Ramses Is At The Par-tay

Lauren's wedding was a success! 

Stand out moments for me:

1.  Playing with the babies in the visitors center for two hours.  I haven't had to watch all three of them at once before then, but it was seriously so much fun wrangling them from here and there.  And in all honesty, I cannot wait until I can do that with my own kiddos day after day.  Seriously, in an ideal world I would have a house full of babies right now.  {Remind me of this in five to ten years when I'm worn  to the core.}

2.  Seeing Lauren so happy once she came out of the temple was so special to me.  It's something I've been wanting for her, so needless to say that was pretty important.

3.  The opportunity to just talk with my momma in car rides back and forth from the venue {and delivering flowers to neighbors afterwards} was so needed for both of us.  Love her.

4.  The entire Fielding side of my family came down for the wedding, so after Lauren & Brandon had left for the night all of us ran back to the dance floor.  My cousin Alex was the DJ for the night and all of the girls are hard core dancers so it got puh-retty crazy for the next two hours.  Although the true highlight for me had to be seeing my aunt trying to sing "call me maybe" to me, and watching my {new} cousin Hillary cat daddy.  The best.

Props to my amazing momma who pulled off an amazing party!

A Series of Fortunate Events

After I blogged what I thought was a series of unfortunate events, right then a series of very fortunate events followed.  The funny thing is though, that these fortunate events would actually be very unfortunate events had I not had those extremely minor unfortunate events.  I was obviously being prepared for the weekend to come.  Confused yet?  Maybe I should stop explaining and just get on with it.

1. Right after I pushed "publish" on that blog post, my momma called and said that she and pappa would be right down to pick me up after all!  Yay!

2.  I took my test, and didn't do my best, BUT then I remembered that out of the 5 tests in that class {not including the midterm and final} the lowest grade is dropped!  Hallelujah!

3.  I got to Park City, eager to help out by babysitting my niece and facilitating the care of my broken kneed brother.  That night at around 4 in the morning {okay so morning} I was abruptly woken up to hear my sister in law Moranda on the phone with 911.  My brother was on a combination of some heavy pain pills, got up, the blood rushed to fast, had an anxiety attack, couldn't feel himself breath: a combination of things that sent him into uncontrollable convulsions.  Okay, so that is definitely not a good thing but it gets better.  While listening to Moranda describe the convulsions on the phone, my body went out of control.  That intense description put me in shock.  I was shaking, experiencing the most extreme vertigo ever  {I get migraines, so it wasn't the first time} and was literally on the floor because I couldn't handle it.  BUTTTT then I finally got control of myself and was able to manage to not pass out while they wheeled him away to the ER.  Mom and I were then able to stay up with Violet despite little sleep which is so fortunate.  Ultimately they were able to stabilize Clark and change his regimen before anything serious could take place.  Blessed!

4.  That night I was helping my Momma cook dinner.  Tasked to open all of the cans for the chili, I began on a can of beans.  Both ends of the lid somehow remained attached, so I began to pull it and BOOM sliced my ring finger.  A few expletives were uttered and my dad whisked me to the ER for stitches in a matter of 5 minutes, a record time for him.  Okay, so this isn't very fortunate either, BUT it gets better.  The entire ER visit was comical really.  I was expecting to just get it washed out and stitched up within the half hour.  Nope, I was there for four hours.  I had to get my Tetanus shot.  I had to get X-Rays.  I had to get it numbed.  I had to get it cleaned out.  Said vigorous cleaning out also cleaned out all of the anesthesia.  I felt every single stitch.  BUTTTT I was totally fine.  Even though I can't handle when other people get hurt {once I blacked out in seminary after hearing my teacher talk about donating blood...} I have a {and I'm not bragging here} very high pain tolerance.  I've had many an injury growing up: stitches in crazy places {you don't want to know}, broken appendages, head traumas, 10 sprained ankles, shin splints, too many ear infections, and of course my blasted migraines.  So even though I can't handle others, I can darn skippity handle myself.  Fantastic!

5.  Because of my "bad day" on Friday, I got the negativity out of my system and kept high spirits during the real traumas of the day.  More shiz went {and continues to go} down that is vey personal and not for the blog {what? she doesn't spill everything? it totally seems like she does? oh the humanity!}, but again I was able to forget about my "problems" and work through the arising situations that came.  Success!

6.  My lost iPod & student ID were found and returned to the ski resort!  Miracle!

7.  It stopped snowing just in time for Momma to drive me down the canyon in time for class tomorrow without scary-icy-windy-roads!  Hurrah!

8.  News flash, it's not about you.  I mean it's not about me!  It is about you...  Okay now this is confusing.  Essentially, let's not be selfish!  I definitely need to work at it, and this weekend was a complete learning experience for me.  I only hope that I can help out with everything that is still going on while finishing my finals the best that I can.  Stronger than yesterday!

P.S.  I'm totally typing with a stitched up finger right now.  Boo ya!

