Here's the whole story

Ok, now that there is more time, I will elaborate on the things I teased you with earlier. To be honest, I could stretch out the events over several blogs, but lets be honest, that would be boring. Plus, there's pictures!

The facts are these:

Our boys in white (away jerseys!) did a great game. Sadly, Colorado scored first, and we were on pins and needles...until the 90th minute, when we scored. It was fantastic. I spent the last 5 minutes of the game on my feet, praying for the ref to end the game. When he finally did, we went wild. We high fived Rimando and Borchers. It was awesome.

We had given a ride to some other fans to the stadium, because their taxi didn't show up. Halfway to the game, we found out we were giving a ride to the mother of one of the players, Will Johnson. She introduced us to him after the game-I could not have been more excited. He's adorable in real life! I just wanted to give him a hug, but I don't know how people would be if you just leaned in for a hug while they put out the hand for the shake. I'll try it sometime.

I got a smile from one of the players in the Reserves game-which we also won. I tossed him the ball after it came out and landed at my feet. Its nice to get a smile!

We went to the Cheyenne Mountain Zoo. For those of you who don't know, and can't deduce from the name, its a zoo that is in the mountain. So seeing the animals, you actually have to hike. Its nice for the legs, but because you're up in the mountains, its colder. I was freezing the entire time, but it was fun. We got to feed the giraffes some crackers, thus the touching of the giraffe tongue.



I ran on the best treadmill of my whole life. There was a TV attached to it-which was awesome! Plus, you could have your own little personal trainer gal pop up and talk to you, plus you could choose the "terrain" you were running on. Basically, it would tell you how far it was in track circles, or up the mountain, that sort of thing. I wish I had that treadmill in real life.

We also went to the Air Force Academy, and went to the chapel there. It was amazing! I totally want to get married there. Which, as I understand it, I can't do until I marry a cadet. I better get working!
The inside:

The outside:

That's really about it, I think, the tiny stories that most of you already know, so I'm sorry you had to hear about it twice. I am doing good on my Tivo watching-for anyone who was wondering. I got down to 13 hours-but then recorded 4 more today, so I really haven't made any progress at all. I feel so overwhelmed by my television.

We're in!

I'm back! I don't at all have time to write in here, so, the highlights:

We are in the playoffs! We didn't win the game, we tied, but whatever, because we're in!

I met some Real guys! I touched some too.

We defaced a Book of Mormon.

I touched a giraffes tongue.

There will be entire stories to come-I'm off now to start watching the 21 hours of TV my Tivo recorded whilst I was gone.

See ya later, Suckers.

It’s here! The time has come! The time we have all been waiting for is upon us! Ok, so not everyone has been waiting, but I’ve been waiting enough for everyone. It’s the last regular season game for RSL. The games have all been played, save for this one. And like I’ve already told everyone about, this is the big game of the season. Of course, every game is great and necessary, but this is what it comes down to. An entire season of doing great comes down to one 90 minute game. This is it, and I could not be more excited. We are traveling down to the game in Colorado, which will be fantastic. We did this last year, and it was such a great game, we won it. I’m hoping for a repeat performance this year, and I’m sure my boys won’t disappoint. I’m just hoping that this year, I won’t get whacked in the head with a horn.
Being an away fan at games is always weird. You’re definitely outnumbered, and you have to watch your step. If you piss off a fan, you could find yourself in hot water very quickly. Luckily, PJ and I are ridiculously good looking, so people don’t get mad at us, they just think we’re adorable. Ok, that’s a lie. But we look pure, which is just as good. And I’ve been told we’re fun to sit by in a game-because we yell so much, so maybe the Coloradians will think we’re great and just want to befriend us. It doesn’t really matter if we’re liked, because at the end of the day, we’ll never see them again. Plus they’ll be mad when our team beats them.
So there’ll be no blogs the next few days (not like I blog all the time anyways!) but there’ll be plenty to tell you all later. And on Saturday, everyone cheer for our team even though you probably won’t be watching the game. I want us to go to the playoffs for the first year ever.

I've got high hopes!

