Terable Studnt

It's 1:00 a.m. and I am still avoiding my homework. I have become a terrible student. There are only 3 or 4 weeks left in the semester, but I am so frustrated with the classes and just want to throw the computer out the window. I was talking to my mom the other day and she said that the reason I don't like this is because I am not "passionate" about it. She's probably right. I am "somewhat interested" in what I'm doing, but that doesn't really help much. It's summer. I'd rather be hanging out with Molly and James, the rest of my family, or at my grandmas. I have been doing a great deal of those things, which is great, but it leaves my homework until late at night. Then, late at night becomes early in the morning and I generally don't have much to show for it.

Here's is tonight's project: http://sites.google.com/site/usbinggeli/home
It's pretty rough, but I'm working on it.

Here are two anecdotal true stories for you today.

REJECTION:

I picked up Willie from football/summer seminary today and then headed over to pick up Parker. On the way to Parker's house, we passed Austin walking home. Willie said we should sneak up on him and offer him a ride. I did.

Me: Hey Austin, do you want us to drive you the last 30 steps to your house.
Austin: Sure [he begins to move half a step towards the car, notices a baby seat in the back seat and returns to walking position]. No, I'm fine. Thanks, though.
[We drive off.]

Me: Willie, does having a baby mean that your sister is no longer cool and can't give your friends a ride?
Willie: I guess so.

[Conversation ends with a discussion about the uncertain coolness of mom, also, after making Willie and Ricky-Bobby listen to an Elton John tape a few weeks ago during the drive to basketball camp.]

JUST THE SAUCE, PLEASE.

[Phone rings]
Lady #1: Hi Haley. How are you doing? I signed up to help you take a meal to that family in our ward tomorrow. It's you, me, and Lady #2. I thought we could either do spaghetti or chicken and rice casserole.
Me: Let's do spaghetti. I'll do garlic bread and a salad and Lady #2 can do a dessert. How's that?
Lady #1: Well actually, I might have to go to the airport to pick up my son-in-law and I probably shouldn't do the main course. I might have to take my part to someones house earlier.
Me: Ok. No problem. I'll do the spaghetti, you do garlic bread and a salad, lady #2 can do dessert still.
Lady #1: Sounds great. Bye.

[3 minutes later]

Lady #1: Hi Haley. How are you doing?
Me: Um . . . fine?
Lady #1: Well, I called Lady #2 and . . . why don't you just do the sauce.
Me: Um . . . ok? You don't want me to do the noodles?
Lady #1: No. Just the sauce. Lady #2 will do the noodles and dessert.
Me: Um . . . ok. Bye.

[Next Day]

Lady #1: Hi Haley. Are you ready to take the dinner over to the family? Well, I can't get a hold of Lady #2 to see if she's ready and I don't know what to do.
Me: Well, Lady #2 is very dependable and it's not like her to not follow through on something. I'm sure she's ready and will just meet us there.
Lady #1: Well, I actually haven't talked to her all week. I just left messages about the noodles and garlic bread [Me thinking: I thought she was doing dessert?]. I wonder if she's out of town. I didn't even think about that until just now. What are we going to do?
Me: No big deal. I have some spaghetti noodles, so why don't I just hurry and cook them. It will only take a minute.
Lady #1: Wait. Let me run over to Lady #2's house and I'll call you right back.

[5 minutes later]

Lady #1: Hi Haley. How are you doing? Lady #2's house is locked up tight. I think they must be out of town. What do we do?
Me: Ok. I started boiling some water already, so I'll just do the noodles. It will just take a few minutes and then I'll meet you over there.
Lady #2: What about garlic bread? I'll have to run over to Harmon's and get some bread.
Me: Ok. Whatever. Bye.

[This was the strangest and most complicated dinner-for-someone-in-the-ward I have ever done. Oh well. Once we finally got it there, the people seemed appreciative, so that was good.]

L. James Binggeli, RN-BSN

HE PASSED!!!!!!

James took his nursing boards exam - the NCLEX - on Friday, July 2nd. The results were supposed to be posted today, but he checked last night and . . . . HE PASSED!

James is officially an RN. He has a license. It has a number, an issue date, and an expiration date. YIPPY!! Congratulations! We are all so proud of you! We knew you could do it!

Next challenge? Find a J-O-B.

Change the bed

Have you heard of "Where's Waldo?" How about "Where's Molly?"

Meanwhile . . . here is a picture of a baby in a little bed.

Later that day . . . the baby met a bigger bed

Here is a picture of the new nursery (still in the corner of our bedroom). Basically, it's a crib and changing table squished in the corner. Nobody puts baby in a corner (name that movie!). Oh wait, we just put the baby in the corner. We'll see how it works.

I See . . .

I See . . . Your True Colors Shining Through



Was it because it was Sunday?
Was it the bow?
Was it that the bedspread was in the dryer?
I don't know what caused the screamingness, but oh well.

4th of July

The 4th of July actually began on the 2nd of July this year (and according to the m.c. at the Logan Fireworks, the 2nd is the day Independance was actually declared, the signing of the document took place two days later, on the 4th, and this is a run-on-non-sentance with a lot of commas).

We started celebrating with Mary, LaRon, and Alicia (thanks Alicia for the pictures since we didn't have our camera) at the Logan Fireworks. I think we have been to the Logan Fireworks for the last three years. I guess that means we have been every year that we've been married.

After we got there, I realized that we are probably stupid parents for taking a 7 week old baby to the festivities, but Molly survived ok and we had a good time. Alicia brought a small flag. The small girl held it in her small hand and looked very patriotic. She slept through the first 20 minutes of the fireworks, but during the last 1o got very squirmy and a little upset. I'm not sure if it was the loud firework booms in the sky that caused this or the small flatulence booms on my lap that caused it. Either way, she got pretty upset during the end. After a diaper change, though, Molly thought the stroller ride back to the car was the best part of the whole night. And, as a good baby should, she transferred from her carseat to her bed at 12:45 a.m. without a peep and stayed right asleep.










On Saturday the 3rd, James went to float down the Weber River with his dad and Alicia. He said he had fun, though a large rock gave him a sore ankle and rear end. While James was in the river, Molly and I ran a bunch of errands and then headed to Grandma's for festivities at her house. My mom and dad spent the 4th of July in Boston.