I'm so Proud!!

Hello friends. I've been away from regular computer access (not that you could tell because my posts are so infrequent), but I had to take a minute to give a shout out to great husband Troy. He's a golfing stud. Second place in a Green River tourney two weeks ago, tied for first in Nephi and another strong showing in Richy on Saturday. He's on fire. (if only he got actual cash to spend on me instead of credit at the pro shops!)

My second shoutout goes to my sister Sarah, or should I say the new 2nd attendant to Miss Richfield. She competed in her first pageant on Saturday and did really well. Certainly the best of the singers. Anyway, we're really proud of her. Pictures to follow.

Mini Vent

What is the deal with the internet today, Verizon? How am I supposed to get mega-late Mother's and Father's day gifts when the connection goes off and on, off and on? Pick up the pace, will you?

No Worse for the Wear

Well, my nose is all better. It was tender for another week or two, but I don't think it got any bigger, so I'll count my blessings. Not much going on . . . working and counting the days until we go to Utah (nine if anyone is playing along). Mom had her first radiation treatment today and it went okay. One down, 16 to go. I can only say that while I'm with her in SLC for two weeks a couple newlyweds had better come visit me. Actually, if Salt Lake is a stretch, you could always come to Richy. Say, maybe for the evening of June 21? I'm bringing yummy mexican meat . . .

A little more funny each time I tell it

Okay, although this is slightly embarrassing, I'll share it with all of you in hopes of brightening your day.

Last night I was walking through my living room in the dark. I do this nearly nightly because the light switch is not in a convenient place. Anyway, I had reached the end of the room and was headed into the hallway. Or so I thought. I walked right into the wall. Yep, full stride with a solid crack as my face hit sheetrock. And I was wearing glasses so the bridge piece (or whatever it's called) and nose pieces jabbed right into my nose. It hurt so bad! I didn't tell Troy about it for a while (I was kind of embarrassed), but as I was falling asleep my face hurt so bad I had to tell him about it. Now I have a red bruise on the bridge of my nose. People probably just think I have some kind of weird skin condition, but it will be really hard to explain once it turns purple. Oh, poor me. However, I am happy to report that there are no signs of my clusminess on my forehead.


The bruise doesn't show up too well in the pic, but I assure you it hurts. Even when I don't touch it, I can feel my boo-boo. :) Oh well, I already have the Curtis bump, what's a little more, right?

Three Days of School!

First of all, I am very happy that David Cook won American Idol. Sorry to all my Utah pals, but Archy was a little to adult contemp for me. Rock on (right, like I'm a rocker).

Anyway, school is winding down, which means Troy is counting the days until his 3 months of almost zero responsibility and I am getting big muslces from lifting and moving all the textbooks pouring into the library. I like to be busy, so it's okay.

It's been kind of a weird week. We found out a couple weeks ago that my mom's cancer isn't as gone as they thought it was. Now the doctors are trying to figure out the best treatment. I'm still sure she'll be okay, but it's frustrating that we thought she was in the clear just to learn there's more to come. Bummer. All this craziness with my mom makes me miss Carrie, too. It's weird how things just come up that make me think of and miss her.

Twice in Less Than Two Weeks

That's right, I'm on a roll. Time for a little Peterson update. Nothing's changed. Ha ha. Not really. I don't know if I posted this or not, but in January I was called to be the Young Womens' camp director for our ward, so I was all excited for that and gung-ho (I guess that's a way to describe it). I still had a primary class to teach, but it was certainly managable. Then a few weeks ago they called a new primary presidency and, no I'm not the prez (thank goodness), but I'm the secretary. Yep, still doing girls camp, so I'm a little overwhelmed. I'm way psyched about primary, so I'm losing a little focus from camp. Oops. I better get back on that. I have about 6 weeks to get everything together. Fortunately the young womens presidency is awesome and they carry a LOT of the load.

My mom is doing well. After six chemo treatments the tumor was long gone and she's been recouping for the last month-ish. Next week she has a few more scans to make sure the cancer isn't anywhere else and then they'll decide what needs to happen to make sure her heart is recovering like it needs to.

In March our friends Morgan and Jessica invited us to Phoenix to watch an NCAA Elite 8 game from his company's luxury box. It was mega fun and Troy's sure he can never go back to the cheap seats.

Troy looks a little goofy, but I promise he was excited.

Troy's just a worker. Golf season just finished (he was JV coach) and he's looking forward to being head boy's b-ball coach next year. He already has a game scheduled in Richy! That will be kinda funny. Our team with one or two white kids will step off the bus and then the Sevier County teams will kill them. Should be entertaining (I'll be torn over which team to cheer for). Sometimes Troy and I have contests over who's high school song is better and I always win because I sing better, Richfield's is longer than PVs and I get to spell in may song so there's no beating that. :)

One Blythe story--the other day I was watching TV when I heard this long rumble outside. "What the . . ." I thought. It sounded like thunder, but it's May in the desert and storms don't just pop up. But then it came again and sure enough it was thunder. Outside there were a few drops of rain on the sidewalk. Enticed by the smell of rain, I decided to go check the mail. There were a bunch of kids and and a family lined up on the sidewalk with umbrellas (even though there were only about 5 raindrops) watching the storm come in from the west. Everyone in the complex had their doors open to let the rain smell in. All in all there wasn't much to the storm, but it was a nice change.

I took this as the storm was clearing. Stupid power/phone lines ruining my pictures.

Wedding Pics

I know I haven't posted in FOREVER and I've been just as bad at checking every else's blogs, but I promise I'll try to get back on the wagon. Anyway, my brother got married yesterday to one of the greatest girls ever--welcome Lindsay! Here are some pics my dad took. People are rarely looking at the camera because my dad was shadowing the real photographer a lot of the time, but there are some really cute ones so here's a sampling. Enjoy!

Lindsay with her triplet sisters and Jason with the groomsmen

Linsday's dad during the family roast/tribute (I'm pretty sure this was at a roast moment) and Lindsay's family. I'm sure the photographer got a better shot!