A colonoscopy, water aerobics & scuba divers...

You may wondering how all of these lovely things relate...I will begin!

A few weeks ago Lars had to have a follow up colonoscopy due to some issues (without going into great length). Anyway Dr. Batista is "happy to report" all is well in Lars' colon. Really is he happy? Well, on Lars' game day I was invited back into the recovery room with Lars. He was groggy and just waking up. The nurse then invited Lars to "pass some gas" so that he could go home. She then proceeded to close the curtain and left us alone. Lars within moments, eyes wide open in disbelief, ripped off the loudest, most earth shattering, blast of gas you have ever heard! Another nurse immediately whipped back the curtain to exclaim, "Well, aren't you just a show off!" She was laughing so hard.

Then another one came from who knows where to exclaim, "Could you stop making my patients feel badly that they can't explode like you?" Needless to say, Lars was a shining star, one of my proud parent moments, and didn't let the group of nurses down by letting more monster blasts off. I was so glad to leave and take him home. I won't tell you that as he got out of the car, heading up the stairs, I noticed a wee bit of to trusted a fart mark.

So how does this relate? Last night I went to my water aerobics class. The teacher was ginormously big, but the chick never put on a floating belt. She was able to tread water for one hour and was faster than any of us. The best part was there was a scuba class of 3 men going on at the same time, but on the bottom of the area that we were doing laps over the top. Do you think they looked up? It was creepy to have the bubbles burst in your face, wondering where they were, and were they going to run into us?

A fellow teacher happened to be in the class. She finally screamed, "I can't take this anymore. It is too wierd! I am sick of their bubbles."

Of which I encouraged her, "Kathy, why don't you send down your own bubbles to them?"

"If I had that kind of power I would!"

At that moment I wished that Lars - post colonoscopy - was with us. And that is how it all relates.

Olympics now and then...Bob Costas rocks!

The opening ceremonies of the olympics were hands down awesome! Beijing has out done themselves and set a standard very high. I remembered SLC's opening...I thought it was spectacular too! Then I started to remember the fun at school, the play production, the songs, and yes....my boyfriend Bob Costas calling me on the phone at school!

Here is the story:

I knew that our school Olympic Musical was fabulous...rings, torch runners, cauldron burning throughout, flags of all nations lining the sides of Viewmonts auditorium, children in the five Olympic colors, Rings, props, a slid show I created with all of the students faces shining in it, the principal ( a woman) in a tux for the night, and yes, a gi - normous flag that came down from the ceiling at the rousing patriotic song at the end!

So with my confidence that we/I are/am the best...I (my people) called Bob Costas' people. I told them (and also wrote a compelling letter) that he needed to come to our show which was one week before the Olympics. I knew he'd be in town and what a great opportunity for him to rub shoulders with the little people.

Well, everyone at school had a laugh at my expense, thought I was nuts, and chalked this letter/call off to another Peg is crazy moment.

The day of our program I was in teaching...here is the conversation as best as 6 years ago can remember.

Overhead speaker beeps into my classroom...

Jan (secretary): You have a call on line 4.

Me: Can you take a message? I am in the middle of something.

Jan: Oh, I think you want to take this call immediately. It is very important!

Me: Fine.

I walk down the hall to the little room that held the phone.

Me: Hello, this is Peg.

Bob: Hi Peg! This is Bob Costas calling. How are you?

Me: (Acting all cool, but shaking) Great! How are you doing?

Bob: Super! I got your invitation to your program tonight. I love to attend these kinds of things. It sounds like it is going to be wonderful.

Me: Stumbling, don't know what I said.

Bob: I would come, BUT, I have to meet with Mitt Romney, and the other IOC members in a huge meeting or I promise I would be there! It would be the one night I can't slip out!

Me: The fact that you called is huge to us. Thanks for being so personal.

Bob: I am staying in the blah blah hotel downtown. (Did he want a secret liasion?) Would you tape the program and drop it off at my hotel so I can watch it?

Me: Of course we will! (Shall we meet over dinner?) Thanks for your time and good luck the next two weeks.

Bob: Thanks for your hard work and tell Tolman Elementary I wish them the best of luck tonight at their program.

And then it was over...

I will always be a Bob Costas fan. I will always take important calls at the expense of my class. I will always go out on a limb for things I think are important.

Yo ho, Yo ho, a fire fighter's life for me...

The little Larsy Poo finally came home from his great adventure Monday night. He has been gone for 3 weeks fighting fires in Northern California. It seems that his crew had a bit of sightseeing along the way. They saw the Redwoods, Yosemite, served food by convicts, a bear, majestic scenery, smoke, fire, and more smoke. We are glad that he is safe and home again. Here are a few snaps...

Half Dome, Yosemite (Lars with beard...oh it is all on his neck!)

Lars ascending up to the "summit" of Half Dome...

they made the descent into the forest with head lamps...El Stupido!

This is a 17 mile hike, 10-12 hours long. They started it at 2:30 p.m.

Laying the hose down...