So, its official. I have officially been moved into the Larsens house. woot!. I do have to say that my room is A-dorble because of quilts, and other odd decorations -- oh yeah, and my HUGE bookshelf that I love and it has all my delightful books that I love and random decorations. Yes, random. I have many random things in my room. party.
anyways,
so the mom of the host family is DeAnn. From now on, she is DeAnn. deal. The father is Ron. I think. and he makes the most rare steaks ever. like not "wow, thats rare and priceless" but like "wow, that cow could still be moving rare." except its delicious. I still love my daddy's bloody steaks better :D yum. oh, also, the Larsens don't like cold steak the next day. I mean, what the heck?! Cold steak with salt on a Sunday morning...YUM. Oh, and by the way Krista,--- they don't put ketchup on their steaks, -- i mentioned it and they about threw up :D haha
anyways,
Jessica Larsen is the girl my age. She's pretty funny. I like her.
ok
so
I've been here for like 11 hours. Tops. And I've already hit my hip with the car door as I was shutting it, ran into a bread display (weird) at Great Harvest, oh, yeah, and I have broken one of their glass cups...
yay for klutzy laura. :D
But yeah, so far so good.
I"ve even been babysitting today in St. George. :D And the little four year old has voice control problems (I love you Erica) and he also pooped in his pants...hmmm. His mom said he had trouble being a "big boy.' HAHA. it smelt nasty, and we didn't think to check the four year old -- we just kept checking the baby and she was clean so we had to endure the smell of poo all night. Delightful.
Rock on
