Saturday, November 28, 2009


The BYU is playing that school north of us today. I am starting to get nervous sick. I love BYU so much, its insane. I am not attending the game today because it just means too much to me. I am recording it and watching it later so I can stay calm and collected. When I watch the cougars play in LaVell Edwards Stadium I totally feel the spirit.

I love BYU so much and hate the color red enough, I get physically ill when I see it. A previous boyfriend loved that other school. I remember walking home with him one night and we got into it over the rivalry. He just couldn't see why I wouldn't hold his hand walking up 9th East while he was wearing that awful sweatshirt in that awful color and that awful logo. I ended up walking home by myself - willingly. I wasn't about to compromise my morals and judgment or he would have won the argument. Obviously we broke up and as I was walking away, sobbing and lonely after the break up, the first thought that came into my head was, "well at least I don't have to marry a Ute fan now." Aren't I horrible? I mean the sadness was there big time but that glimmer of hope about marrying a BYU fan actually did help.

I just need to say how much I LOVE my BYU! I love everything about it. Not just the football team but everything. I love that I was able to go to school there. I love that I am from a cougar family. I love that my nephews know more about BYU football than most grown-ups. I just love it, okay?!!

Wednesday, November 25, 2009


I work pretty hard. Not really hard, but pretty hard. I like my job and I make a bit of money doing it. I just had this revelation that I was raised in a household that worked really hard and played really hard but how am I ever going to be able to do this for myself? I have had some good playing in the last year but I want to go up it - a lot. I want to go to Israel and Egypt this summer. So in order to play that hard I have to work that much harder. But its not like the harder I work at Orem Junior the more they pay me. Nope, that's not how teacher salary works. If it did however, I think the social studies department would be the highest paid people at the school! So in essence I suppose I am just whining about being poor, missing when momma and daddy were home and spoiled the crap out of us, and wishing I knew how to get an extra $3000 so I could do my Holy Land trip. Any suggestions? Don't even try telling me to sell plasma, not gonna happen. And if your suggestion is to not shop for expensive things I don't really need and save money I will be the first to tell I have tried this and I am not very good at it (hence why I am typing on a brand new Mac I just bought). It's a skill set I was not naturally born with.

Friday, November 20, 2009


Its my birthday today. I turn 24 years old in just 47 minutes (because I was born at 1:07am). I just feel kind of weird about this. I don't like birthdays because there is too much attention on me. I am the personality that likes to sit back and watch things, NOT be watched. So for this reason I kind of dread November 20. But there is one major upside to birthdays. No, not presents. They don't hurt but that's not what I am talking about. I am talking about the "guilted-into-dinner dinner." I love my people, a lot. But there is only 1 day a year where I can make them do what I want and they have to hang out with me. That my friends, is why I love November 20.

Thank you to mother for wanting me enough to not get your tubes tied. Really appreciate it. Thank you dad for not leaving mother when you found out she was pregnant with me when you believed she had gotten her tubes tied. Love to all on this November 20.

Wednesday, November 18, 2009


I have my moments of ditsy-ness but I think today may have been a real low point. I like to think we can all hear songs and sing along with them and not really pay attention to what we're saying. Well this happened today, obviously. Here in the great state of Utah we have two radio stations playing non-stop Christmas music already. I was listening to "I Saw Momma Kissing Santa Claus" by the Jackson Five which is a band I love but a song I hate. It always disturbed me that the little boy had to see his mom kissing another guy - and not just any guy, SANTA. Then the little boy decides he is going to find his dad and tell him the scandal he saw and just then in the song it hit me: SANTA IS DAD!!! She is not two-timing with dear old Santie. She is kissing her husband because really over zealous dads dress up as Santa!!! Wow!

Sadly, this is not the only misunderstanding of a song for me. I was 21 years old when I realized that "Popcorn Popping on the Apricot Tree" was referring to the beautiful springtime blossoms. My childish mind literally believed I was singing about real popcorn growing on trees. Must have been the fat kid in me.