As mostly everyone has heard, Real got their own stadium. A new, specially designed for soccer only, awesome new stadium. Rio Tinto is the name-which I kinda hate. I'm trying out different nicknames for it. So far, I have The Tint and The Rits. I'm coming up with more, we're just seeing what works. I was going to blog about it when we had the first game there, but I decided to combine entries. The first game there was awesome. Not the end result-we tied, but being in the great atmosphere with all other fans was amazing. I don't like the people we're sitting by-for now at least. Nobody around us yells or cheers really. And of course, I'm a screamer. By the end of the night, I've usually screamed myself somewhat hoarse. I always laugh at people that seem annoyed at me at games when I'm yelling and they're not. I'm not gonna keep quiet-its a soccer game. I'll be quiet at church, where it's appropriate.
The second game we had there was last night, and sadly, the last home game for us this year. Unless we get into the playoffs, that is. We played Dallas-and going into the game, I was so confident we could win them. We've won them before, we'd be at home, so we'd have the advantage there. My boys in red did not disappoint. After a great game full of cards, fights, and injuries, we came out on top, 3-1. It was a fantastic game. We still had hopes alive of being in the playoffs. The way to ensure that we'd get into the playoffs was for Colorado to lose to Chivas-and the game was on Sunday. I anticipated this game, and was cheering for Chivas, a team I usually hate.
We watched the game on Sunday, in high hopes that Colorado would lose. They haven't been that good this year, so I totally thought they would not win. I was wrong! Colorado won-2-1. I was so disappointed. Chivas, who is a pretty good team, couldn't beat Colorado, even with Colorado in their ridiculous light blue uniforms. I always feel like they should lose away games just because of the girly color of their kits, but things don't work like that, I guess.
Now, the way for us to advance is to win (or tie, I suppose, but who wants a tie?) in the game in Colorado next Saturday-which I will be attending. Its the last game for everyone-and it is literally for all the marbles. Whoever wins goes on-and I want it so badly for it to be us. We've never been to the playoffs-and after how great we've been playing this year, I don't want it to be over. I don't know how far we'll advance once we get to the playoffs, but I want to find out! Go Real!

Lost! Not found...yet

Ok, here's the thing. Things get lost around me all the time. I don't even lose them-I just realize, usually after a long period of time, that I haven't seen something in a while. Sometimes, it's just fallen behind my bed (where a lot of my pictures and remotes seem to end up) or behind my dresser or something, and when I find it later, I'm psyched! But lately, I'm noticing that things are coming up missing, and I have no idea where they could even be. I've lost video games, (that I'm pretty sure family members have "borrowed", only to never return again) shoes, books, and so much more stuff that I'm sure that I don't even know yet that I've lost.
When we first moved into the SF house from the Orem house, I lost a soccer bag in the move. True to my form, I don't think I noticed I had lost it until we had lived here for like a year or something, when I was trying to find the bag. The kicker is, I have absolutely no idea what was even in the bag. I don't know if I had soccer stuff in there, or random nothingness, but it's gone now. But the good news (for me) in that, is that Rory lost her bag-which is identical to mine. (creepy!) Still now, I wonder where that bag could be. Did we throw it away accidentally? Is it at the old house? I'll never know!
The thing that made me think of this recently is that my favorite towels have mysteriously disappeared. They're these big fluffy gray towels, and I didn't know I hadn't seen them for a while until a couple of days ago. I was trying to figure out the last time I had seen them, and I can't pinpoint the last time. I remember putting them into the laundry room, but other than that, I have no idea where they could have gotten to. I'm not saying someone in my house has stolen them, I'm just saying...there's nowhere else they really could have gone. But if they're returned shortly, I won't wage an all-out war on anybody. And I'll keep you people informed if they just randomly show up again.

It's a hazy shade of winter

I love all the seasons. For a short period of time, at least, during every season, I love it. I love spring and fall because the weather is perfect. It's not too hot, it's not too cold, it's just lovely. I love summer because its so hot, and there are so many great activities to do. Swimming, running, hiking, the list is endless. Winter is usually good too. I'm always ready for the weather to be cold, at least for a little bit, and I do like the snow. It's so pretty, and makes everything seem new and fresh.
I am so hating the cold right now though! I wasn't ready for this! I want it to still be warm! Today is actually when it hit me the most. For a few days now, things have been chilly, but manageable. For instance, at the Real game the other night, it was cold. But I combated that by wearing two jackets, a scarf, some gloves, and I had a blanket. I was ready for it, and I expected it, so it wasn't too bad.
This morning, the cold hit me like a ton of bricks. When I left my house this morning, I had on a warm-ish shirt and a jacket, I thought I'd be fine at work. I was cold for a bit, until the car heated up, but then I was good. Unfortunately, work was so cold! I couldn't figure it out-I wasn't heating up, and my hands were starting to stiffen from the cold. It wasn't until I'd been there for an hour, freezing all the while, that someone figured out the heat wasn't even on in our part of the building-the air had been on. I could not warm up all day! Not until the end of the day did I start to feel like it wasn't super cold. But then when I walked outside to go home, the cold came at me again, I wasn't expecting it to be that cold outside, for some dumb reason.
I know it's dumb to complain about the cold, especially when you live in freezing Utah, but I always hate it when I'm not expecting it. It dropped so suddenly, from being good weather to freezing. Know this-I will be wearing far more layers tomorrow. And I'm even thinking about wearing shoes other than my flip flops.

What else could go wrong?

People always talk about how they are using a blow dryer when it stops working on them, and they are left with half a head of wet hair, and no way to finish the job. This always worries me, so when mine starts acting up, I replace it before it can do anything like that on me. For the last little while, though, my blow dryer has been doing shady things. Its been making a noise like a dying elephant, and the drying it does is...mediocre at best. It also started to smell a little burny when I used it. But, I was determined to stick this out until the end. That is, until about two days ago, when I looked into the drying shaft (I'm not sure that's what it's called. The nozzle? Where the air comes out?) and saw sparks popping out. That freaked me out quite a bit, so I decided to fold and buy a new one. The next day, I had the new one, a Vidal Sassoon, purpley-blue 1875W Professional Turbo Dryer. I couldn't wait to use it.
So, I hop into the shower. (this might seem like too much information, but go with it. It's relevant) I wash my hair with the shampoo, then put in the conditioner. I always put in the conditioner, then lather up the body with soap. Yes, TMI, I'm trying to get through it quickly. As soon as I finished lathering up, the lights flicker, then go out completely. Now, I'm trying to stay calm, but with it being pitch black in my bathroom, that's a little hard to do. There is no window or anything in my bathroom. There is no light in there at all, and with the walls being dark, there is nothing reflecting or anything. I quickly got the soap off, then hopped out of the shower (sopping wet) and opened the door, hoping that the light from the one window in the basement would give me a little light to be able to find things. It helped! I could see a little.
I washed out my hair, then decided that with the light, I would try to shave my legs. As soon as I took the first swipe, my razor BROKE IN HALF. I gave up on the idea of anything, decided I'd better not try my luck. I didn't get to use my blow dryer, and I had no power to do anything in. Getting ready was a trick in very little light. I don't recommend it. The power stayed out for like 4 hours, apparently some semi hit into a power line that took out the power in a chunk of the city. I'm thinking of getting myself a generator, so that at least when I don't have power, I can still get around the house and look alright.

I'll put you on the creepy train headed for creepy island where the creepy natives drink creepy nectar out of creepy coconuts...

I was watching a TV show tonight, and was completely creeped out by a storyline going on, and it made me realize that lately, I've been noticing things that really creep me out, and I want to share these with everyone.

1. Adult twins that are identical. I think it's adorable when they're small children, but as adults, I find it unnatural. Especially when they dress alike.
2. Newscasters hairstyles. They're so stiff and they don't move! What happened to having natural hair?
3. Children choirs, especially when it's just made of boys. There's something very creepy about boys with those high voices.
4. Cherubs. I know people think they're cute, but oh no. I hate looking at those.
5. Hairless animals.
6. Riverdance. How are they so in sync?!
7. Super skinny people. Eat a sandwich!
8. Really old people. I'm sorry, I'm an ageist. But when you get to be a certain age, you less resemble a person and more resemble...a skeleton wearing skin.
9. The phrase "make love" I'm sorry to those of you who think this is romantic, I've never been more creeped out by a single phrase in my whole life.
10. Mullets. Get your hair cut.
11. Michael Emerson-Ben from Lost. His eyes and voice are what do it. And his hair.
12. People who dress up their dogs like people and carry them around like children. Get a friend, please.

I know that this is a ridiculous list of things that are creepy, but everyone has their own things that they're creeped out by or afraid of. Hopefully, I will hardly ever encounter these things-I don't know for sure if I'd stand there frozen with fear, or run faster than I've ever run before. Please nobody try to put any of these near me to find out. Because chances are, I'll fight my way out.

The ABC's of Me

Ok, Michelle sorta tagged me. None of this information is new to any of you, but these are fun to do anyways.

The ABC's of Me!
A. ATTACHED OR SINGLE? Single, but with prospects. I went on two dates last weekend! They’ll actually not amount to anything, but at least I’m out.
B. BEST FRIEND? PJ for sure. Even though we haven’t seen in other in forever.
C. CAKE OR PIE? It depends on the day, but usually cakedy cake. Yellow especially.
D. DAY OF THE WEEK? I love Saturdays-there’s always something fun going on.
E. ESSENTIAL ITEMS? TiVo, chapstick, Troop. I’m sure there are more important things, but I treasure those the most.
F. FAVORITE COLOR? Gray, of course!
G. GUMMY BEARS OR WORMS? Worms because they’re so long.
H. HOMETOWN? Orem, baby!
I. INDULGENCE? Movies.
J. JANUARY OR JULY? July-because I think it’s against nature to be as cold as it is in January.
K. KIDS? None-and I hope it stays that way forever.
L. LIFE ISN'T COMPLETE WITHOUT? Soccer.
M. MARRIAGE DATE? The Eleventeeth of Febtober.
N. NUMBER OF BROTHERS AND SISTERS? 4 Brothers, 2 Sisters, And the parrot-I’m pretty sure dad thinks its one of his kids.
O. ORANGES OR APPLES? Apples. Oranges take too much work to eat-apples, you just wash and bite. I totally want an apple right now.
P. PHOBIAS OR FEARS? Accidentally ingesting dishwashing soap, cats, peoples of a certain race. (If you know me, you know which race this is…)
Q. QUOTE? I think frosting makes me lie.
R. REASONS TO SMILE? Soccer, movies, good food, TV shows. So much to smile about!
S. SUPERMAN OR WONDER WOMAN? Superman!
T. TAG 5 PEOPLE? If you want to do this, more power to you. I’m not gonna make anyone do anything they don’t want to do.
U. UNKNOWN FACT ABOUT ME? I get embarrassed/self conscious when I have to run in front of or with other people.
V. VEGETABLES? Vegetables are so delicious! I am craving them so much lately.
W. WORST HABIT? The swears.
X. X-RAY OR ULTRASOUND? Let’s see…I don’t really think I have a preference here. I”ve had them both and enjoy them equally.
Y. YOUR FAVORITE FOOD? I have so many for this category. Nachos, pizza, steak, rice. Naming them all would take up pages.
Z. ZODIAC SIGN? Virgo-which is pretty obvious.

I have the memory of a goldfish!

Tonight, I hung out with my younger sister, Rory. She was giving me a pedicure (which just goes to show you that the little gal loves me!) and while doing so, was commenting on the retardedness of my pinkie toe nails. For those of you who haven't seen it, or haven't heard me talk about it, it barely qualifies as a nail. The toe itself is barely a nubbin, so the nail itself is the smallest thing ever. Every time someone is painting my nails, they always comment on it, and laugh at it. I've gotten over my complex about it, but it hasn't been easy. Anyway, as she was ridiculing my freakishly small nail, she was telling a story about when we were young, and something happened with my brother and I playing basketball, and she had always thought that was why my nail is so small. I, however, had no recollection of said event.
I pride myself on having a somewhat good memory. I can recite many movies on command, I have a song memorized after only a couple of listenings to it. I can recall obscure things that I didn't even realize I had kept in my brain. But for some reason, I remember little to none about my childhood. There are so many family gatherings that we have where everyone is sitting around, laughing about something that happened back when we were small, and I laugh with them, but about 75-80 percent of the time, I don't remember it at all. I can vaguely remember some things happening, but as for details or anything, forget about it. I think the time my memory kicks in is when I'm about twelve or thirteen. And even then, it's the big things I remember-not anything small. I think I've really only retained info for the last 10 years or so. And that might even be pushing it.
I don't know why this is. Maybe with all my useless knowledge I have knocking about up there, I got rid of the essential stuff. The memory warehouse was full, and I've thrown out the old stuff to make room for the new. Luckily, I've held onto some of it, names and locations and stuff, but I wish I remembered as much about my childhood as everyone else in my family. But on the plus side, if there are any bad memories in there, I've forgotten them also, so I just think everything as a young child was happy. If ever I need to know anything though, alls I have to do is ask my sister-who probably will already know what I'm trying to remember.