I might have puke for brains

Our weekend was so fun. I ran for the first time in months (more walk than run but I'm proud of it).  We got called to the nursery in our ward.  Which apparently is the most hated job in our ward for some reason?  Some of the women in our ward are child haters.... So now I work with kids 6 days a week. But I love nursery. So its ok.
Today though.
Today has been rough for us.
I work with kids with autism.  Most days are not a walk in the park. Some days are more rewarding than others.  Today was an extreme mixture of both. Mostly rough. With some good.
I can't go into detail.  But.  Basically.  I cleaned up a massive amount of puke with no thanks. Not only that I was told that the child was not sick and they were offended that I was not over enthused about staying.  I don't mind puke. But really...?  I was so incredible frustrated by how inconsiderate the family was.
It was just an abnormally bad day. There was a bunch of really weird little things as well.  But. Blah.

So here's a video of the temple. We went two weeks ago for our friends' endowments and it was so pretty.  So. Yeah. Today has been bad and here's a temple.


 

My name is Indigo Montoya. Prepare to die.

So.  I am mad.  One should not blog when one is mad.  Nonetheless.

My name is Indigo Montoya.  You rejected me.  But now you have rejected my brother.  Prepare to die. 

The only school my brother applied to rejected him.  Straight As.  Robotics club. Language all four years.  Sports for two.  AP classes and honors in any place possible. 31 on the ACT. Why did he get rejected you ask?  Well I have come to the conclusion that BYU no longer values academics.  Rather they value sports over everything.  Every single person he went through school with that was academically minded was rejected.  Those who focused more on extra things and not on school were accepted.  Which happened my year as well.  Its whatever that they rejected me.  That's ancient history.  I'm not that smart anyway.  But my brother is so smart.  He might even rival my mom for intelligence. (Those of you who know my mom know how big that is.)
I'm mad for him.  There is no formula to get into that school.  Except to care more about your sport than your classes.  Every other school has a formula that will get you in.  This school seems to be more chance than anything.
I'm a little but furious on his behalf.  I know he'll end up going somewhere way better after his mission.  Provided he doesn't go into the military... But still.  I just wish this time they had accepted him because he deserves it.