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I DID take some pictures of Meghan, but she was always asleep, so I refrained from including those.
It is always hard getting back into the swing of things after a wonderful vacation, and I have to say I am still not quite back in my groove. During the summer it is so hard to go to work all day and miss the beautiful weather and the Lazy-Haziness that is calling my name. This is my last summer EVER as a student (probably), and I really want to enjoy it, so I have been working a few less hours and spending more time relaxing and spending time with my friends and family in Utah.
Since we have returned, life hasn't been very eventful other than my spring cleaning spree and my mad dashes to work when I wake up at 6:45 instead of 6 o'clock. Meghan and I have been spending some quality sister time together, though. This has been FANTASTIC!! We are best friends and have so much fun together. Shopping, shenanigans in the Sonic drive-up, fax machine adventures and more! I am going to be so sad when she moves out to AZ (did I mention she landed a sweet job in Scottsdale??). This just means we will have to road trip to visit each other and skype often.
The other night, however, there was some excitement in our neighborhood. We were all ready for bed when we heard sirens racing down the street. I mean, SIRENS. So many that I lost count, and the sound was deafening. I wondered if there was a chase or a search going on--rare in Provo, but not unheard of in certain parts of town. A police car with its lights flashing parked right in front of our house, blocking the street. The lights lit up our entire house. At this point I was curious and knew I couldn't sleep with the lights flashing, so I got up to look out the window. Three police cars were parked on our street, all with lights flashing, stopping the cars driving by. People were walking down our street in droves, apparently to find out what was going on. Scott and I got dressed and went outside to gather information. By the time we got out there, most of the neighbors were walking back. We got the story from some neighbors we knew from church.
Apparently, someone down the street had lit off a firework (probably unintentionally) INSIDE their apartment. The firework blew up and burned down the apartment. I never got to drive by and see it, but apparently it was a big disaster, although no one was hurt.
Since we have returned, life hasn't been very eventful other than my spring cleaning spree and my mad dashes to work when I wake up at 6:45 instead of 6 o'clock. Meghan and I have been spending some quality sister time together, though. This has been FANTASTIC!! We are best friends and have so much fun together. Shopping, shenanigans in the Sonic drive-up, fax machine adventures and more! I am going to be so sad when she moves out to AZ (did I mention she landed a sweet job in Scottsdale??). This just means we will have to road trip to visit each other and skype often.
The other night, however, there was some excitement in our neighborhood. We were all ready for bed when we heard sirens racing down the street. I mean, SIRENS. So many that I lost count, and the sound was deafening. I wondered if there was a chase or a search going on--rare in Provo, but not unheard of in certain parts of town. A police car with its lights flashing parked right in front of our house, blocking the street. The lights lit up our entire house. At this point I was curious and knew I couldn't sleep with the lights flashing, so I got up to look out the window. Three police cars were parked on our street, all with lights flashing, stopping the cars driving by. People were walking down our street in droves, apparently to find out what was going on. Scott and I got dressed and went outside to gather information. By the time we got out there, most of the neighbors were walking back. We got the story from some neighbors we knew from church.
Apparently, someone down the street had lit off a firework (probably unintentionally) INSIDE their apartment. The firework blew up and burned down the apartment. I never got to drive by and see it, but apparently it was a big disaster, although no one was hurt.
On Saturday, Meghan and I were invited to the 7 Peaks water park by some friends from Vancouver. I was too much of a wimp to go on the really tall slides, but I went three times on the purple one--apparently a kiddie slide--that was the perfect amount of excitement for me. After that and a few trips around the Lazy River, I dozed in the sun and proceded to get a terrible burn on my shoulders. I am finally starting to feel back to normal today after a day of fever on Sunday and four ice-cold showers yesterday, although I still can't raise my arms above my head (which makes washing my hair and getting dressed tricky and painful).
Scott has been a wonderful caretaker to his burnt and sleep-deprived wife for the past few days. We got takeout two nights in a row, and he has brought me ice packs, water, and sugar to keep me going.
My Freshman and Sophomore roommate Cara Gillespie came over for one of our takeout nights. It was fabulous! We talked, ate Thai food, and watched "The Giant Mechanical Man," a new favorite movie we discovered thanks to the wonders of Amazon Instant Video.
I suppose it has not been so hum-drum after all..
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