I DO love Springville

too. It really is beautiful. I never thought I could live in a small town (and I've only been here for about 2 months) but this place is adorable. I love driving to and from church on Sunday because the houses and buildings are so old. And I can't help but wonder about all the things they've lived through. And every time I run here I can smell the freshly cut hay and see the sky so well. I wish I could describe it better.

I got on today to tell you that I re-realized yesterday that attitude makes a difference. This week has been colorful for me. On Tuesday night I was working on a group project in my last class at school and I got super frustrated. And I started to tear up. And I had to take a walk to calm down. This is weird because although the tears are unleashed during poignant movies and Relief Society, I don't usually cry in the Clyde building (tears on campus usually happen in the Wilk-once- and the Lib-also once) (or the walk back to the Riv-hundreds of times) My point was supposed to be that I don't cry a lot. Maybe I do, but heat exchangers and smoke stacks are rarely the catalysts. I was a little weirded out, but I pulled it together. Wednesday was worse. Some dumb stuff happened at school which would make anyone mad, but make anyone SOB? In the middle of class? With 8 other students? Yikes. I packed my things politely and walked out because I could not take sobbing with 8, 21 year old boys.

Sisters to the rescue. This time I sobbed (outside the Wilk) for an hour plus. Then couldn't go to my next class, or work, and I couldn't control the tears. It was a physical thing, and something I'm not used to. But I will deal with it, because that's what women do.

Thursday my poor niece was sick as all get out so I tried to do a little rescuing. I hope I helped. Later that night I got sick, and threw up a good 4 times throughout the night and could barely walk in the morning. So I stayed home Friday even though I was really excited about some research that needed to be talked about.

Saturday was spent in the Clyde doing that project. 11:30am- 9pm. I visited Bri and Cath afterwards (if Brian trys to tell you he had FIVE gotchas, don't believe him for a second) then went to get Becky and we were late to the see the fireworks show here in Springville. We parked at some random elementary school to watch them half-way through to the end.

As much as I hate giving travel logs there it was. On the way back from the fireworks show (and a trip to Taco Bell and Burger King to get all the items we wanted- TB doesn't have diet coke, I'll never understand) we talked about how this week and that whole day and night would have been so crappy if we were mad we were late for the fireworks. Or if I was mad I couldn't stop crying, or throwing up, or that I spent so much time on my dumb project.

If I had let Brian get to me when he pretended to have gotchas even though he thought Lauren Conrad was part of the The Refugees with Wyclef Jean (try and explain how that turned into 5 gotchas on ME) then I wouldn't have had such a fun time watching Cathy play with my phone the way Annabelle plays with my phone when I visit.