weekly 2014.10.5

Some of the highlights this week include: Rachel asking a kid from our Stake to the girl’s choice Halloween Dance, me getting a MRI, Aaron rappelling with the teachers, and Bekah going to "Build a Bear" for a birthday party.

Also, as I type, Rachel just told me that Spencer and Thomas are downstairs going through Rachel’s old yearbooks, looking for cute girls. So there’s that. I suppose we call it puberty.

Let’s start with the party. Yet again, another event of the century as far as Bekah was concerned. She was thrilled with the whole event and came home hyper as can be. Her friend, the birthday girl, picked out a brown dog to bring home. But Bekah, in true Bekah style picked out a white teddy bear with sparkly fur, a hot pink sparkly tutu and pink high heels. Oh yeah, and when you push the bear's paw, it plays, Let it Go. (awesome) Ah, my girl, the next Dolly Parton.

Aaron went rappelling with the teacher’s quorum on Thursday night, just on the mountain here in Draper not too far from the temple. He came home happy and fortunately all in one piece.

Rachel, my daughter who I don’t even recognize anymore, decided to ask a boy in our stake to the girl’s choice Halloween dance. She’s known this boy for years as they've been in all the same honors classes. He’s been hinting not so subtly for a year now that he would love it if she’d ask him to one of these girl’s choice dances. (Just to clarify, this is not the same guy as the homecoming date.) So after making the poor guy sweat it out for an entire year, she asked him. She wrote the letters to her name on candy corn and then mixed them back into the original bag. Then she wrote out a question on a big piece of paper that she made into a scroll. She enlisted Thomas for delivery, and as you can imagine, he was super happy to get involved. Anything that allows him to put on his suit, bowler hat, monocle and a fake mustache, is right up his alley. Rachel decided to stay home so she wouldn't accidentally be seen, so I drove Thomas over to this kid’s house. He walked up to the door and when a little brother answered it, Thomas said, “May I request the presence of Sir. Jon D.” and then heard the brother yell back into the house, “Guys! There’s some weirdo at the door!” Then another sibling came to see, and asked who Thomas was. Thomas replied in full character with his British accent, “I can’t disclose my identity; it would jeopardize the agents in the field.” So the second sibling yelled, “Jon! A secret agent is here!” When Jon finally arrived at the door, Thomas gave him the candy corn and pulled the scroll out of his coat and then walked away. Thomas is such a crack up. Rachel hasn't heard back yet, but I’m sure she’ll get a yes.

I had my yearly MRI on Friday. It’s pretty awful for me and I dreaded it all week. I cherish my independence, both because I just do and because I realize I will not always have it, so I usually drive myself to my appointments. Last year the MRI was so terrible that I could barely get myself home. So this year when I scheduled it, I told them that yes, I definitely wanted the Valium and yes I am claustrophobic, hoping that these two measures would make it easier. And they did a little. It’s just so terrible to lie in that machine that sounds like a combination of a jack hammer and a machine gun going off one inch from your head. It takes three hours, while they scan my brain, my neck and my spine for an hour each. Even the kind lady who was doing all the scanning was very sympathetic and told me that it’s really awful for most people to do three series of scans, and that those doctors ought to do it themselves before they order their patients to do it. Ha. But I do think the Valium helped, so yay drugs. Rachel was my chauffeur since they won’t let you drive when you’re hopped up on Valium. Weird. (ha!)

Over and out.

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I forgot to comment on this, but MAN is that kid hilarious! Way to be awesome, T!

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