Spring

I'm so happy it's spring. . . but I'm even happier that tomorrow at this time I will have finished my national board exam. Kinda scary! Wish me luck.

Oh yeah here is a picture of some of the tulips from my yard. . . sigh. . . I love spring.

Germaphobe

Have I become a germaphobe? Maybe. . . but am I justified? I do believe so. I went to a local grocery store with my mom and little sister on Saturday and watched as the lady slicing the meat in the deli talked on her phone with her gloves on. . . . scratched her face with her gloves on. . . adjusted her apron with her gloves on . . . and then proceeded to slice meat with her same gloves on. I might have even noticed that the pinky finger had torn through. Now let me ask. . . . are you serious? That is disgusting!! We might have stopped at customer service to complain about our disgust.

Update on the lice: I didn't contract it. Lucky me!!

My Good Deed

Joseph and I have been working with a less active family in our ward and their little 8 year old girl has really taken to us. She rang our doorbell about 5 times this morning so we invited her in for breakfast. After breakfast I invited her to come and do her hair with me (she is a little bit dirty - like dirt on her hands and face). We tried combing out her rats nest hair and decided it needed a little bit of conditioner. So I washed her hair over the tub and as I was combing out her wet tangled hair I noticed a few little bugs near her scalp. . . . LICE!!! Run for cover!! (Disinfect everything. . . or throw everything out. . . or move. . .I can't decide which) I finished doing her hair and politely asked if she had ever had lice of which she replied no. Then I quickly sent her on her way and disinfected my combs and hands as quickly as I could. GROSS!! I've been paranoid all day that I've somehow contracted lice and I'm itching all over. . .I've never had lice before and the thought of it makes my skin crawl. My good deed in helping my little friend comb her hair out for the first time in months has now turned into my worst nightmare. I thought I would kill the lice even if I don't have them but the pharmacist strongly suggested not placing the insecticide (lice treatment) on my scalp with out the bugs. So now I just sit and wait and have Joseph pick through my hair every five minutes like two monkeys sitting in a tree. . . well enough from me I need to go shower again!