It's about time....

I went back to school in August for my last (keeping my fingers crossed) semester. But I decided last minute that maybe I want to go to graduate school afterall. So I'm in the midst of completely my capstone class and my grad school pre-requisites that are strongly recommended to be taken separately. I currently do nothing but study these days. With all the madness of studying, I decided I also needed some easier classes too, so I'm also taking pilates and basic sewing. So far I liked my yoga class better than my pilates class, but that could still change and I love my sewing class. I like to be creative, but I really have no talent for it. I originally took the class so I could learn how to hem my own pants to make them longer, but sewing so far seems to be right up my alley because I can be creative and all I have to do is follow a pattern. I'm currently making some red and white polka dot pajamas pants that, if I did this right, they will be long enough for me.

I did take a break from my studies when my brother, Michael, came home from USU to see the new babies. While he's here we have to eat at all the local places that Mike can't get while he's away. So on the way home from the airport we had to stop and get some Braum's for some burgers and ice cream. Throughout the week we had to go to Pop's, Hobby's Hoagies, Eskimo Joe's, and Billy Sims Barbeque. There were other places on the list, but we ran out of time.

Luckily, Jake and I were both able to get Labor Day off work, so the three of us went on a motorcycle ride to Stillwater for lunch at Eskimo Joe's, then took backroads through Wellston and down to Route 66 to stop at Pops for a drink, then back to Edmond. It was a good time, but a very long ride. Then we finished off the trip with a night of karaoke and Mike flew back to Utah on Wednesday.

Also over Labor Day, Jake's sister, Heather, competed in the Mrs. America Pageant as the reigning Mrs. Oklahoma. Sadly she didn't win, but we're very proud of all of her hardwork nonetheless.

When I went into the hospital my doctors said that all of my family needed to be tested for my blood disorder because it's genetic and some of my siblings most likely have it. So my poor sister finally bit the bullet and got tested. But when you get tested for blood disorders they can't just take the normal 2-3 viles and go on their way. No, they practically drain your blood. I'm not sure how much they took of hers, but they took around 20 viles of blood when they tested me and they took it from my hand. (Luckily, I don't remember this, but I was told I cried a lot and it also explained why the entire backside and palm of my hand were bruised when I woke up from the coma.) So I checked on her after she finished and they took it from her elbow but she was still pretty sore. I'm not sure when she'll hear back on the results yet.