P.P.S.  2011, what a year, am I right?

P.P.P.S.  The dinner Saturday night was delicious, and there was no finger in it thank goodness.

P.P.P.P.S.  I tell ya, be grateful that you have functioning un-shattered and surgery ridden knees.  My poor poor Clark.  It really is so devastating.  I would post a picture, but that would be too heartbreaking.

P.P.P.P.P.S. Be so very grateful for your families.

P.P.P.P.P.P.P.S.  Want to see me after the ER in a very haggard state?  Apparently Mommas iPhone believes in reduced hairlines and triangle noses...

You're welcome.

The Thanksgiving Photo Album of Sorts

I feel like I should write a general account of all that happened over the course of the break, but I kind of like leaving it this way.  It was so blissful, why complicate it with words?  Though I should add this, my brother Clark busted his knees afer going off an icy jump at the Canyons.  He just underwent surgery, and more operations are in the future.  He is in sooo much pain.  But he's making sure that everyone knows it's because he's "young and reckless" not because he's old.  Le sigh...

And on that note, I hope you appreciate your knees today!

Sooo Much

Well a lot has been going on lately.  And when I say a lot, i really mean a lot.  Like a lot.  Here we go!

First and foremost, yes, I did get accepted to BYU!  Everything is really falling into place and I am realizing that this really is the best decision for me.  So many things testify of it's perfectness as I think about it more and more.  I just hope that I can bear the winter!  Which I know can't but I at least hope I can learn to.

Last Thursday we had a volleyball game against the Mesquite-os and went straight to our Nike Tournament of Champions "kick-off dinner" if you will.  WNBA and Stanford volleyball and basketball player Candice Wiggins spoke to us.  She was pretty funny.  We also watched all the new Nike "Boom" commercials, all of which feature Morgan Beck hitting.  During all of this, I got a text from Clark-- they were at the hospital.  The baby was coming, and two weeks early too!!!  I was literally freaking out, so excited I couldn't contain myself!  

The next day I was up bright and early for our tournament.  Still waiting for any news of the baby.  We rocked the tournament, winning every game that day and playing so well.  After I went to the football game and caitlin's for waffles and funny conversation.  Have I mentioned before how much I love drum line?!  Cause I most definitely do.  They are the best part of my friday nights. 

Oh, and baby Violet Bryn was born at 4:26!  

oh  just Paige and I being legit.

 Our cool picture standing by our numbers ruined by these ladies that couldn't get a clue... Ees okay.

Oh you know, just me being cute.  Sike.  But i love how large my kneepads look.

Milani's camera is cool.

I love creepin' in pictures with Hannah and Blake.

I LOVE YOU DRUM LINE!!!

Waking up bright and early once more it was off to finish the tournament.  We made it to the finals of our division, Diamond, playing sooo well.  And then we lost in 3 games.  We killed them the first, then their star player with a wicked topspin just happened to be in the front row the last five points.  So we lost by 2.  But overall a great tournament for us.  I also loooveee the bus rides around this time.  The weather is just beginning to chill, the windows down, ipod in listening to Portugal. The Man and Drake (awesome combo...), laying down with my legs up against the opposite seat.  It really is the best feeling in the world.  

Then I walked into chaos the second I got home.  Crunch time before the party!  So Breck and Steve threw this amazing Halloween dinner party for some of their married friends, and recruited a couple of my friends and I to help out.  Up until the guests actually arrived at 7 we were all working our bootays off with the finishing decor touches and preparing the first course.  Flashback*  So the night before Breck, Steve and I were setting up and Steve had this awesome idea of people coming to creep out of the groves and scare the guests.  He was so happy about it and got all excited.  I just said, "too bad I don't hang out with boys".  Little did he know, I recruited some guys to come and creep!  So the night of, I let Breck in on my little secret and coordinated with them the time of their attack...  Back to scene*  Caleigh and Savannah were hard core at making the mashed potatoes, and then we ran out of butter.  So I called my neighbor Ashlyn to borrow a couple sticks.  Not being able to drive out due to the bajillion cars, I sprinted down to her house to find about twenty guys in morph suits and Ashlyn standing outside with the butter, freaking out and sooo confused.  I was dying of laughter-- these morph men were my creepers!  Conrad (my ring leader) did good.  I ran back with butter in hand and grabbed my camera to prepare for the creepin'!  Watching for signs of the boys, suddenly, I kid you not, Conrad literally jumps over the bushes and rolls out secret agent style onto the grass.  Then Jill and Karissa (Breck's friends) scream bloody murder as the rest start messing with them!  Needless to say Steve was pleased.  Or at least I thought he was.  The night was a success from the good food, to Breck and Steves hosting skills, to the Dance off.  Even though it was a lot of work to put together an appetizer, salad, soup, main course, and desert for 30 people, and then serve and pile in the dishes, it was sooo much fun!  We just had the itunes going, took some pictures in between, and watched the shenanigans outside.  Each of us five girls even made $23.50, which I am so embarrassed about, because these people need it more than we do, being starving law/ medical students and all.  Oh, and Breck should be a designer thats how good everything looked.

