More bloody noses and Justin Bieber

Yesterday I played parametric.

I got a call that a little three year old boy took a fall and got a bloody nose. I immediately put on my parka, filled the pockets with tissues and tromped out onto the snow, looking for a bloody boy and feeling very much like a mom.

I found the only kid that had blood streaming from, well, his forehead to his chest. This was quite the bloody nose and this little boy had quite the set of lungs. Have you ever tried to walk on powdery snow in tennis shoes for more than a couple of yards? It's tough, especially when you are carrying a 50 pound screaming boy in the most awkward way possible as to not get blood on your own clothes. So I plopped this little boy in a sled and pulled him all the way to the edge of the snow where I then felt like a paramedic, a mom and a fireman as I carried this wailing, blood-streaming boy up a hill in the Colorado altitude. When I got to our building I wasn't wailing but I was wheezing.

A half hour later of "You're okayyyy" and "You're so brave!" and "I just need to wipe your nose just one more time" the boy stopped crying and started coloring. He then started bragging about his bloody nose.

That evening the roommates and I took a trip to Wal Mart and got all sorts of Christmas decorations...and a Justin Bieber poster. Which, by the way, is pretty much just a joke and used to deter any boys from liking us.

And then today I think I've made two friends who could be really good friends. I'm able to be real with each one and hold solid conversations. And if you know me, you know that that is the way to my heart. So thank you God, for good conversations with good people.

Oh, and of course, thank you God for the beauty of Colorado. Here is a picture of where I was skiing on the other day.