Thursday, October 29, 2009
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Dear Jenny and Tracy,
You are the coolest people. Ever.
You are the kind of cool people who let us call on Wednesday to see if we can come stay with you on Friday, and you act like we've just announced that you won the lottery.
You are the kind of cool people who let us call you when we get into the city and then stay on the phone with us to get us safely to your house.
You are the kind of cool people who feed us awesome, amazing meals, just because we are there.
You are the kind of cool people who pull out playing cards at 10:30 p.m. so that we can have some fun together.
You are the kind of cool people who tiptoe quietly around the house so we can sleep in. Till 10:30. (Honestly!)
You are the kind of cool people who give up your Saturday to drive us around your "new" city so we can see the sites.
You are the kind of cool people who celebrate when our car won't start, because that means we might get to stay for another day.
You are the kind of cool people who call us when we are halfway home, just to make sure we are OK.
You are the kind of cool people who insist that we call you when we get home.
You are the kind of cool people who thank us over and over again for coming to see you and hope that we will come again soon and bring the kids next time.
Thank you for letting us visit you in Boise. We love you, we love your city, we love your home. We will come again soon. And bring the kids with us.
You are the coolest people. Ever.
Friday, October 23, 2009
Last night I was at two different craft stores, looking for the supplies to make Christmas ornaments. I have a fun idea, and I hope it turns out as cute as I'm imagining.
Anyway, since you are the one who began this tradition, I started thinking about you. Here are some of my thoughts:
1. Remember when I called you out of the blue to offer to watch your kids? Wow. You had to exercise a lot of faith to lend your most choice "possessions" to a stranger. I still smile each time I think of 6-year-old Raylee's prayers. I knew the names of all the grandmas before I really even knew you! :)
2. People sometimes ask me why Landon (the younger son) is the one who got his dad's name. And each time I think Our friends the Giffords did it just the same as we did. We're soul mates, I'm tellin' ya!
3. Thank you, thank you, thank you for the option to travel. Our trip with your family to Mexico was all that: moments of laughter, moments of dread (and probably tears), spiritual moments, and an entire week of beautiful relaxation. That is one of the most cherished memories I have!
4. How I wish that all of my callings were as special to me as the presidency we shared together!
5. When MaryLou told us about her two sons, and we were all stepping and listening to rock 'n roll and you and I were wiping tears from our eyes I thought, "This is a woman who would understand me." I'm so glad we had a better chance to get to know one another after that.
6. Will you make me some brownies? (Heehee--I had to add that, because you make the best brownies. ever.)
7. I miss you.
And I love you!
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
If you have Josh read this out loud, there will probably even be sound effects!
Here are some compliments I've received in the past couple of days:
Saturday, October 17, 2009
One could argue that nothing can make me happy--it is a choice I must make. OK. I'll buy that. But humor me for today:
1. Spencer and I got to have dinner with the Ulches last night. It was heavenly and happy and fun. Thanks, Bob and Stacy!
2. Today--in spite of the fact that I do not consider myself a runner--I ran 7 miles. Count them! 1--2--3--4--5--6--7! Isn't that amazing? Me!
3. Taylor dusted the ceiling fan yesterday. (Find joy in the small stuff.)
4. It is a glorious, perfect, beautiful fall day!
5. Tomorrow is a regional broadcast (Stake Conference). So while I get to dress up and go to church, I do not have to sit alone through Sunday School or Relief Society. AND we will be home just after noon. Woot!
6. Did I mention I just ran 7 miles!?
It's a good day.
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Remember that game called Gossip? It's where one person comes up with a phrase and whispers it to the person sitting beside him. That person then passes it along to the next person, and so on. By the end of the game, the phrase is usually pretty messed up.
I did not wake Tay up yesterday (mostly because I was asleep, too!). When he awakened, he went to the very end of school. Actually, I think the final bell of the day had rung. He went into the room where most of his friends would be, and the teacher said, "What are you doing here? I heard you got shot in the neck by a crossbow."
That's close to "Took a shot to the neck with a lacrosse ball."
Friday, October 9, 2009
I went out running last night, and as I stretched afterward, Taylor said, "Mom, you gotta see this."
I said (still stretching), "OK, what is it?"
"A bruise," replied Tay.
So I walked over to look at a HUGE, lacrosse ball-sized bruise right at his collar bone line. While running drills, he had been running toward a teammate, who shot. Taylor, playing good defense, blocked the shot with his body. :)
As we gathered around the table for dinner, Tay began complaining of a terrible headache. He took some ibuprofen with his meal. But as we ate, he said that his eyes were bugging him. He asked if we could turn off the overhead light. He said he couldn't focus to see his food. This is when I started getting concerned.
