't think you want to go down facing me, I don't think my wife would approve of that." Needless to say I did not go down facing him.
After going over everything again we started our walk towards the plane. I think my instructor was a little excited to go because he led the entire group and was the first person to board the plane, making us the last ones to jump off.
On the ride up there was 11 men, and me. There was the pilot, the guy I was jumping with (Utah was his name or at least what they called him), Marc, the guy he was jumping with, 2 other guys that were jumping, the guys they were jumping with, their 2 camera men, and one solo jumper.
The whole ride up I wouldn't stop smiling!! So when Utah told me to just relax and be calm I told him I couldn't stop smiling. So one of the other instructors turned and looked at me and yelled stop smiling, and kinda laughed. so I yelled back that I couldn't. Then a few of the instructors kept yelling "Oh my gosh" and would grab us and try to make us jump. After the first time it didn't work on me any more. Once we were almost as high as we were going to go, I got completely strapped to my instructor, like I had to sit on his lap to get everything put together right we were that close. The door was opened and I watched all the men sitting in front of me all disappear out the door we had all entered less then 10 min earlier 2 and a half miles down.
I am now standing at the door. My toes are off the side of the plane, I hear a "ready" from behind me as I rock forward, "set" as I rock back. As I feel my body rocking forward again I think NO. But before the whole thought gets through my head I hear "GO!" and I am in the air. I go into my banana position best I can remember it. The wind in my face drys out my wide grinning mouth in a hurry. I scream with excitement but am falling to fast to even hear the words ring true to my ears. (I didn't forget to wish Bowen a happy birthday as I was falling though) 120 miles an hour slows down as the parachute is released and finally opened.
As the decent is slowed Utah told me to put my hand in where his where and I was then in controll of the parachute. It was way cool. While I was just looking out at what was below me, he started to loosen some of the straps on me, as he started loosening the one across my lower ribs he said "here you can have your boobs back now" in response I said "oh thank you, those might be a good thing to have" He kinda laughed and said "well at least you didn't fall out of the harness right?" Laughing in agreement I said "that is a very good point"
For the first about 10,000 feet I didn't feel like I was moving! The ground didn't seem to be getting any closer, I wasn't loosing sight of anything, and it just didn't seem real at all. The last 3,000 feet it started to seem more and more real. I could see things getting bigger, I couldn't see around me as far, and I realized it was almost over. It was so pretty to watch all of it, it was so thrilling to have that much wind in my face, it was crazy to think I was falling at a rate of 120 miles an hour, and it was peaceful to be away from the craziness of life. It is an experience that really can't be shared as a story, with words, but only in experiencing the adventure by yourself.
I can't wait to go again!