Sneezes, sandwiches, and bullrides.

I have fallen in love with Hogi Yogi. For real. I grabbed a sandwich on the way to see Kristen to borrow her calculator for my math final tomorrow, and I honestly think that's the best food I have eaten in a long time. This is a humongous compliment from me, because I hate food. 

Anyway... the moving out process is taking longer than I thought it would. Mostly because I keep getting sick and halting the process of more trips back and forth. Yesterday I was supposed to be finished, but I also had to do my share of cleaning for the apartment cleaning check. That took pretty much all day. By the time I was done, I'd been slapped with a sudden cold and had a headache the size of Texas from all the cleaning fumes. Ugh.

Anyway, I did get about half my stuff moved over to Angie's, finally.  We got the bed moved down into my room and I spent my first night there trying to thaw out after going to see PBR live in Cedar City. 

Who ever thought a professional anything would come here? But they did, and there were actually several local cowboys who rode. It was so cold... I love rodeos, though. It's half excitement and half cringing in sympathy for some poor cowboy being tossed around. The second cowboy out of the chute got his chest stomped on and had to be taken to the hospital. Another one got taken in because his arm got caught in the girth-rope and he couldn't get loose from the bull after he'd been bucked off. His shoulder was dislocated. Another one, the bull caught up with him after he'd bailed off and tossed him about five feet in the air. Fun stuff, rodeos.