Driving in style??

On Wednesday, I got to drive this beast of a truck to work. It's a pretty obnoxious truck if you ask me. And I have never driven anything that large, so I had trouble sensing where I was on the road. It's a pretty wide load I felt like. I am used to driving Sam's and my car, the little Saturn Ion.


















So it is looking like I will get be in Provo in one week! I am excited. I was planning on going down on Saturday the 21, but I have to pick up the keys to the apartment and the office is closed on Saturdays, so I need to go down the day before, which is perfectly fine with me. The only sad part is that Sam won't be going with me. In fact, I am not even sure when he would be coming down. Either that Saturday or Monday. He is in the process of cutting and bailing the hay, but he has been experiencing some difficulties with that. The tractor that he needs to use, has been acting weird and will only run for about 30 minutes at a time. We ordered a part that it needs to be up and running normally, but it won't be in until Tuesday. And his dad said that in order for Sam to get is hay bonus that he needs to have it done by Saturday, which might mean is working all day Saturday, making it impossible for him to come down then. Also we have been talking about the possibility that he might not even come down until later in the week. His dad wants to extend one of the horses pens and Sam hasn't been able to do that either because he needs the tractor to dig the holes. So he might stay in Idaho until he finishes that job. And while that would mean an extra $400 to $500 dollars for us, it would also mean that I would live in our apartment without him for almost a week. That would pretty much suck, because not only does it mean I won't see him for a week, it also means that I won't have any of our stuff in the apartment. All of the big things will be up in Idaho still, like the couch, bed and tv. I am bring down everything that can fit in the car, but that won't be a lot. But there is also the possibility that he will finish the hay and not worry about the fence and come down Saturday. That is what I am hoping for.

As for other news in our life, there isn't too much going on. However, Sam's dad did manage to get hurt by a horse again this summer. This time he was trying to saddle two horses to go on a ride with Sam. He got one all ready to go, but as he was trying to put the saddle on the other one, the horse side stepped onto his foot, causing Alan to loose his balance and fall over. The horse continued to side step onto his leg and head. So Sam walked into the barn to find his dad sitting in a corner with blood dripping from his head. Sydney took him to the ER and Alan got 27 staples in his head and found out he broke his fibula, the small bone in your calf. I am assuming he broke it up pretty high, because they didn't put a cast on him, just an immobilizer so he can't bend his knee. If they were to put a cast on him, it would have gone past his knee.

Today at work, someone brought mini raspberry cheesecakes. And as I went to snag one out of the frig, I somehow managed to run my toes over with the door and cut my first two toes. I didn't think that it was that bad, until I was in my office with the cheesecake half eaten and noticed some blood dripping onto the floor from my foot. So that was interesting. And painful. And I just realized why it happened. Today is the very spooky day of Friday the 13th. Alas it all makes sense of why I would hurt myself on this day. Frick!

I only have three more days of work left. HALLELUJAH!!!! Unfortunately, they aren't my usual schedule. I am covering for someone on vacation. Usually I work from 3:30-8:30 on Tuesday and Thursday, but my last three days, Monday - Wednesday are from 8:00-4:00. I get a lot more hours, but it's dreadful being here for that long. The end is in sight!

Until next time!