My body decided a 3-day weekend just wasn't sufficient, and a 4-day weekend would be more adequate. LOVE sick days. Also. Every SINGLE time I'm sick, people immediately ask me if I'm pregnant. Just to be clear, I'M NOT :) Sick days have their benefits though... now I can catch up on the good ol' blog.

I played event hostess last Tuesday morning where students had an opportunity to mingle with UVU's President Holland over a pancake breakfast. Well... they vaguely resembled pancakes. Descriptions of said breakfast item varied between two extremes: painfully crunchy and soggy cardboard. But, if I have learned one thing as a student, it is this: college kids will eat anything if it's free. And I mean anything. Pancakes with the President was a wild success, and the Dean of Students is still singing my praises to anyone who will listen. Highlight of the event: President walks up and says "Hey Hayley, what's the game plan?". I wasn't wearing my name tag. Always a good sign if the president of your university (with 30,000 students) knows you by name. I'm clearly going places in life, right?

I was asked to join the Community Health club presidency this week because I'm just not busy enough, right? Still debating on a course of action at this time. I also became the newest member of the UVU Special Olympics club. They are in the process of creating a UVU Special Olympics team right now, so I'll be helping to head that up. So excited to start working with special needs kids again, as I haven't had the opportunity to do so since working with Karlie during my senior year.

Clark and I had a reunion with Caitlin (my roommate from last year) over frozen yogurt Wednesday evening. It consisted mainly of girl talk, with Clark nodding and interjecting some comments every once in awhile. I miss that girl. Also, she's crushing on a boy so I'm hoping that a few double dates will follow! (That's a hint Caitlin. I know you're reading this...)

Friday through Monday, we were being fill-in parents up in South Jordan for my mom and dad, who were living the hard life on a cruise. Saturday, we met up with Dan and Callie for lunch at Settebello, an authentic Italian pizzaria in downtown SLC. They import their flour from Italy, they had a wood-burning oven handmade by artisans in Napoli... You would have though Clark had died and gone to heaven. It was DELISH. Highly recommended. Sunday night was Bryant's birthday... HE'S THIRTEEN. I'm getting old... Anyways, on Sunday we made his favorite dinner (ham balls) and invited the grandparents over and had a little party.

Meet Bryant... classic.


 He doesn't like cake. He likes pie.
And we got creative with the candles... each pie adds up to 13 haha.
















Mom and Dad got home around 9 on Sunday, and they made us ALL jealous by telling us about their fabulous cruise and how fun it was exploring Book of Mormon ruins. They brought me Mexican Vanilla though, so that MORE than made up for it. I'm telling you, vanilla from Mexico is fabulous. Let the dessert making begin.

It was a great weekend. But alas, all good things must come to an end. We lost a valuable member of our little family on Monday.
William, the beta fish.
He was a good fish and lived a full life of two years. He was a survivor, and once went 11 days without food during our wedding/honeymoon. (PETA, if you are reading this, it's ALL Clark's fault...)
After that comment, I got curious if PETA actually "protects" fish as well... 5 pages of links to articles on their website. Good grief.
Anyways... William... enjoy the fish tank in the sky little buddy.