I've come down with something

Dear Neil Diamond,

I can't eat. I can't sleep. I cannot take off my Neil shirt. "Sweet Caroline" is on constant replay in the back of my devoted mind. I can't keep on with this. I have responsibilities. School. Husband. Family. Something has to be done. I've got to scratch this itch. Perhaps just one more concert will do the trick. My family seems to have recovered. During Christmas you only came up a few times. I had to keep reminding myself to play it cool. I can see it in Linda's eyes. She is suffering as well. Please return. I need you. 

Your #1 fan,

Che'Lyn 

P.S. What kind of WD40 are you putting on those hips of yours? Im-press-ive

I'm BaCK!

There is snow on the ground, the sun is still shining, my husband needs a haircut, I have 14 recorded shows on my Tivo, the garbage needs taken out, the fridge is completely empty, and I missed all of it. One week of my life that I can never get back... And I wouldn't want to! Finals are over! I have to admit, it was really rough on me. Some of my finals were VERY tough. After my physiology final I felt like I had been bludgeoned in the face. But none of that matters anymore, I very well just ruined my 4.0. But, I can't take it back... and now I get to join the rest of the world and celebrate Christmas! It's good to be back! 

This is how you know...

When it's finals week! 

MiNnEsOtA

So for Thanksgiving Landon and I headed on a road trip with my parents to Duluth, Minnesota to watch my brother, Colby, race his snowmobile. It was such a fun trip! 18 hours there... 18 hours home... talk about family togetherness. My parents are so funny and Landon and I got a real kick out of being around them for 7 days straight. My Mom has got my Dad trained, that's all I have to say. 

When we arrived at Duluth, we met my Aunt and Uncle and Colby for Thanksgiving dinner. We ate buffet style in this restaurant that spun so you could see Lake Superior. It was really an amazing view, but quite the strange way to celebrate Thanksgiving. 

Saturday we went to the track and waited, and waited, and waited and waited for Colby to race. It was fun though and we got great seats indoors so that we didn't freeze all day. 

The track was overlooking the lake and it was gorgeous. All of this snow was man made. 

Here my little brother is riding onto the track with his mechanic to get ready to race. I would get so nervous for him! I know this is important to him and so I wanted him to do well, but mostly I was super paranoid about him getting hurt. 

The starting line 

Here's colby coming over the finish line on his last race. I'm really so proud of him. I know that so many little kids say they want to be astronauts, doctors, firefighters... or snowmobile racers. I also know that it's so rare for them to go for their dreams. Colby always knew what he wanted to do and has really fought to accomplish it. I love you Colby, don't forget about me when you are famous. I couldn't end this post without giving props to my parents... who beat us time and time again at Spades. They are by far the most ungracious winners I have ever seen. They insisted on calling us "losers" the whole trip. My Dad, who is the worst singer ever, even wrote his own little jingle about it. Jerks. Just wait until Christmas guys, you're smoked. I'll leave you with a picture of my Mom on the ride home. What a crack up. I love you guys so much and Landon and I really had such a great time hanging out with you. "Shootin' the moon are ya?!"

That's the Spirit

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