My Trip to Utah

So a few weeks ago my big sister Heidi called me. She said that she was going to be having surgery and wondered if I could come and babysit her and her two children, Emma (4) and Ethan (2). So of course I said, "yes!" Her surgery was scheduled for Tuesday, so I left Monday morning.
I stopped at my other sister Holly's house, in Nampa. She breads Scottish Terriers and had a puppy that needed to go to Burley. I loaded up and left, but not before I noticed how hot that Holly is these days! She is on this amazing diet and has lost 30 pounds in six weeks! Holy cow... She looks incredible.
So off I went to Burley. I met that puppy's new mommy, got a wad of cash for him (breading puppies might be my calling in life) and then got back on the road. I borrowed a few books on tape from my friend Amy and I was listening to one called "Being the Mom". It is so funny. So I was really absorbed in this and didn't notice that my fuel was getting low. Thank goodness for the little *ding* that the car gave me as a warning of a nearly empty tank... At this point I knew that I had about twenty miles to get to a gas station before the car would stop. So, I knew that I had just gone past Snowville. What I didn't know is that there would be a dozen exits ahead, all with "NO SERVICES". Don't even worry. I prayed a lot. And I cried a lot. I was making plans of what I would do when the car finally sputtered to a stop. I never went over 60 mph because my dad said that you get better gas milage when you go slower. There were a few places that were so up hill I had scary visions of running out of gas and actually rolling back down the hill. Then having to walk back up the hill. In the wind. With Whitney and Lucas in tow. I thought of one time that I ran out of gas and some kind of emergency responce vehicle came and gave me gas. I tried to figure out how I could get one of those trucks to come and rescue me, but I didn't know how without actually calling 911 and looking like a complete idiot.
911 Operator: "911- what is your emergency?"
Me: "Um, hi. I'm running out of gas."
911 Operator: "I'm sorry, ma'am, did you say that you are out of gas?"
Me: "Uh, no... I'm running out of gas."
911 Operator: "I'm sorry, what is your emergency?"
Yea, I definitely was not going to call 911 until I was actually out of gas, and was completely sure that I was really stranded. So I was back to praying. A lot. Everytime I could see a sign up in the distance, I would get a little excited, but then my hopes were swiftly dashed by another "NO SEVICES". Aggrivation! So enough suspense: I did not run out of gas, though I should have. I pulled into the gas station in Tremonton 37 miles later (remember I was supposed to run out of gas 17 miles before that) and filled up my 18 gallon tank with 18.09 gallons of gas. Yikes. I think that was a little bit of a close one. I said lots of prayers of thanks.
So I got to Heidi's house a little before 7:00 p.m. Her surgery was scheduled for 10:30 the next morning. At 9:00 a.m., she got a call from the hospital. They told her that her appointment was being changed to 11:30 a.m. Irritating, mostly because the poor girl couldn't eat anything past midnight the night before. So we got her there on time. She called me 15 minutes after I dropped her off and said that they were going to start the surgery for two more hours! I felt so bad for her.
I went to the hospital at 4:30 and had to wait a little while for her to wake up, then I took her home. So here I am at Heidi's house. It has been a little bit of a zoo with 4 kids who are all under 5 years old, but they are having fun. Heidi keeps telling me how happy she is that I am here. I love her so much. I wish that she would move back to Idaho so that I could take care of her all of the time.
Today I am going to try to go see Kaitlin BYU. I don't know if I will be able to, though. Heidi has been feeling a lot better, but Kaitlin has a lot to do today. I would feel pretty bad if I got this far and didn't get to spend some time with her.
I'm going to be going home tomorrow. I miss Nick and Peter so much. Peter calls me occasionally, but I can tell that he would rather be running or playing the wii when he is supposed to be talking to me, but what can you expect from a 6 year old? Oh, I love that little boy.
Lucas doesn't crawl much anymore. I got a few really cute videos. I'm going to try to figure out how to put a one on this thing. (I'm kind of computer dumb.)