What have We been up too?! Well . . . I think I'll start with my Memorial weekend.
Scott for my Birthday had bought tickets to go see Les Miz! One of my top five favorite shows! Seats where ok, for the amazing price that He got them for. The only reason I would of wanted better seats, was cause Scott had never seen it, and I wanted his experience to be as amazing as the show is. He said that he still enjoyed it, and would see it again. Also because it's the 25th anniversary (and my 25th birthday, cool huh?!) they had redone the stage work on it, they had gotten rid of the turntable! not cool, that was like the best part! in my opinion. But in their defense, they had a really cool effect for when Javert, jumps off the bridge! It is still an amazing show! turn table or not, and well worth the money!
Right after the standing ovation, my phone was ringing, it was my Mom . I knew something was up, she was sending me cryptic texts most of the evening. Scott and I hadn't even made it down the stairs yet, let alone of the building, before I was in tears. Mom had called to tell me that my Bucca had passed away, Not even 15 min before she called. So if you've seen the play or read the book, you know that, Jean Valjean dies in the end. So I'm sitting there watching this character take his last breath, when in reality someone I love, and miss so very much was doing the exact same thing hundreds of miles away. My family had agreed not to tell me anything, because they had wanted me to enjoy my evening. Which I am alright with. Because my last visit there was a good one, Bucca, knew that I loved him, and I know that he loves me. In the end, I think that's all that matters, to me anyways.
We said our last goodbye to Bucca a week later. on June 2nd.
Grandma, is a trooper. three weeks later (give or take a few days) she went on tour with my parents, down to the Manti pageant, and to St. George to the Tuacahn amphitheater. they stopped and had lunch in Provo, Scott and I meet up with them there, and let Dad buy us lunch. (thanks Dad!!) I try to call Grandma once a week just to chit-chat about nothing, but mostly just to see how the other one is doing. I love my Grandma so much, my heart aches every time I call, I wish so much that I lived closer.
Scott, had taken one class this summer block, English, not one of his favorite classes but it still ranked higher then math with him. But between seeing the play and the funeral. All of which He needed to do extra credit for. He still passed with an A- !!!! pretty amazing I think! I couldn't be any more proud of him!
Rocky and Molly, Rocky as always has been a good dog. Molly is ever so sweet, but boy! can she get into trouble! there is something every week! Just yesterday she got in the trash and licked the mayo jar all but clean. BAD DOG!! she's has since served her time and back on her sweet behavior.
Me. still working hard at the office, and having fun riding my scooter most days now. Scott and I go out on scooter-cycle rides, I would say twice a week. Up to the reservoir, out to the lake, up Hobble creek canyon, or just out in the country. I love my scooter! and spending time with my Honey out on the open road. :)
Life is good at the moment. Tough and never fair, but still, life is good.
