Conference hair stages

OK, here are the 3 phases of conference week hair. The first is the bleach which inevitably turns Sugiyama hair orange. Next, we allow other swimmers to play with clippers and razors and the result is always something that should never leave the house. Finally, there is the shave... which every mother is happy with considering the previous cut. I will not miss this procedure which has taken place in our home in various forms over the last 17 years. (Note that coach brother went along with the tradition.)

Toshi Jazzes it up

Toshi had a band concert this week and the jazz band played 2 tunes. I got a snippet of both but the second is my favorite. Note that he was in the orange hair stage of the swim drill. He is now bald and I'll make a blog entry of the heinous stage inbetween.

Anonymous love notes

Tosh got a car full of love notes the other day (note the thrilled look), but he still doesn't have a date for Fling which is in a couple of weeks.

Dad Joins the Smurf Club

Dad was a 'vision in blue' as he prepared for his stone blasting experience. But as you can see, this was more of a happy experience for him as he knew that he would be bypassing much of the pain of passing a stone that big.
From past experience, I went down to get something to eat as he was in the recovery room. Imagine my surprise as I came back 20 minutes later with my container of food, the lady told me that he was already awake and in a room!
The hardest part was getting him to stay home and recuperate the next day. He only has over 300 sick days left and they shouldn't be used frivolously!

The blazer ABLAZE!

Another lesson...another awesome face :)

So, while preston was in las vegas the muffler rusted through on the Blazer and it was MEGA loud, but we really didn't want to shell out the money to fix it, so preston just drove it around town, hiding his face as he pulled into the hospital. During the drive back to Utah he noticed a burning scent coming into the car. He assumed that the exhaust was seeping through the old, thin, rusting floor of the car and continued driving (with the windows down because it was so cold out!) Needless to say, when he arrived he WREAKED like he had just been on fire. Everything in the car smelled horrible and we had to leave all the doors open for 2 days and drown it in fabreeze before we could even get in it again.

I told him he was lucky to be alive, but that statement rang even truer tonight when I went out to find Preston's blood pressure cuff (I tried to donate blood the other day and I was REJECTED for low blood pressure. The guy said it was 74/60, which is totally ridiculous, so I had preston check it tonight and it was completely normal...) The seat was down in the blazer and it had been down since preston was in Las Vegas. I lifted the seat slightly to grope underneath it for the cuff and I touched something that felt crispy. When I pulled my hand out it STUNK BAD like burning and my fingers were all black. I ran inside for a flashlight and went out to find THIS in our backseat, which is all that remains of my intramural blanket, provided by POWERADE (our sponsor). Apparently at some point between las vegas and provo my blanket caught fire and preston just kept driving :)

SO...IF YOU EVER SMELL BURNING IN YOUR CAR, DON'T ASSUME ANYTHING, PULL OVER AND GET OUT BECAUSE YOUR CAR MIGHT JUST BE ABLAZE :)