So, this last weekend was a sweet one. And by sweet I don't mean sweet. I mean ridiculous. I left work early on Friday to go to St. George so I could get all ready for the Painter's half. I stopped in Nephi on my way through & had my tires rotated at Harmon's. That Trent sure is a good man. I stopped & dropped Stewy off in Fool Creek so she could play with the big dogs & then went on my way. I was almost to Parowan and my back tire blew out. So I pulled over & started changing it & was almost done when Creepster McCreeperton stopped to help out. Wow, was I stoked to see him. Let's just say I'm glad I have a concealed weapon permit. I just kept waiting for him to start beating with me with the tire iron. You'll be glad to know he didn't.
Regardless of a crap filled Friday night, my weekend got much better. Megan & I decided at about 5:00 on Saturday evening that we might as well take a trip to Vegas. We have become friends with a couple of Dallas Cowboys players, and I'm not kidding about that at all. We met up with them at The Bank in Bellagio & danced our butts off. It was so much fun. Except for when some random girl licked Megan's face. That was weird. We kind of felt like we were in the movie The Hangover because we woke up Sunday morning and Megan had two black eyes. We couldn't figure it out. But man was it a good time. Lucky for me I woke up with zero injuries. Just memories of dancing with Marion Barber, Sam Hurd, & Roy Williams.

After talking every single day for the last two months & getting to know someone more than I thought was possible in such a short period of time, I'm proud to say I am the girlfriend of a soldier in Iraq. And I couldn't be happier. Well, that's a lie. I could be happier. If he was home I'd be way happier. But I'll take what I can get. He comes home in a few months & I think I'll probably just take a week off from work so I can spend time with him. That's not creepy, right?