Friday the 23?

Yesterday might as well have been Friday the 13 instead of the 23. It all started as soon as Mike woke up. He went outside to go start his truck and he hadn't realized that it had rained the night before leaving everything with a thick layer of ice. He stepped off of our porch onto the sidewalk, slipped and fell right to the ground (just like in Home Alone). He landed on his right elbow leaving it swollen and painful for the day.

I called him around lunch to see how he was feeling and to see if he was ready (we eat lunch together everyday). On Mike's way to pick me up, my brother called and wanted to meet up for lunch. As I got into the truck I told Mike we were going to lunch with my family. I might as well have told him I had gotten fired. He was SO mad. Nothing against my family. It was very clear that he didn't want to go to lunch with anyone that day. I made him suck it up and we went anyway. By the way I had a great time!

After lunch we headed back to work. I had only been working for about an hour when Mike called. He had sliced his finger open on some duct work while he was drilling a hole next to it, and needed stitches. He asked if I would go with him. He doesn't handle pain, blood, or needles very well. We got to the hospital and there was a huge line in E.R.. Come to find out there had been several accidents that day. and not to mention 3 other people ahead of us in the waiting room. The lady at registration told us to have a seat, it's going to be a while. We waited for an hour, then they finally called him back to Triage, looked at his wound and I filled out all the paper work. After Triage we went to another waiting room to wait for another hour. They finally took us back to the E.R. room. From there it was another hour and half. He ended up needing 3 stitches, it was right across his knuckle and went clear down to the bone. The doctor was concerned about the stitches ripping open so the wrapped his finger up to point that he can't move it. Mike also wanted me to mention that the shots hurt like H-E-double hockey sticks.

Thankfully the rest of the night was drama free. We spent the rest of the night at home watching movies. We even had pizza delivered. We decided making dinner would be too much of a risk.

What the fox hat????

The other night about 11:00 we were laying in bed and my phone rings I am thinking who in the world is calling this late. It was my neighbor and the conversation went as follows:

Mike: hello?
Austin: hey whats going on?
Mike: nothing much just getting ready to go to sleeep.
Austin: did you get a dog?
Mike: What? no
Austin: there is a dog in the back of your truck!
Mike: uhh you think you're funny. did you get me a dog for the back of my truck?

(at this time i get out of bed to look and sure enough there is a small animal staring out the back of my truck)

Austin: We just got home and saw it, it scared the crap out of us. It almost looks like a coyote or something.
Mike: well i don't know what the heck it is. is it alive?
Austin: it looks like it is to me!
Mike: come outside with me and we'll find out what it is.

I hurried and threw on some clothes and headed out the door. I see austin has got a broom. In my state of fear, and it being so late I thought it was a good idea and grabbed my broom too. We got a closer look and sure enough it was a FOX. we whistled at it and tapped the truck like a bunch of wussies to see if it was alive. NO MOVEMENT. Austin got up the nerve and poked it. rock solid. It was frozen. Well the fear was gone and my neighbor and I were left holding our broomsticks like a bunch of morons. Someone pulled off a hell of a prank.

I started thinking who would have left a dead animal carcass in my truck? We had gone to the neighbors house across the street the watch Utah play in the sugar bowl. Walking home brad (my little brother) was parked out front of our house. I assumed he had come over to talk about the game.

Well just as i thought. It was brad. I called my parents house, my dad answered the phone (fully knowing brad had left a dead fox in my truck) I asked for brad and he told me he was in the shower. so i told him what had happened. He started laughing so hard he would have had to of fallen off his bed. He told me some guys had come down to the shop (one of whom is austins bro in law. coincidence) and told brad they left him a present in his truck. brad thought it was so funny he decided to share it with me and my neighborhood.

All in all we had a great laugh. the next morning i decided to take a picture of what had caused the upset the night before.

Against all odds

They have done it!!!!!!
The only team in history to make it to a BCS bowl twice, and once again they have won against all odds. They played an amazing game no excuses it was all utah. Best game ever.