Weeny K Turns 30 (Again)

Remember this scene from Star Wars? Because if you asked me how my throat was feeling when I woke up today, this wouldn't be a bad analogy. But my new basketball came in the mail! Needless to say, life is very good.

A lot of my classes were cancelled this week. I woke up later and ran some basketball drills at the gym. I got to talk to Greg and Derek and Tanner in some of my free time. I fixed my hard drive so it is compatible with my Mac (much easier said than done). I took a Therapeutic Modalities test (90 multiple choice questions, 20 minutes). I played around with a TENS unit on my friends, basically electrocuting various body parts for educational research, physical benefits, and fun. I watched Miss Congeniality with my roommate, Lyndsie, which I think doubles as research for my self-defense emergency preparedness videos. Lauren (ATS) and I went to the men's basketball game against Alaska, which turned out to be a decent game despite a really rough start. 

Friday I had a romantic taco dinner with Mallory Layton (romantic because of the scented candle I lit) that ended with pazookies. Then, because Mal has an open invite and because I'm Naomi Hutchins and I do what I want, we surprise visited our old mission president/wife, P./N.Roney. I love them a lot. We chatted and watched part of the football game and just basked in their presence.

As you know, the first installment of my emergency preparedness videos are well underway. Here are the pictures and teaser trailer to prove it. (Coming soon to a theater near you, as soon as several other vital elements can be filmed.)

And guess what? It was my mom's birthday this week. As per tradition, that means I get to post terrible pictures of you on the internet. Get ready. Because I'm the only person in our family that can probably do this for you.

Scary Mary hair though.

Sorry I only get you reading.

And wearing the same shirt.

There it is again. Remember when I dressed up as you
for Halloween? Then dad pinched my butt and things
got awkward real fast.

So sweaty. Thanks for taking me to Israel.
Even though it was 50% a joke.
Glad you understood.

Dad's face after he wears a boot for so long.
You married this guy.

And again. 

Here you are driving! Just don't hit a mail truck, lol.

I mean, these pictures really aren't that bad. 

This one I had to zoom in real close.

Then you've got that weird eyeball thing.
Can't even eat one without you freaking out.
And yes, it did taste better than that olive.

Well that's where I get my rosy cheeks from. 

Looking real good, Weeny K.

Do you even remember this? Where did I even get this picture?

We look real good. Except look at my ankle. Should have gotten those braces after all.

Thanks for handling human parasites in your body for ten years and then dealing with human leeches outside your body for another twentyish. I'm glad you're my mom even if you have weirdly specific rules about my college experience and you dirty all the doorknobs in our house whenever we leave you there alone. Thanks for helping all your kids (except for maybe Greg) to be ridiculously overconfident and generically good at whatever we do. Thanks for forcing me to play the piano but not forcing me to wear dresses. Thanks for thinking that I'm funny and sometimes being ok with the fact that our family would prefer to poke each other in the butt to hugging. Love you lots. K bye.