There is nothing better....

than watching your grandparents play the Wii.

That is what this afternoon consisted of after we ate our hearty Christmas meal. Trying to teach them how to play tennis, the difference between the "B" button and the "A" button, not to throw the controller through the screen, and get competitive was just the icing on a wonderful Christmas cake.

Papa Gould is really good at playing the Wii however, because at the old folks home where he lives they have competitions. Good way for them to work out and get those bones movin'. I believe that this one will probably be a tradish at the Gould house.

Another tradition that just gets me is when every year on Christmas Eve we ALWAYS sing karaoke. Don't ask me why....we just do. Who gets into it more than the dad? No one. Who is the best singer?? Not dad. Love him, but not dad. He loves to do Earth Wind and Fire in his highest vibrato voice....always a good time. Not only that but he will sing down there for an hour after we have all gone to bed enjoying the night down on the couch croonin' the night away.

Anyway, I loved Christmas and being home. It was so fun, and I have been dying to give my presents to my family! Loved it. Hope yours was quality also!

I should have more little girl stories starting tomorrow....I have some good ones left I think you may like.

Definitely Blog-Worthy

So the other night, me and my dear roommate Lindsey were still moving her in and we decided we were going to fit in my little twin bed (it's been done many times). Sleeping like babies, 4:00 Am rolls around and *crash!* *smash!* *slide!*....slides off my bricks and the bed frame breaks in half. No joke. I am glad we didn't die and it was close. This woke me up from a most fabulous sleep and I was sure ticked. Linds was ticked as well, but after we had our anger moment we sure had a good laugh. I can't tell you how funny it must have looked as we slid off that little bed that was much too high.

Also I am FINALLY home. So good to be with my fam, favorite decorated tree, scuddles, smells of cinnamon and orange, caramels, Mom laughing so hard her nostrils flare and her eyes water....and she can't get out what the heck she is laughing about...then I laugh so hard my nostrils flare and my eyes water and we look like a bunch of crazies who don't know what we are laughing about, Dad putting in his 2 cents about everything you say...every friend, and every friend's relationship, the comf couch, snow (which when I left St. George it was a blazin 60 degrees...not exactly Christmas weather), lights (St. George also lacks decent ones), stayin up with Gooster watching stupid Youtube vids and laughing while OUR Asian (not really) puff eyes and nostrils flare (Hannah's are much bigger than mine and she loves to show them off in every picture), homemade gifts, and lots of good times and loves.

Hope you have the Merriest Christmas of all.

P.S. I get to work with all the crazy old folks at my favorite nursing home in the whole world tomorrow on the Eve of Christmas. Can't wait to see Imogene and the Gang.

Old people make me happy.

I have this patient that I ESPECIALLY love. She is hilarious. She is little and sweet and will love you until you are so full of love that you will never be lonely again.

She wears a bright yellow shower cap to shower in and makes little grunts ever step she takes.

About every two minutes she will smother you with kisses on your cheeks, rub you face gently and repeat over and over again, "you sweet little darlin'! I love your sweet little darlin' punkin China-doll face sa-darn much! You are Heavenly Father's child."

So I reply, "I love your guts so much!"

- "You love my what?"

- "Your guts!"

- "Well, what does that mean!?"

- "It means that I love you so much that it goes clear to your guts!"

- "Well! Is there song for that?"

- "I don't have one yet..."

So there she sat buck naked with her hot pink lipstick and bright yellow shower cap as she sang her own, "Love your guts, love your guts!"

Gosh I love her. She is so sweet..and funny. Can't help but chuckle with her!

On my way home on wednesday for a much a needed break! Not only that but I get to work at my other old folks home in American Fork this break with Tom, Imogene, and all the rest of the crazy clan. I will have good stories I am sure! More soon.

Some sound advice from Nel Talley...

Today was our monthly Visit the Elderly with Service Council.
LOVE them.

I met another really great Virgininan....remember this lady from my other old folks home?

Well, she was also fiesty and from Virginia and I love her also.

Today Nel Talley told me never to sleep with a man before I am married. She gave me what she called the best advice she could ever give a young person (because she was married 3 times...never divorced. They all keeled over she said.) Ready for it??

"If they'll do it with ya, they'll do it to ya."

Whatever the judd that means. I guess I'll take it. You can bet I am going to visit her a whole lot more. I can't help but fall in love with an oldie, guess that's why I think I'll always be a geriatric nurse.

More later.

End of the semester grumpies.

I hate them. Hate them with all of me. I feel like this:


Here are a few of the reasons why I want to punch everyone during this time of anger:

1. Everyone else has the end of semester grumpies too and so we all want to punch everyone else.

2. I generally have the tireds and zero drive to do anything, yet so much to get done.

3. Work always somehow needs you more when your classes are more intense.

4. Finals. Enough said.

5. Everyone in student government is sitting on pins and needles trying to finish out our last big events and is also very grumpster.

6. I just want to play. And so does Lily but I can't. This drives me crazy.

7. People (i,e, Cam, Kass, Todd, Jess, and everyone else in the world) get married at this time and it cramps me to watch them go.

8. I get really on edge because I am not 100 percent sure on where my grades stand.

9. Time to start on a nursing application. Enough said.

10. I always run out of groceries at this time and don't want to buy more because I am going home. This means rationing out crap food and eating out too much.


Boooo finals. Boooo classes. Boooo trying figure out where in the judd life is going. Two weeks...I can do anything for two weeks.

I have a baby now.

I really do! I picked up this sweetheart today...it was meant to be.


I was driving down River Road today (which is one of the busier, if not the busiest streets in town) on my way to see a patient. Cars all around me started slamming on their brakes, swirving, and tooting their horns. I look in the street and see this little black mop of a puppy running circles in the middle of the street. I figure I will just pull over, get her, and then take her to her owner. I called the cute little pup over to my car and she hopped her shaky little body onto my lap and licked my face. Well, I look, and no collar. I ran to my patient's house and decided, welp, she is never going to the pound so I am gonna keep her. Don't worry people, I called the pound and told them if anyone called for her to call me. I am secretly hoping they won't. I am in love. Love, love, love. Yay!

Awkward Family Photos.....yeeeees.

Hahaha,,,,, i love these.