The Amazing Nichole

Yesterday was the most clumsy day I have had in a very long time. I had a hole in my lips, no reflexes and no balance.

Tricia, Logan and I went to lunch (at 3:30, so I don't know if it is still technically lunch at that time) at a great place called Hug-Hess a German restaurant here in town that we love. It has this great chicken pasta salad with this amazing raspberry vinaigrette, to die for! Well in adding the dressing, which comes on the side thankfully, I went to shake it and the lid was not all the way on. Needless to say it went everywhere. All over the table, booth, floor and mostly all over me. So I am sitting there drenched in vinaigrette, then I spill my water all over myself. Then later, ice cream down the the front as well. Tricia and Logan laughed so hard each time something else happened that they were all most peeing their pants. Almost. The begged to take pictures of my misfortune and I declined. Then Tricia sneakily took a picture to which I chased her down the stairs and fell. I should have just stayed in bed.

While there are only pictures on Tricia's camera, you will not see them. I will not share that total humiliation more than I have. Instead enjoy the difference in how my friends think.

Sunday, Continued and Other Stuff

So, I realized that I might need to expand on a few things that happened Sunday and in the last few days.

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So when I tripped over the curb, there was a hole between the grass and the curb, since the curb had be laid on a few days before, and I went boobs first into this hole. So imagine me, legs sprawled on the pavement, stomach on the curb, boobs in a hole and arms and head in the grass. The guys were laughing to hard to even know how to begin to help me. My knee is still swollen and all torn up from it. I have road rash on my arm too. I realize now how bad skinned knees hurt. Not fun! So after acting as a crutch for a while, I did receive a piggy-back ride at which point, by no fault of his own, my pants which are too big anymore, were falling off. So my shirt is riding up, pants falling off, and garment bits hanging out. I was completely excited about that chance to share that part of me with the world. I seriously was so embarrassed! Between falling, and that, it was not a good night for me.

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In other news, I got my car back from the shop and headed to Logan's house for guitar hero the other night. Left about midnight, 12:15. Logan had gone right to bed, keep this in mind. I started heading home and things were totally fine. Then, about 7 blocks from home, in a less than great neighborhood, at 12:30 at night, my car just stops. Completely stops. I turn it off, let it sit for a minute, then try to restart and it doesn't. In the mean time a bunch of guys stood on the sidewalk just watching me. A single girl in a disabled vehicle. And my cell phone battery is about to die. One of the guys comes over and asks if everything is OK. With doors locked, windows up, I say yes and start texting everyone i know. I send one huge text to everyone letting them know where I am, in hopes that someone is awake and can come. No response from any of the 20 people I texted. I start to get more nervous as multiple guys approach the car. They ask again if I am OK and try to open one of the car doors. At this point I am frantically calling people, but no one answers. They start making some rather crude comments about me and trying to open car doors. I am trying desperately to stay calm, and stay on the phone, knowing that the battery is about to die. I called the police, but I still had to wait for them to get there and things had gotten worse since I first called. The crude comments turned very cruel and sexual and I was in tears praying like you would not believe! Right about then, Logan pulls up in his truck, looking half asleep. He sees what is going on and steps right in.

I was so shaken and upset. I am so grateful for Logan and what a great friend and brother he is to me.

After a blessing and getting my car towed, I calmed down. I have never been more scared in my life. I really thought something was going to happen that would have been a big problem, but my Heavenly Father loves me and sent a tired and half asleep Logan to my rescue.

It has been a week of lows for me. Falling and looking like an idiot in front of friends, car problems and trying to get the voices of evil men out of my head. But, in the midst of it, my sister has her baby and that is wonderful. Isn't it weird how that works?

24th of July, Sort Of

Well here in Utah we celebrate the great holiday, the 24th of July. While the rest of the world goes to work and lives a normal life, we party. The background is that it is the day we celebrate the pioneers who came across the country in wagons, with handcarts and walked it. We celebrate the determination and strength they had to trek all the way out west and settle the lovely place we call home.

Every year we have a big celebration the week before with the Utah symphony playing and a huge fireworks display. This happens a block from my house so we put cones in the road and driveway and save spots for friends and then part take in the festivities.

Yesterday was that day.

We had a group of about 12 of us who went over and played games until it got dark, swap is the game we played and it is one of our favorite card games. Then we watched these lovely fire works.

It was a lot of fun. I managed to get one stunning picture of the fire works.

And what fun is fireworks with lots of friends if you don't take pictures? So here is my gallery of friends.

From left to right: Jason, Nick and David

Above: Logan and I Below: Jason and I

Melinda and I, we have to get a picture of the roommates! I love her.Jason and Danny wanted a picture together because they were feeling left out.

The next part of this story is not so much fun. On our way back from the fireworks I tripped on the curb and fell face first. Everyone laughed but I just laid there feeling like a complete idiot. In the end I bruised up my shoulders and chest, got road rash on my forearm and knee. My knee was killing me so one of my friends walked me across the street and then piggy backed me home. It was super nice of him and it didn't hurt that it wasn't horrible to have to hang on tight. But it still didn't help the fact that I felt like an idiot.

After all the leg issues were taken care of, alcohol applied and band aids carefully placed, we started the first and roasted marshmallows. It was so much fun to just hang out with friends and enjoy being together. I have some great friends people! So what if I will get teased forever about tripping over a curb? In the end I say it was worth it.

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So, this week my car has been in the shop trying to track down what triggered a check engine light and I have been borrowing my roommates car while she is on her honeymoon. Nice how that worked out. Well her car is a stick shift, which I grew to love on an old Honda, while my grand am is automatic. Not a big deal until I had to drive my bosses ginormous Toyota Sequoia the other day. Not that it is a problem I have driven big cars plenty. I pull out of the the garage and can't figure out why the break petal is so touchy. 15 blocks later on a busy street it suddenly hits me that if I was using my RIGHT foot in wouldn't be so bad. I had gotten used to the stick shift and was trying to use two feet to drive. And the killer is that it took me 15 blocks and being on a busy main road to figure that one really dumb thing out. Sheesh.
Also, we are set to get our first heat wave of the summer this weekend, our first 80's! I know most of you have been enjoying warm weather for a while but it is our first and I am excited! Shorts are calling my name.