This is has nothing to do with the summer of 2011, but I just love this pic! Me, Kimball and Sam at Kimball and Les's wedding! September 24, 2004?? Don't know if I have the right year there.
Wait! It does have something to do with the summer! I found it while wondering through some of my Gram's old photos! And she is the subject of this post!
I've talked about her a bit in a few other entries, but just to wrap things up... My Grandma is AWESOME. I loved the summer I got to spend with her. I wish a little bit that neither of us had to work and we could just spend all our time fulfilling our dreams together! We are very much alike in my opinion, and I hope to become more like her everyday. She is simply inspiring. Her hugs do wonders and her words of wisdom answer all doubts and fears. I loved coming home from work and spending any free time with her. We can just talk and talk and never be bored. She spoils me to death, buying me custard and taking me to dinner, cooking, giving me anything she has. We got to paint ceramics together, a tradition carried down from her mother, and now we all have a special love for it. She gave up a lot of her peace and quiet and order to let Al and I live with her, and I am so thankful. It is a summer I will treasure! She shared her testimony in Relief Society the last Sunday we got to go together, and it is just such a witness to me. It was an amazing opportunity to attend church with her. I learned so much from those wonderful ladies! Love her more than words can say.
WISDOM TEETH REMOVAL
Eeeeewwwww yucky. This summer I also had the lovely privilege of having all 4 of my wisdom teeth removed. Look at me I'm growing up so fast. I was trying to put it off for... forever really, but my madre decided it was time. A process I do not recommend to anyone, but necessary nonetheless. All went smoothly, up until I got up to the kitchen to attempt eating. Oh, I went (with my mom) to Provo to get them out, then we came back to Grandma's so I could go to work the next day... My mom stayed with me and her and Gram catered to me so well, they are soooo nice to meee. Moving along, I was standing in the kitchen by the stove, facing the island, when I reached up to touch my hair. OhmygashGAG is what happened when I felt how nasty it was after sleeping on it for so long. Something had to be done. So I raised both arms to fix the mess immediately. Baaaaaad idea. I felt a little sick when I did that, so I propped my elbow on the island and set my head in my hands to calm the dizzy/nausea rush. BAM. That was the last of that. Next thing I recall is my mom basically sitting on me, grandma pacing on the phone with someone, both trying to get my attention in an alarming way. Laying on hard tile, can't really keep my eyes open. Oh! I understand what's happening! The person on the other end of the phone is 911! I passed out! I finally started putting all of that together and staying conscious for more than a split second and finally got the message across to them that I was alive and... not well, but, alive. I was fully aware when emergency personnel arrived, performed all necessary tasks, told me what I should do, and then asked me what I did for work. Um I'm a CNA. So you already know everything I just told you? Yep. I didn't feel the need to go to the hospital, but my mom and Grandma probably could have used some type of calming sedative or medical attention.
Felt that one one back of my head for few days....
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