And this is only half of the plates... 1-800-CATERUZ.

 The lovely hostess behind one of her cute centerpieces

 Mashing like 3 thousand pounds of potatoes.  We literally pilled them on everyone's plates-- hilar.

We ate the leftover spinach artichoke dip.  It was delicious. 

Conrad and Alyson.  Yep, a girl.  When I saw her I was like, he has lady parts?  So funny.

 Morph men.  Minus a few.

 Max and Monson were oh so creepy

 sky- watermelon, cay- peter pan, han- nerd, nat- blair waldorf, sav- 80's chick, cait- genie

So Skyler has this fetish for knives... 

We <3 Lauren 

Great night, great night.

The lap dance...ulll...

Our dance... which is super fast?! and off of the sound!  kinda funny that way, baby i like it.

The next morning I boarded a plane to Orange County to meet up with my parents and see little Violet and her new parents!  She is the most beautiful baby.  She has the darkest head of hair and I couldn't stop calling her "honey".  It really didn't hit me even as I was sitting their holding her that she was real!  I love love love her.  She's so sweet and just yawns and coos, she seriously has a good chance of being a singer.  She even made me cry because she was crying when I changed her diaper.  We were able to help Clark & Moranda check out of the hospital and get settled in their apartment.  Which the nursery is adorable-- sea foam blue room, cute little monster dolls and adorable crib.  She is going to be so spoiled being the first grandchild on both sides.  Unfortunately, we had to leave and back to Arizona we went.  P.S. the OC airport is the coolest little airport ever.

 Violet!  Look at that hair.

 Soo in love.

 With the new papa.

 Baby Baby Baby Ohhhh

So content!

Monday after team picures we practiced at the sand volleyball courts, which may or may not have been the reason for our PATHETIC & EMBARRASSING loss against Gilbert on Tuesday.  I literally slipped out the back after the game and cried the way home because I was so embarrassed.  So many people came and we sucked it up.  Like BAD.  Oh, and I got answered at the game.  While we were waiting to start the third game, Jordan, Scott, and I didn't see who the other guy was lifted up their shirts and under was written Y-E-S across them.  Cute, too bad I was in a bad mood aha.  Wednesday was senior night and we won.  All of our injured girls got to serve in the game and it was so sweet.  Love them.  Thursday was the last game of the season against Gilbert.  We held our own in the first game, but that team is probably going to take state.  Or Desert Vista.  Anyway, we were rockin' it on the bench:  "Sick on three, one two three SICK!" and  "All we need is one pass, ooh, ahh, say wha?  All we need is one pass..."  Then I looked at the pictures my mom took after the game and just about died.  You see, I had lost like 7 pounds after getting my wisdom teeth out and was sooo happy.  I just felt great and awesome and amazing.   Buuuttt i gained it all back.  WHHHHYYYYYY?  But now that volleyball is over, I can officially rid myself of that extra ten pounds and face full of acne, hallelujah sing praises of joy!

 Me, EMG, Meggie, Cait, and Kami J.

 love them.

Team lovin'

Toros or die.

Padre and Madre.

Friday we held our annual halloween practice.  I could not find anything to wear.  At all.  Last minute I grabbed my dad's old and ginormous trench coat, an old hat from his mission, and called myself Sherlock.  Whateveaaa.

Volleyball has been so good for me.  I sometimes wonder how my life would be different if I would've ran cross country at Mountain View like my mom urged me, but despite my body issues that increase with volleyball, its been so good.  I've made so many friends from all over the state, learned how to push myself and become better, became conditioned and a team player, had awesome coaches and parents, and most of all such fun memories with my teammates.  Toro vball 4 lyfe.

Tonight, (well yesterday night), I jumped in the shower, threw on the easiest costume I had, 80's, naturally, and went with Caleigh, Kelsey, and the cutest girl/my new friend Paige to a party out at a hanger in Chandler.  Much better than last Halloween!   Ahaha love them all.  Only thing is I lost my camera.  Blast.  But a nice terrorist dressed man who was working the party promised to call me if he found it after the party was all said and done.  Now I wouldn't normally trust a terrorist, but he had the picture of the Mesa Temple on his phone and his name is Zach sooo I think I'm okay.  Even though I always feel like an idiot at parties because I definitely can not dance, they are so fun.  They even used to be my only weekend activity in ninth grade!  Now don't be confused,  I've been the girl that dances funny all up on the grind train and been keepin' my crazy ever since.  Holllaaa.

paired with my acid washed shorts and shiny shoes.

Happy Halloween!  Or as I call it Holla-ween.  

If you haven't noticed, that's my favorite word as of late.

And for a laugh~

Happy Halloween from the Fielding Children!

Clarks character is SO him, same exact dance moves.

I warned you this post would be long...