We finished dinner, and he and I went to take quick showers. Then we went to the Instacare. It was about 8:00 p.m. We weren't even there long enough to sit down, and they sent us to the ER. We drove to IMC in Murray, where we sat. For a long time. With about 300 other people who were ill or injured. They brought us in for an initial screening and said it would be about 10 minutes before they took us back. 40 minutes later they finally called us back. (BTW, this really wasn't any surprise, considering that it was the ER and there were so many people there.)
When the doc came to examine T, he could hear a strange rushing noise in his carotid artery where he was hit. They were worried about a blood clot forming at that site, which feeds the brain. They did not want (and neither do we!) a blood clot or pieces of clotted blood in the brain causing strokes or brain damage. So he ordered and MRI/MRA to get a clearer picture.
Tay was in the MR area for about an hour and a half. They thought they could see an anomaly in the carotid artery, but they had not done the iodine contrast during the MRA, and they could not see it conclusively. So they ordered a CT scan. They thought they saw a subtle anomaly in the artery, but they did not think it was going to require surgery or major blood thinners. They told us to give Taylor an aspirin a day as a platelet inhibitor, and to call the specialist in the morning. They also ran a vascular ultrasound as a base point, where again they thought they saw a subtle anomaly. The specialist will probably run an additional ultrasound as a follow up early next week.
Taylor is fine, but he's sad, because he will not be playing lacrosse for a while--we'll know more details after we see the specialist.
We got home at 4:00 a.m.
Monday, October 5, 2009
You know that look I give Spencer? You know--THE look. It says, "Leave me alone. I've reached the end."
I don't think Spencer has EVER given me The Look. Until Saturday.
I was standing about a tenth of a mile from the finish line and praying and praying that Spence was going to reach his goal. The time kept ticking. He didn't come. And then suddenly, there he was. I turned the camera on so I could take his picture running. I yelled, "Go, Spencer!" And THAT'S when I got The Look.
And I knew that he was hurting and in serious danger of missing his goal. So I took off on a run, yelling, "I'm so proud of you! You're gonna do it!" He asked me where the finish line was, and I said, "It's right there. See? We were here last night." And I said, "Babe, you're really close. We're gonna have to put on the push. Can you give me anything else?"
And I got The Look again.
So I shut up. And he said, "Keep talking."
So over and over again I said, "I'm so proud of you. You're so close. You're gonna do it. Keep going!"
When we crossed the finish line, gun time said 3:21:something. I was praying that he had crossed the start over a minute after the gun time. The people at the finish line quickly escorted me to the non-runners' area, and I headed straight for the results tent. The woman there told me that she could only give times to the runners. So I said, "OK, I'll just wait for him here." As other people were getting their results I was listening in, trying to figure out how close to his time they were. Finally the same woman asked for his bib number. After several tries (and about 10 minutes) we got his final result: 3:20:21. I called him and said, "Did you have to be UNDER 3:20?" He said, "No, I have a 59 second window."
I screamed, "Woot! 3:20:21! You did it!" And all I could do was cry.
I'm so, so proud of him. And I'm so, so glad I could help.
Later he said thank you for all the support and he wishes it would be my turn to do something. I said, "We're going to Boston in 2011, right?" He said something like heck, yes. :) I said, "So we're going to New York with my singing group next year, right?" He said, "Yes, we are."
This picture was taken about 10-15 minutes after I crossed the finish line, maybe a little longer I was dazed, totally out of blood sugar.
I truly do not know if I would have made it without Aundrea running the last tenth of a mile with me, I so wanted to stop, I could see the finish line but it did not inspire me at all. All I wanted to do was to stop running, but I knew I was within seconds of qualifying for Boston, with Aundrea by my side telling me how great I was doing I kept running and qualified for Boston with 39 Seconds to spare. Needless to say she did not get a photo of me in the last seconds of the race, instead of taking a snap shot of me, she recognized I was not doing well and came right to my side and ran to the end with me. She was promptly escorted off before she could cross the finish line. Aundrea is my hero.
I will forward more official photos as the become available.
The race went really well for me, I did not struggle until the last three miles. My legs just did not want to run at that pace any more. I could feel a blister develop by mile 10 but just accepted the fact there was nothing I could do about it. The blister popped at mile 24 and other than that I had no problems.
My time: 3:20:21
To Qualify for Boston I needed to cross the finish line by 3:20:59
Spencer P. Hill
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Today we hosted a baby shower for Amy at work. Here are some things that you should know: