tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3201502572451792522024-02-19T03:57:28.836-08:00Deep Thoughts:by Jake and MindyMindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02932024603705088754noreply@blogger.comBlogger57125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-320150257245179252.post-12668847786490684102013-01-08T11:20:00.001-08:002013-01-08T11:30:08.702-08:00Baby MckayIt's funny how I thought right when we had our little guy I would be much better at updating this thing because I would have cute pictures and fun things to talk about... I guess it doesn't work that way for me, but I will keep trying. Well, we now have a cute, adorable, precious baby boy in our home with us and he is now almost 6 weeks old. That's crazy.<br />
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Anyways, some people have asked how the delivery went so I will talk about that a little bit. All in all it was a lot easier than I expected. Actually to the annoyance of many mothers I feel like the labor and delivery, nursing, staying up at night, and starting to exercise again has been a lot easier than I expected. But I give all the credit to Mckay because he is such a calm, easy baby.<br />
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The day he was born I started having labor pains around 6 in the morning and they came every 25 minutes or so. However, they only lasted about 20 seconds-ish and really just felt like I was having cramps. I kept sleeping until about 8:30 and would wake up a little every time they came but that's about it. Jake left for work and I told him the contractions were happening regularly so today was probably the day. He packed a bag quick before he left and i went about my day getting ready, cleaning the house, and studying. I called jake to come home at about 10:30 because the contractions were getting more painful and were 5-10 minutes apart (I would describe them like cramps times 10, but still not unbearable or causing tears or anything). We got to the hospital around noon. I had only had 1 contraction on our 25 minute drive over and was afraid they wouldn't admit us. I feel like they thought they wouldn't admit us either because I wasn't really in much pain between contractions when i checked in. However, I was dilated to a 6 at that point (is that too much info? sorry) and we got the last delivery room available. There was literally a line of women in labor waiting for a room. We were so lucky.<br />
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I ended up getting an epidural a lot earlier than I would have liked. The anesthesiologist came in and said he was super busy today and if he didn't give it now he wouldn't be back for at least 3 hours. That was kind of disappointing because I didn't feel like I was able to experience the "pains of labor" which I kind of wanted to at least for a bit. He gave me the lowest dose he could so I could still feel and move my legs and could kind of tell when I was having a contraction. Well about 3 hours after the epidural I started to deliver. There was one scary moment when I had a 4 minute long contraction which stressed out Mckay. His heart rate went down and they put me on oxygen. They acted like it wasn't a big deal but I knew it could easily go bad and I was worried. But we waited a few minutes and everything looked fine so we kept going. At 6:01 pm on November 28th, Mckay was born. It was so great to finally be able to meet him and hold him and it has been great ever since.<br />
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Now at 6 weeks old he is an awesome sleeper (5-6 hours before he wakes me up to eat), he loves laying on his tummy (if he is squirmy I lay him down either on a blanket or the boppy and he will hang out for about 10 minutes by himself and longer if I am playing with him), he loves baths but seems kind of confused about what's going on, he is smiling a lot lately, and loves playing and dancing with his dad (gangnam style, much to my dismay). He is growing up so fast. Today I put him down for a nap on a blanket unswaddled (silly me) and was in another room cleaning when I heard him crying and went in to find him off the blanket and onto his stomach. I don't really know how that happened because I know he isn't rolling yet. My best guess is a noise scared him and his fast moving arms propelled him off the blanket. haha. He seemed very traumatized, but it was quite funny.<br />
It has really been so rewarding and fun having him in our home and our family, we are so blessed to have a beautiful, healthy, happy baby.<br />
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Here are some of my favorite pictures over the past 6 weeks. The quality of some of them is quite poor due to our ipod camera. Sorry!<br />
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This is about an hour after he was born. </div>
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It's funny how unlike himself he looked the first few days after he was born. This picture is so funny</div>
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Here are some bath pictures taken a few weeks ago</div>
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Mckay's 1st Christmas in a 3 month size Santa suit that is much too large on him</div>
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And here are some random photos I love. The left was when he was about 2.5 weeks old and looking very angry and very alien-ish. He has been smiling a lot more now and I love it, he even poses for pictures. </div>
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Here is my life the past 6 weeks. Hanging out with this cute guy at home and taking pictures all day.</div>
Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02932024603705088754noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-320150257245179252.post-73031188829299535352012-08-25T10:48:00.002-07:002012-08-25T10:48:27.618-07:00Growing upI guess now that we are going to have a baby it's time we grow up. Jake has taken that advice to heart and graduated with his Bachelor's degree in Accounting from UVU. He just started working this week at his uncle's accounting firm in Salt Lake. He is really liking it! It is really laid back, he is working there with a friend he grew up with, and they get to go golfing a lot. Pretty much the life for him.<br />
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As for me last week I took my last physical therapy test, and started my last internship of physical therapy school. After this semester all the physical therapy I will be doing will actually be for money! That is just crazy to think about. I am now interning with a therapist doing vestibular and balance rehab at Performance West PT in Bountiful.<br />
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Here are some pictures of us biking about a month or so ago at Sun Valley and at Bear Lake. Those pictures won't be coming anymore this summer though because I have finally decided to hang up my helmet for the season (much later than my mom would have liked).<br />
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Our last ride in Sun Valley we went on the 18 mile Fisher-Creek trail. It was super fun but I am not going to lie after 7 miles of straight uphill I was feeling very pregnant and very distraught. Nothing fruit snacks couldn't solve though.<br />
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Here we are at our condo in Sun Valley. We were going to go up with my whole family but then last minute no one else could go and my mom couldn't get a refund. Thus we <i>had</i> to go by ourselves to the fully paid beautiful condo. My mom told us happy Baby-moon.<br />
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After biking in Sun Valley we went to the most beautiful lake we had ever seen. Red Fish Lake near Stanley, Idaho. We loved hanging out there on the beach and swimming and will be going back in the near future.<br />
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Here we are biking in Logan Canyon while we were at Bear Lake with Jake's family. It's weird how I have started liking the uphill a lot better than the downhill lately just because I go so slow downhill that it's not all that fun.<br />
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How Jake has been going up to Bear Lake every summer for the past 24 years and never heard of Bloomington Lake astounds me. This place is on the Idaho side of the lake up a canyon, and is SO pretty. As you can see it also has an awesome rope swing. It looked way fun but I figured I probably should be smart and motherly and not do it.<br />
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It was a ton of fun there but started pouring rain on us. We still stayed for quite a while but then we saw lightning and thought we'd better head.<br />
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And finally, here I am at 25 weeks. Have you heard of the maternity belly band? Best thing ever. It's a band that goes over your old pants (that you can't zip up any more) and up over your belly and holds your pants in place. That way you don't have to 1-spend a bunch of money on cute maternity pants or 2-wear ugly maternity pants. It's that black thing I am wearing in the picture and just looks like a tank top. Brilliant!</div>
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I am now 26 weeks pregnant and still doing really well. Even though Jake doesn't have a biking buddy anymore I am still going to the gym a couple times a week after work and running/biking a couple of miles. I'm feeling the baby kick all the time. People tell me that how active they are before there born is a good indication of how they will be afterwards. If that is true this little guy is gonna be all over the place. I think we have decided on the name Mckay but now the question is should the "K" be capitalized or not? Jake says yes because he thinks it looks cool, but I am not sure if that makes it girly or more difficult. Not that it is really that big of a deal but I thought I would try to get other's opinions. </div>
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Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02932024603705088754noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-320150257245179252.post-49106625347054822032012-06-30T15:49:00.001-07:002012-06-30T22:18:53.655-07:00I'm Back! And with a Boy!So I have decided it's time to come back to the blogging world. But for a good reason. Jake and I are having a baby! A cute little boy to be exact, and we are so excited! We got to see him for the first time yesterday and thought it would be fun to let you see.<br />
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I loved this shot. He's already got a great looking brain. Maybe he will have a "photographic memory" like his dad. (Jake likes to think he does anyways)</div>
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For all of you who keep asking for a photo of me, and although I feel very strange taking these profile shots, here it is. When I took this I thought I was 19 1/2 weeks, but after the Dr's visit apparently I am only 17 1/2 weeks. Bummer. But actually it is great news for me because I will probably be able to finish my entire last semester Physical Therapy internship before he is born. That way I will be able to graduate on time! My new due date is December 3 and my clinical rotation will end around November 16 because I will be starting it a week early. Hopefully I can keep going strong until then!</div>
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Here are the names we like best and semi-favorite order: Bentley, McKay, Tyler, and Mason. Feel free to comment on them or give suggestions!</div>
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<br />Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02932024603705088754noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-320150257245179252.post-11630498776115691152011-10-10T21:42:00.000-07:002011-10-10T21:42:13.425-07:00Busy being a PTTurns out I haven't posted anything in probably over a month. I guess working 40 hours a week but not getting paid makes me tired or something at night? Who knows. Yeah, that's right, I am now working full time as a <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">(student)</span> Physical Therapist. I have been working at Orem Pediatric Physical Therapy and it has been amazing. I have learned so much, and it is crazy how different physical therapy is when you are working with kids vs adults.<br />
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Some of the things I have learned as a pediatric student PT<br />
1. If adults have a weak trunk, they slouch and it is fixed by doing sit-ups, planks, etc. If kids have a weak trunk they w-sit (sit on their knees with their feet out wide, which looks very painful) and to fix it we bounce them up and down on a therapy ball pretending we are on a pirate ship and we can't fall on the hot lava.<br />
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2. If you have a baby that <u>always</u> have their head rotated one way or tilted one way when they are playing, sleeping, etc, go to the doctor! Their muscle on one side of their neck is probably tighter than the other and if you don't do anything about it they will stay tilted their whole life, have vision problems, probably have a flat spot on the side of their head, and their facial features might be uneven. Also if they have a flat spot go to the dr before they are close to a year old, because then it's basically to late to give them a helmet or anything.<br />
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3. I hope my children have great imaginations. It makes life so much fun. I was working with one girl who had a pet monkey we had to take through the jungle (running outside in the long grass) and a pet spider we had to build a tunnel for it to crawl through (her doing <a href="http://www.smart-strength-training.com/ab-workouts-supine-bridges.html">bridges</a> on her back). It was so much fun<br />
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4. The parent's of children with disabilities are without a doubt the strongest people I will ever meet. Just to give you an idea, the kids I have worked with have diagnoses ranging from cerebral palsy to autism, <a href="http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmedhealth/PMH0002172/">muscular dystrophy</a> to <a href="http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmedhealth/PMH0002538/">hydrocephalus</a>, <a href="http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmedhealth/PMH0001757/">torticollis</a> to <a href="http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmedhealth/PMH0001564/">hemophilia</a>. The parents for these children never cease to amaze me. Whether the children are able to walk, only crawl, just stay in their wheelchair, have already passed away or will pass soon, the dedication and the tears that have gone in to making these children's lives the best they can be, are phenomenal.<br />
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5. As much as I love working as a physical therapist, I feel very lucky to be a woman instead of a man. Working part time as a physical therapist sounds so much more appealing than working full. time. for. the. rest. of. my. life.<br />
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6. I now notice that I have really had a lack of children in my life. Without any nieces or nephews, and being 6 when my youngest brother was born, I haven't really had the opportunity to interact with babies. Having this internship has been so good for me not only to learn important things about enhancing child development, but it has also been great for me to just be able to play with babies. Hopefully Jake will learn how to play with babies too. It's probably not a great sign when he says "Ages 2 and up, I am golden; but any younger than that are boring because they don't really do anything." Haha.<br />
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Here are a few things I have learned in the last month that aren't physical therapy related, but equally important:<br />
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1. It's not a great idea to go to sacrament meeting 1 minute late when you are in a small chapel and have 2 baby blessings that day. Because then you have to sit in the choir seats and on your way up there you <i>might </i>trip over one of the steps and fall on your face in front of the whole congregation. Good thing I didn't fall on my face, but it was way too close for comfort.<br />
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2. Pinterest is a great place to find awesome new recipes. Such as: homemade wingers sticky fingers, homemade cafe rio pork salad, homemade butterfingers (world's best and easiest treat), banana oatmeal smoothie, buffalo chicken grilled cheese, PF changs mongolian beef, salsa chicken, etc. All SOO good.<br />
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3. The new Draper Flow trail is a new favorite addition to our Northern Utah repertoire of mountain biking trails. But I guess any trail that you do after a one month break, when the leaves are changing, and with an awesome view of the Draper temple will easily be put on that list.<br />
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4. A fun and easy relief society activity (if you are the one that has to put it on), is a service auction. All you have to do is print out papers for each sister to fill out and get points (points are awarded for if you went to the temple in the past month, read your scriptures that day, did your visiting teaching for that month, bottled jam recently, showered before noon that day, etc). Then you bid on services people have brought or written down (homemade raisin bread, free hair cut, free interior design appointment, babysitting for a date night, desserts, etc). It was so fun!<br />
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5. Training for the Provo Halloween Half-Marathon with my friend Shauna has been a lot more fun and a lot less difficult than I would have thought. Hopefully the earlier and colder nights don't put a damper on things.<br />
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Well I think that is all I've learned in the last month, or at least all I want to write down right now.Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02932024603705088754noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-320150257245179252.post-54960182087441024052011-09-07T22:20:00.000-07:002011-09-07T22:20:05.138-07:00Only one minute left in my brain.When I'm not working 12 hour days at my internship without getting paid, eating dinner, cooking dinner for tomorrow, or cleaning, I am watching this. Ahoy dehoy!<br />
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Last week Jake and I went camping/biking/hiking at Bryce Canyon for a couple days, followed by the Grand Canyon for a couple days. It was a lot of fun, and although I have wanted to go to the Grand Canyon my whole life, I have to admit our Bryce adventure was more fun. (However I do know that backpacking rim to rim or going to Havasupai would trump both. I just have yet to experience that).<br />
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Here were some of the good and bad about our Bryce Canyon experience<br />
-Our campsite was awesome. Bright red rocks surrounded us right when we stepped out of the tent.<br />
-we got kicked out of our awesome campsite because it was a double site and we only paid for a single. The next night we got stuck in a site right next to the road and outhouse with no trees. Complain, complain.<br />
-Biking Thunder Mountain trail was, yet again, one of the best rides I've ever been on.<br />
-We spent $2 for a hot shower (which was so worth it) and it shutting off when Jake was covered in soap.<br />
-"The best 3-mile hike in the world" really is the best 3-mile hike in the world.<br />
-We were always so surprised when we walked by someone that actually spoke English. The entire time we were at Bryce, maybe 5 families were American.<br />
-I saw so many I heart NY or I heart SF or I heart HK. I thought of a new one. I heart HSWW. (.....hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry....)<br />
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Good and Bad of Grand Canyon<br />
-We got to stay in Jacob Lake Campground. Next to Jacob Lake Inn where Jake used his credit card that said Jacob Lynn Layton and they thought it was a company card. Jake went along with it.<br />
-Both nights families decided to pick the campsite and set up their tent literally 10 yards away from us, when they had probably 45 other sites to choose from. That site didn't even have shade.<br />
-We made the ultimate smore's. A layer of peanut butter under the chocolate + my fine roasting skills = the best s'more you will EVER taste. "Peanut Butter makes the world go round" -Jake<br />
-We made friends with some Spaniards on our bike trail. Jake fell in love with them and talked with them about European soccer for like 20 minutes (so they thought we were pretty cool). Than they gave us the t advice to start hiking Grand Canyon later, like 10, so when you come back up it will be like 4 and be really shady and nice.<br />
-We followed their advice and started at 10. The only problem is, apparently we hike a lot faster than them because we were hiking back up at noon. Lets just say that <i>wasn't </i>the best 5-mile hike in the world.<br />
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Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02932024603705088754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-320150257245179252.post-63066320533003551092011-08-05T15:44:00.000-07:002011-08-05T15:44:24.472-07:00Biking FailuresSo the past THREE times I have tried to go mountain biking I have failed in some way or another.<br />
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Last Friday: My little sister came down to Provo to go on a great trail in American Fork Canyon with us but we had a series of unfortunate events. We woke up late, had to stop at the ATM to get 1 more dollar in cash to pay the entrance fee, didn't know the construction up the canyon would give us a 30 minute detour, and our car was almost out of gas. So by the time we got halfway up we had to turn back around because we didn't want to run out of gas and Jake was going to be late to work. Instead we went on a smaller, but still fun trail, where my sister had to sit down for 10 minutes because she was so dizzy/dehydrated. We failed.<br />
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Last Saturday: We went to Snow Basin Resort and paid for a day pass to go up the lifts and ride down the biking trails. It was fun, but a lot more rocky and less flowing than we had expected. Also on the last ride down only my sister and I went, and my bike got a flat tire. We soon figured out that my extra tube had the wrong type of valve; good thing Rachel had a spare. Although my bike failed and the flow failed, we still had a grand time.<br />
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Today: Jake and I tried to go BACK up American Fork canyon to the trail we tried last week. We had no setbacks until we got onto the trail. 100 yards up our tires, chains, and brakes were so caked in mud that our wheels wouldn't turn. I guess it poured up there last night without our knowledge. We had to carry our bikes back to the car, and spend 30 minutes de-mudding them.<br />
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I wonder if I should just quit trying. Hopefully tomorrow in Park City will be more successful.Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02932024603705088754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-320150257245179252.post-5597665647115241672011-07-27T08:25:00.000-07:002011-07-27T08:25:10.640-07:00YosemiteOver the weekend we went to Yosemite park. Because my camera now has a failure to thrive, I had to steal pictures from my family members if I want to document this trip. Thus I don't have many pictures. However, my mom misplaced her new camera right before the trip, and not being able to go to Yosemite without a camera, naturally she bought a brand new and improved one. So if I search her house high and low and find the misplaced one, it's mine! So I know what I'll be doing this weekend.<br />
The trip started off great when we saw Jimmer at the airport and got a picture with him. I will need to download that picture shortly. He didn't seem too excited to stop and get his picture with us, but to quote my friend Shauna "part of me feels like he deserves it for being so good."<br />
The weekend proved to be just as exciting. We stayed in a cabin in the park, went on multiple hikes, one of which was to the 5th largest waterfall in the world, and the other I kept my eyes peeled to find the bodies of the 3 people that went over Vernal Falls last week.<br />
Overall the hikes, playing in the river, car games, and songs (I know, we had to pass the time somehow) made quite the memorable weekend.<br />
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So I have a problem. I feel like I need to cut my hair. I don't know if I need to go to a length I have been before, a new length, need to add layers, add real bangs, grow out my bangs, or just learn how to do my hair (I blame this on my younger years when I would never let my mom touch my hair. Thus i don't know how to curl or french braid my hair. So, basically what I'm saying is I don't know how to be a girl). Should I go back to a length I have had before? Or should I do something new?<br />
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</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Then just last weekend we went to Moab. Although I love Moab, after going the past 2 years in a row and doing the same thing each year (river rafting on a very mild river and dirt biking), I wasn't super excited about going this time. However, I was wrong to not be excited because it was a lot of fun. The river was pretty high so we got good enough rapids to watch my dad fall out. hehe. It was awesome. Also we went on some fun mountain biking trails. Taking my whole family on The Slickrock Trail might not have been the best idea. The best part of it was when my sister (who is not very athletically oriented, but still wanted to try coming with us) said "Mindy, how do you get on the bike without falling off?" Oh steph. Love it. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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-Jake saying "This sucks already" right as we took our first steps<br />
-Both of us passing the Amazon woman (named by Jake) who had socks to her knees that had an arrow pointing up saying "Bad A**"<br />
-Getting a medal for finishing 2nd place in my age group (22-29) and being the 2nd female finisher overall<br />
-Jake making sure he finished before the 10 year old who was hot on his heels.<br />
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After resting all day (taking a nap, watching Ferris Bueller's Day Off, playing Dominion -best new game ever- and reading) we were rejuvenated enough to eat at Cafe Rio and then go to Springville's Art City Days with some friends. Because of our great scavenging skills (finding multiple tickets and quarters near the upside-down-going-rides), we went on two rides. Eating Cafe Rio right before was a really bad idea.We almost threw up both of those rides. We both felt sick all night and had to go lay down in the amphitheater and listen to country performers for an hour. It was awesome. However, the fireworks afterwards really were awesome.<br />
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I would have to agree, it was pretty cool.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxLn6_POfHzsOOJxL6rgG0W06mGWAHQeTgDwyz3hsMAeVAlBJM7LqNYmyxi9JEwLBAGshU9olZXwiDhs55_Cw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>This is an even better shot of the awesome lady loving every minute of the game. Not gonna lie, she reminds me a lot of my grandma.Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02932024603705088754noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-320150257245179252.post-12692118470213398152011-05-09T11:52:00.000-07:002011-05-09T11:52:01.562-07:00CA Trip: Mountain BikingFirst we went biking in the Soquel Demonstration Forest. It was really pretty here biking through all the redwoods. Because of mudslides on the road we had to park our car about 2 miles away from the trailhead and bike down into the valley. Which wasn't a big deal, until we had to bike 4 miles back uphill to the trailhead and then the extra 2 miles back uphill to the car when we finished. (which might make us sound like weaklings but in our defense we started out with a 5 mile climb followed by a really steep and bumpy 5 mile downhill. Thus never getting a rest)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj1gBfxZXDgIjS4dQ8WQQBCQAiR0S0p-DzL3czD7PFz_nARasm-7oqUtTYnTVzmXkwxC9occmCl69YAPUb8SpVotKUBGd7D_KywxCgUkXOt0FADTbaquNeWZa6DQ3JJLwCQb9UpOY-mHE/s1600/CIMG1813.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj1gBfxZXDgIjS4dQ8WQQBCQAiR0S0p-DzL3czD7PFz_nARasm-7oqUtTYnTVzmXkwxC9occmCl69YAPUb8SpVotKUBGd7D_KywxCgUkXOt0FADTbaquNeWZa6DQ3JJLwCQb9UpOY-mHE/s640/CIMG1813.JPG" width="640" /></a></div> After riding back up to our car I am very tired and mad at the mudslides<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAhua0QerDI3QT23LofUkdNuyb_dBTuYWlIB-UHdmcNceMCTMB7AMr2UQuFWd7goo1aHJ2pCZ7KbeLGIaRQlfk5yu-vQex5c9sGXbg8jgwkVIjCVHjqPGE6kWxqErV9-1sVBelq2hMmD0/s1600/CIMG1805.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAhua0QerDI3QT23LofUkdNuyb_dBTuYWlIB-UHdmcNceMCTMB7AMr2UQuFWd7goo1aHJ2pCZ7KbeLGIaRQlfk5yu-vQex5c9sGXbg8jgwkVIjCVHjqPGE6kWxqErV9-1sVBelq2hMmD0/s640/CIMG1805.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><div>Our next ride was at Wilder Ranch in Santa Cruz. We both thought it was a lot more fun. Some parts were in grassy meadows, some in redwoods crossing streams, and others right on the edge of the bluff overlooking the ocean. It was so pretty. However, I soon remembered how Jake hates stopping to take pictures of us mountain biking. Because I want to take at least some pictures of our biking excursions, we compromised on taking action shots instead. Which is cooler anyways. Hopefully my not very good camera will cooperate. Here are some pictures of what we saw but weren't able to document.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKrNSkpKC7NvvnD85Tdun9H91shWHahnSxnJJfUUpKYusY2H41SZkmlB2CrcH3baBs8mYt91WFaUDZe20CAK25z1T5qqcQFio7VM7oXSb8FOIjz0tIPqH72Buzy4T3MZKnxH1S7bOrJNk/s1600/Wilder+Ranch3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="512" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKrNSkpKC7NvvnD85Tdun9H91shWHahnSxnJJfUUpKYusY2H41SZkmlB2CrcH3baBs8mYt91WFaUDZe20CAK25z1T5qqcQFio7VM7oXSb8FOIjz0tIPqH72Buzy4T3MZKnxH1S7bOrJNk/s640/Wilder+Ranch3.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">from <a href="http://www.extremeline.com/art.htm">here</a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTviedWF5Y5ol_HkyXpv75kZMhH9bjyfT1OH_1wOXf-ja5v1ljLETBCrIhzp5KIpOGYGWKSsK5fFRgdk24tfL864PQSXJrBmSJ05Yii5sG-yWTGwpOK09VHqdc8Q6ClhXDaod7bUcb6bk/s1600/IMG_8650+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTviedWF5Y5ol_HkyXpv75kZMhH9bjyfT1OH_1wOXf-ja5v1ljLETBCrIhzp5KIpOGYGWKSsK5fFRgdk24tfL864PQSXJrBmSJ05Yii5sG-yWTGwpOK09VHqdc8Q6ClhXDaod7bUcb6bk/s640/IMG_8650+%25282%2529.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">from <a href="http://randyswaypoints.blogspot.com/2011/01/wilder-ranch.html">here</a></span></div>Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02932024603705088754noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-320150257245179252.post-69466336924394393092011-05-09T11:21:00.000-07:002011-05-09T11:21:03.379-07:00CA Trip: San Francisco<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">After driving for 12 hours and sleeping in the car at a rest stop (note to self: either never do that again or remember to bring blankets) we arrived in San Francisco. Jake has never really been to a big city like that (he says Vegas doesn't count, i agree), so we decided to be the typical San Francisco tourists for a couple of hours.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlYH5tqP9Sijubl-fWSY3mDUi1A7QDgAgxJX8Do4lxGUvlx_FTbT-5oTBoLcMU1YllMCVKemsh6Zfk6yBaxUfnJ2KaU1hHjTMu76YNDj6tB48s97NVt39p4qOEUHedf8Cnk45sD1Gwm-M/s1600/CIMG1781.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlYH5tqP9Sijubl-fWSY3mDUi1A7QDgAgxJX8Do4lxGUvlx_FTbT-5oTBoLcMU1YllMCVKemsh6Zfk6yBaxUfnJ2KaU1hHjTMu76YNDj6tB48s97NVt39p4qOEUHedf8Cnk45sD1Gwm-M/s640/CIMG1781.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRQeThvtdtgTNi-LMB5QJntKBHmWTdHSwaYqd22huSkarGqscMTDiDjXAos_ZsdSX3vBftxPh3k3OEyE7K68pCmjTH0b41hH9wV9AeNP9tuxerK4TpI2kBpcGpzqDZbYOsz24vvH3GwOM/s1600/CIMG1783.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRQeThvtdtgTNi-LMB5QJntKBHmWTdHSwaYqd22huSkarGqscMTDiDjXAos_ZsdSX3vBftxPh3k3OEyE7K68pCmjTH0b41hH9wV9AeNP9tuxerK4TpI2kBpcGpzqDZbYOsz24vvH3GwOM/s640/CIMG1783.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">First we stopped at the Antique Arcade Museum at Pier 39. My favorite was the old gypsy ladies in a box who told your fortune. Apparently Jake is arm wrestling the same man that was in Princess Diaries? We aren't sure, but that's what we have been told. Also we found the Bimbo-Box that just had Phantom of the Opera-like monkeys playing music. I am not really sure what that means..<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">.</span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI6ATrSATb1Mho-J9FKrwVrSPK5Oeb3Kdu-oPAkmDhY2oHi8EsibWTJEK6XEErKF0hZqG5RtqvA-t5Rl-ZgvaAAdRStmJzvgHZvXSfirc-f4gvlXc8BzDac2WwqTX1cL-NyBcDjtR1J40/s1600/CIMG1785.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI6ATrSATb1Mho-J9FKrwVrSPK5Oeb3Kdu-oPAkmDhY2oHi8EsibWTJEK6XEErKF0hZqG5RtqvA-t5Rl-ZgvaAAdRStmJzvgHZvXSfirc-f4gvlXc8BzDac2WwqTX1cL-NyBcDjtR1J40/s640/CIMG1785.JPG" width="640" /></a>Next we went to Fisherman's Wharf and got a little bit bored with walking past shops and looking at sea lion's. However it was interesting to see a man in jeans doing sit ups on the pier in 85 degree weather. I couldn't help but notice a bowl next to him, maybe he was trying to get money? I'll never be sure. This was a picture of part of the wharf with the city and Coit Tower in the background.<br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: left;">Next we drove over to Chrissy Field to have lunch on the beach and ride our bikes around the Golden Gate Bridge.</div>Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02932024603705088754noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-320150257245179252.post-51889417666676510052011-04-28T21:24:00.000-07:002011-04-28T21:25:45.091-07:00time for a break.We are now proud to say that we are done with finals (hopefully having good grades to show for it). In our 1 day so far off from school we have filled our time making pumpkin cookies, attempting to take them to the people Jake home teaches (me filling in for his lack of a companion), and (after getting stood up) playing Fifa on PS2. It has been wonderful. Especially when I scored the winning goal in TWO games.<br />
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I realized today, after watching African Cats and Jake's newfound dedication to the TV show <i>Swamp People</i>, that I have a very real fear of crocodiles. I don't know why i decided to share this. Maybe because it seems really strange that they scare me so badly, or maybe because it took me almost 22 years before i realized it.<br />
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Another thing we learned this week is how difficult it is to scrub tint glue off your car windows. Jake bought a car 2 years ago and we found out 2 days ago that it had tinting in the front windows that didn't pass safety. Because Jake still had to study for finals and my wonderful 3 week break had already begun, it fell upon me to scrub those windows with hot soapy water for an hour before all the dried glue decided to come off.<br />
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The break so far (besides the scrubbing) has been beautiful. And it will only get better when we go to Santa Cruz next week as we fill our time with biking, boardwalks, and Giants games.<br />
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Summer is here and weekend mountain biking trips are about to begin.Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02932024603705088754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-320150257245179252.post-36168979271829824212011-04-20T17:53:00.000-07:002011-04-20T17:53:01.345-07:00Working for KaplanWhy you should work for Kaplan and tutor high school students on the ACT/SAT<br />
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1. You get paid $18/hr.<br />
2. You make your own schedule (you get students to tutor and set up with them when you meet),<br />
3. You tutor students that live in really BIG houses,<br />
4. You can increase you literary knowledge by listening to books on tape as you drive to their houses.<br />
5. You do better on your essays in school because you finally learn the rules to punctuation and grammar.<br />
6. You might get awesome students that have their friends sit in on their tutoring sessions (that tell them the way to get a good score is never study and stay up really late the night before like they did), text while you are asking them questions, and fall asleep while they are reading out loud.<br />
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7. But the very best reason why you should work for Kaplan: You give me a $100 bonus for referring you. They are looking for tutor/teachers in the Salt Lake/Provo area. It really is an awesome part-time job! (Even with the awesome moments when your student falls asleep).<br />
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If you are interested let me know!Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02932024603705088754noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-320150257245179252.post-63021635269116454292011-03-28T13:00:00.000-07:002011-03-28T13:00:01.859-07:00never stop learningI love to learn. So i have made it a goal of mine to think of/write down something new I've learned every day. Here are a few things Jake and I learned over the weekend.<br />
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-no matter how much it snows the night before, sundance will never make it to my list of top 10 best snowboarding days<br />
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-even though it extremely cloudy and overcast and you are on a mountain with an altitude of only 8200 ft, that won't keep jake and i from getting major goggle tanlines<br />
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-the year of physical therapy school has been worth it. I have been able to diagnose my dad's sore neck as a result of bad posture at the computer, my friend's inflamed pica in her knee, and my sisters new pathology of plantar fasciitis (even though i've failed to diagnose my brother-in-laws unexplainable dull, aching pain in his leg).<br />
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-driving an hour to sunday dinner is totally worth it when the menu consists of potatoes, gravy, turkey, yummy fruit, salad, asparagus, and banana pudding parfait.<br />
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-it only takes talking in the car for an hour about your equal love for pokemon, to be able to fully accept another couple into your circle of married-couple-friends.Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02932024603705088754noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-320150257245179252.post-19171172959070950162011-03-09T12:51:00.000-08:002011-03-09T12:51:56.760-08:00Laundry dayBad part of my day: going to do laundry real quick before our soccer game and realizing I needed just ONE more quarter.<br />
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Even worse part of my day: searching the apartment shelves, drawers, and corners for quarters and finding a plethora of pennies, nickels, and dimes, but no quarters.<br />
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Worst part of my day: thinking about going somewhere to get change in quarters, but looking out the window and seeing the sky suddenly decide to start snowing. hard.<br />
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Best part of my day: after searching for 20 minutes, I finally found 1 quarter in my car.<br />
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Who would have thought doing laundry would be so difficult?Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02932024603705088754noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-320150257245179252.post-43176422316513679922011-03-02T21:39:00.000-08:002011-03-02T21:39:46.915-08:00Step 1 to growing up: Join a book club.Yes, my friends and I have put a little book club together. We had our first get together tonight and although it didn't consist of us discussing themes, motifs, and quotes like AP English (and like I secretly hoped it would be), it was still a lot of fun.<br />
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The book was <i>The Red Tent</i> by Anita Diamant. It tells the forgotten story of Dinah, the only daughter of Jacob from The Old Testament. The events of the book follow the events found in the Bible, but give a new light on what the personalities and relationships of the women might have been like. It is full of themes about the importance of family relationships, memories, and motherhood.<br />
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Here are some of my favorite quotes:<br />
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<i><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;">-"We have been lost to each other for so long. My name means nothing to you. My memory is dust. This is not your fault, or mine. The chain connecting mother to daughter was broken and the word passed to the keeping of men, we had no way of knowing. That is why I became a footnote, my story a brief detour between the well-known history of my father, Jacob, and the celebrated chronicle of Joseph, my brother...</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 32px;"><i>It is terrible how much has been forgotten, which is why, I suppose, remembering seems a holy thing"</i></span><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; line-height: 32px;"><i>-"Why had no one told me that my body would become a battlefield, a sacrifice, a test? Why did I not know that birth is the pinnacle where women discover the courage to become mothers?"</i></span></i><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 32px;">-</span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">"I will remember you in the morning and in the evening, everyday until I close my eyes forever. I forgive your every harsh thought of me and the curses you may hurl at my name. And when at last you do forgive me, I forbid you to suffer a moment's guilt in my name. I ask that you remember only my blessing upon you, Bar-Shalem Re-mose."</span></span></i><br />
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Rocky Mountain pros: We would be able to stay near our family and friends<br />
Rocky Mountain cons: I would be in the first graduating class and taking the huge risk of it not becoming accredited. The years and money in school would be a total waste (the first class of every new program has to take that risk).<br />
UNLV pros: It had a great program with great faculty, and we could move away for a couple years.<br />
UNLV cons: I felt bad forcing jake to move to vegas and go to UNLV, even though he said he wouldn't mind<br />
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So it seemed strange, a year ago, when I felt really uncomfortable thinking about going to UNLV. I didn't want to go to a school that wasn't accredited, I didn't want to put my future on the line, I didn't want to take any risk like that. But every time we thought about it or prayed about it we both felt like we shouldn't go to UNLV. i hated that so bad.<br />
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I finally decided to go against what I was more comfortable with, and told Rocky Mountain I would attend their school. I started last May and have really enjoyed it here. I have learned so much and the faculty is great. But that risk has never gone away. The past 2 months we have been waiting to hear the news about whether or not we have a future as Rocky Mountain students and a future as physical therapists. I have been a little apprehensive about all of it because I know I had the choice to go somewhere else; but at the same time I was at peace. I knew we were here for a reason and if it wasn't to go to school to be a physical therapist then it was for another reason.<br />
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The fax came in yesterday: The University is now officially accredited! But that's not all. The day before that fax came in I was reading in the newspaper about past UNLV budget cuts ($50 million in the last 4 years). They just announced on Sunday they have gotten another $50 million budget cut for the next year. They are saying how they are having to cut programs and become a lot smaller of a school.<br />
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I can officially say our prayers about which school to go to were answered. And it was a whole year later that I was able to see why.Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02932024603705088754noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-320150257245179252.post-87096220401589790052011-02-07T15:32:00.000-08:002011-02-07T15:32:33.350-08:00Pray for Hussain<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">I recently got an email from Whitney telling me a little bit more about her friend Hussain. I wanted to share more of his story with you.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">(From Whitney's Email)</span><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">I got a phone call from my brother Hussain in Bergen who</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">through his broken norwegian told me that he has a big problem. The norwegian government is </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">searching for him to send him back to Afganistan. The police have </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">already been to his apartment to try to take him but he wasn't </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">there and he hasn't gone home since.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"> Every day I </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">talk to him and say goodbye I never know if that will be the last time </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">that I will get to talk to him or see him. </span></i><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">We met with him a couple </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">nights ago in the church and he had written a little bit of his story </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">and translated it into norsk so we could read it. I would like to tell </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">you just a little about his life. Ever since he was young his dad </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">would always gather his family around and they would read out of the </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">bible. His dad was a Christian and he didn't like to go to the mosque so </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">he made his prayer house and would hold church there every sunday. His </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">dad was </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">killed by a man because of his belief in Christ. The same man who </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">killed his father made up a story about how Hussain and his brother </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">were actually the ones to kill his father so they had many people after them. Hussain's </span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">brother was killed but he was able to escape to Iran for a time. He </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">tried to go back to his mother but as soon as he was back in </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Afghanistan he was told that people were looking for him to kill him. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">His friends eventually found out that his family had 2 bibles in their </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">house and they all gathered together and stoned and killed hussain's mom and </span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">burned his house. </span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">By some miracle Hussain was able to get to Norway. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">He shared his story with the Norwegian </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">government but they don't believe him and are sending him back. Ever </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">since he came to Norway he has been searching for the truth. He has </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">been searching for the Book of Mormon. He said</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"> if he had to he would give his life the same way his father </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">did for his belief in Jesus Christ. After he talks about all these </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">horrible things that have happened to him he says that he will spend </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">the rest of his life praying for those Christians who are in his same </span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">situation and that he is so grateful that he was lucky enough to be </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">able to find the truth. With everything he has gone through all he </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">does in the end is thank God every day that he was able to find the </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">church and the Book of Mormon that has changed his life. Then he ended his story with a </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">simple sentence, "For all of those who read this, please pray for me, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Thank you, Hussain" </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"> He had tears </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">streaming down his face as he told us about how he has no family in </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Afghanistan, all of his friends there hate him and will shoot him if </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">they see him. He came to Norway and he found his new family in this church</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">. He has finally found something worth living for and now he </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">has to go back to Afghanistan. Back to nothing and most likely back to </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">death.</span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">I will never forget my brother Hussain who's faith is </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">stronger than any I have ever seen.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"> I don't know what else to</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">say except that I love him with all my heart. And please, anyone who </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">reads this....please pray for Hussain.</span></i></div>Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02932024603705088754noreply@blogger.com1