Charley the Horse

Provo usually isn't my kind of town. No offense to those who live there and love it, I just start to get a little bit claustrophobic when I'm there too long. Sorry, it's just part of who I am. I was surprised at how much fun I had down there this last weekend with Kate and Jess. I started out great because Jess and I got lost and started taking pictures of ourselves with finger puppets. But, I really hit my stride when I started offering unsolicited advice to people coming out of the dressing rooms at Banana Republic. I don't think they loved me... We went to P.F. Chang's for dinner and to my extreme delight, they have their signature horses OUTSIDE the restaurant. If that's not an invitation to get up on them, I don't know what is. So I did. Well, kind of. They were on these HUGE big platform things and so I had to climb up on that and then I got kind of scared not to mention that Kate and Jess were freezing and not super supportive of my adventure. I can't really blame them - it was cold and I was being a bit juvenile. The hundreds of women who were celebrating Women's Conference weren't amused with me either. Sadly, that tends to increase my enjoyment of any activity. Strange, I know. Well, all was well (at least for me!) until I had to jump down off of said horse. I hadn't anticipated how far of a jump it was and I landed on my feet (shocker!!) but not without jarring my back something fierce. The next few days were followed by inability to sit or stand very long. After a blessing at church (yay for worthy priesthood holders who are ready to go at a moments notice!!) I was feeling better-ish. I really turned the corner and started feeling better when Jen took me over to Clark and LeeAnn's house to use the massage wands on me. Clark cracked my back and as scary as that was - not because of Clark, mind you - it helped and I'm doing much better! I haven't even needed to consume massive amounts of Advil! I think the drama that came after the dismount makes the story all the better! If I hadn't hurt myself (which I always do!) then the story would have faded into oblivion...