New Calling!

Yeay, I finally have a calling! I am an extractor for my stake. I get to read really old census records that have been scanned onto the computer and then I type the names down. It is part of the process of geneology work as well as it gets the temples names(after a few more steps that I don't have anything to do with). Allthough, some of the names are strangly written so it takes a bit of guess work to figure some of them out. Others are a piece of cake. So sunday I learned how to do it, and got my log in id and password and all that, though I do have to say I need more patience because I was getting a bit frustrated with the elderly man who taught me and logged me on. I think I might need to slow down, and enjoy the sceneery more.
I am in a new ward, I don't know if I mentioned that, and so I have a new FHE family. I am not impressed. First of all none of our brothers want to be there, just because they don't want to be there, also they all(except one) have the mentality of high-schoolers, today I thought they were going to actually make fun of one of my more exuberant roommates and I was afraid they might have gotten mauled by at least six very angry females. It is one thing to not want to go because you don't want to go, but quite another to not want to go because you dread the experience of meeting with your FHE brothers and dealing with their emotionally draining distainful attitudes not only toward the institution of FHE, but also toward all of the people there. Grrrrr. But I am being good and I go, and at least pretend that I enjoy it, and then when it is time to go I can leave and feel no obligation to stay and "hang out" or any such thing.
I believe it is about time for me to get back to my homework. Sorry about the rant on FHE.

Back to School

I have returned to school!!! I have 17 credits this semester so I may not post much. I have the feeling that my pathophys class is going to be quite time consuming. After the first week of classes I believe the rest of my classes shouldn't be quite as bad. I mean I'll have tests and such, but I have the feeling this patho class will have me studying as much as I did for my nursing classes (gasp) I know sooo much studying. (note: nursing classes required 8-12 hours of studying outside class per test) I have a good ward this semester. No calling yet, though that probably has something to do with the fact that my the relief society president (who happens to be my roomie) was just called and has not yet told the bishop who she would like to have as her counselors. So no other RS callings have been filled either. We'll see what I'll be doing this year.
Yesterday I went to IF to see Ben run, and I took Megz with me. She was at first sceptical when I said that XC was the best sport even if running isn't your favorite past-time, but after talking to my mom, and hearing the XC story from the last race then watching the race and of course cheering Ben on, she believed me. She actually said that the energy was what was so great about it. Everyone has this great energy.

STORY
OK this actually could go on the family blog, but I remember it now so I'll just post it here
At the star valley race after the team had rested a bit, the boys were looking around and couldn't find one of their teamates. He hadn't crossed the finish line yet, so all the boys team went back out to the course and ran well over half of the course again running in this teamate. He is generally slower than the rest, but the whole boys team was out there cheering him on and running again. After you give your all to a race, running is not the first thing you would normally think about but because there was one of their teammates missing they went out and brought him back in. It was a great story. Mom said she and my aunt were almost in tears watching it. AHHHH.

Grrrr

Greetings from Victor. Yes I have returned home, briefly. Though it was quite the obnoxious time to get here. Tuesday we(My roommate and I) planned to come up in the morning so I could help dad a little bit on the farm in the after noon, but my car wouldn't start. So after thinking, well maybe its the battery and having one of my FHE brothers come over and try to jump it, we decided that wasn't it, so of course I called my dad, and he said, Uncle Doyle was comming out to get grandma's eyes checked, and that he would stop by and see if he could help. He came, and said,"I dunno what's wrong with it." and towed me to a repair shop where we left the Jimmy and rode back to Victor with Grandma, Uncle Doyle and Esther. Wednesday we gave blood, all of us old enough except Ben, 'cause he's in XC and coach would get mad at him. Then I went and moved a line of pipe out of the way of the swather(that was exhausting with 1 pint less blood than usual). Then I went to back to school night for mom, 'cause she was at round table. Whooo, thursday I went on the swather. The old one. After fixing guards and sectoins several times I finally shut down when one of the sections on the knife head broke and was making it difficult to cut the all ready heavy and leaning hay. Dad and Uncle Gayle hauled the entire knife out of the header, and the goal is to replace the rivets with bolts so the sections are easier to replace next time. Today I woke up, sore and stiff, and after a little bit of moving around I finally got so it didn't hurt quite so bad. Then I packed up and got readyu to head back to Rexburg, 'cause we intend to head back with Uncle Gayle when he goes back. Though he was out on the swather first thing after they fixed it this morning and mom had us go and wash and vaccum her car while we waited for Uncle Gayle to decide he is ready to go home.