Snow...

It "slushed" yesterday...which means it's cold and there's snow in the mountains. It would seem we may be skipping Fall and heading straight for Winter. It was neat, but it also threw a wrench in the plans. Our reunion/party at the park was cancelled and became a pizza and hot chocolate party at our house. It was nice to see everyone again...but there just isn't enough space for that many people in our living room and kitchen! We are going to be brave a plan an "end of the summer" bbq for this next weekend...hopefully the slush will stay away!

Are you part disaster?

Okay. I honestly had to think about that one a little. I went to the hospital today to register for those vital prenatal classes the clinic believes we need. As I walked in the door from visitor parking, a large male nurse (whose first language is obviously not English) held up a sign and asked if I was part disaster. I had a rough morning, so I wasn't paying too much attention. My first thought: Of course! Aren't we all? And then I realized there was probably a drill or something going on. So, I said I wasn't part disaster and promptly walked into the building to hear at least 6 announcements over the intercom letting us all know that the disaster drill was "all clear". I'm going to assume this meant that everything went smoothly. Good to know they're prepared...at least for a fake disaster. So, are you part disaster...or is it just me?

Back to School

This week is Freshman Orientation and the week during which most BYU students return to Provo...along with their parents. The traffic is crazy! But, that's to be expected. Ordinarily we would avoid having to drive anywhere...but both my little sister and brother and Steve's little sister and brother arrived this week. My parents aren't leaving until later today and Steve's dad is here for the weekend. As far as I know they (the siblings) are all moved in to their respective apartments and dorms...but there seem to be a bazillion errands to run and last minute things to straighten out. Neither of us remember it being so insane when we came to BYU. At least I'm not having to deal with my own book-buying or schedule-rearranging...or feelings of aprehension aimed at new roommates.