Its cold in winter, right?

So, I get in my car the other day, at like, midnight to go home, and I turn on the heater. I know, earth-shattering to do this in winter, right? Unfortunately, as soon as I turned it on...nothing happened. No heater, no heat, nothing. So that's fine, I think, but I head home anyway. I kept trying it the whole way home, and not once did it start to work. I was cursing my bad luck, but hoped it was just a one time thing.
My theory was proved correct, as the next day, it worked just fine. The next morning, on my way out, I turn it on again, and...nothing again! What the junk? Fortunately, after a few miles (or like, ten) it turned on, so that's ok. Then this evening, I get in for my trip home, and nothing once more! And it didn't turn on or anything. I was bundled up in long sleeves, jacket, coat, and gloves, and still, the ride was a little chilly. I can't help but think how long and cold my winter will seem this year with no heater to warm me up on any rides.
I keep debating getting it fixed, or maybe I'm just having an unlucky couple of days. I'm hoping it's the latter, but if it's not, I'll just keep buying myself warm clothing. That'll work, right?

O Christmas Tree...

Today is the Sunday after Thanksgiving, which in our house is decorate the tree day. I chose my colors carefully, yesterday, and today, I set about putting them up. It was a pretty easy tree this year, the only part that took help was winding the lights around the tree, and the silver chain, but other than that, it was pretty good. I chose for my colors silver and teal, and it looks pretty good together. There's not really much else to write on it, so here's a pic of all my troubles:

And I did...

Ok, the results for my race on Thanksgiving day came in, and I'm...ok with the time/place. Last year I finished 43:09, 56th in my age group, 203rd overall. It's not the worst I could have done, but definitely not what I wanted. This year, I finished with a 36:13, 25th in my age group, and 102nd overall. A vast improvement! I mean, I'm sure I could have run faster, but I just ran with PJ, and we kept it pretty loose. Until about the last mile, then I sprinted my little heart out. It was a good run, and I think I felt better about eating all the food I did later. There's no better excuse for running than justification of eating more food!

Same shopping, different year

All right, I've now been up for about 21 hours, so who knows if this will even make sense! Today, as everyone knows, is Black Friday! So I have been out shopping all day. I awoke early to get to Target at 4:30, since everyone decided to open earlier this year. They opened at 5, so we had a bit of time to kill, out in the cold. We hit up pretty much every single store you could think of. I won't lie-I was mostly selfish and bought things for myself instead of presents for others.
We also took in a movie, which, after having woken up so early was probably not a good idea. I kept drifting, but I don't think I ever went to sleep-I was just so beat! I can't believe I am still awake right now-I was falling asleep in my car on the way home, but now that I'm at home, ready to sleep, oh, no dice. This always happens!

Happy Thanksgiving!

Hope everyone is enjoying the festivities of this fabulous day. I ran in the 'Earn Your Turkey' 4 mile run this morning held by Orem city. It was super cold-my legs and hands were numb until like, the last half mile, but it was invigorating!
I don't know my results yet, but I think I did way better than last year-I got sick during last years race, but at least I finished, and that's all that matters. I am glad I did better this year though-I love to improve!
Happy eating everyone!

We...are the champions....for the first tiiiime

Good news, I'm back! A quick jaunt over a few states, and I'm back, better than ever. Well, maybe that's not true, but oh boy, was it fantastic.
We flew out noon Saturday, arriving in Seattle a couple of hours later, and after some eating, driving around trying to find our hotel, we did what we did best-went to the movies. Hey, cut me some slack. Even though we were in a different state, we weren't sure of what there was to do, so we saw The Blind Side, which we really wanted to see. And side note, it was good.
We did touristy things on Sunday, saw the Space Needle, did some exploring of the city. It was fun to see the city from that high up, boy was it cold! I mean, it's cold obviously being November, but holy crap were we cold. I was all bundled up! We saw loads of other Real fans all over the place, and every time we saw one, we'd give the 'hey, we're the same' wave. It was nice.
We went to the game, and it was the greatest game I've ever seen/been to! After a grueling 90 minutes, which ended in a 1-1 tie, we went on to a 30 minute overtime. Still tied after that, we went in penalty kicks. That was the tensest I've ever been in my life. After 7 kicks, it was over. RSL-champions of the league! We won the cup! When Robbie Russell made the last goal, we exploded. We were screaming, jumping up and down, and I must have hugged every person near me. I didn't even care what was going on, I was just going for it. After a long celebration period, we got kicked out of the stadium. We left, singing the praises of our team the whole way.
It was a great weekend-and I'm so psyched we went. Now we're the champs, and it was a great season. I'm glad to be home though, I was exhausted. I've also lost my voice-and it weirdly gets more lost every day. I screamed myself hoarse that night, Monday was pretty sqeaky, then I screamed at a basketball game on Tuesday, so now I just sound like I have a cold. Sheesh. Anyway, best game ever, fabulous weekend, and I'm back! Let the blogging resume.

Radio Silence

All right everyone. The big trip to Seattle is commencing tomorrow morning/afternoon. Since this is so last minute, not everything is coming with me, so the laptop is staying home. Even though I said I would blog every day, it looks now like I won't be blogging for the next few days. Don't be sad everyone, just hold on to the hope that I might have good entries to do when I come back.
Fingers crossed that Real will win, and on Sunday, I will be screaming my guts out, trying to cheer them on. Cheer them on from home everyone, even if you don't watch the game.
Vieve out

A bowl of soup is a lot!

Today was my mama's 98th birthday. All right, jokes, she's not (quite) that old. (ha ha!) Anyway, for her birthday, we went to eat at the Garden of Olives. I couldn't decide what to get there, it took me a while. I was trying to decide between getting the chicken scampi or the soup/salad/breadsticks with the Chicken Gnocchi soup. Finally, the waitress suggested I get the scampi, but instead of getting the salad with my meal, I get the soup. Genius!
She delivered the soup and I ate my whole bowl, it was so good. When our meals came, I was already pretty full from the soup and breadstick, but I ate some of my food. I saved some room, because I wanted to eat some dessert, which to me, is the point of the meal. As we were waiting for the desserts, my ENTIRE family made fun of me for the amount of food I ate! I ate a lot! I know it doesn't seem like a lot, a bowl of soup and a little pasta, but come on. The soup was thick, and the chunks in it were quite large.
I eat a lot-people know this, but I want to reiterate it. I'm no lightweight-I'm pretty sure I can out-eat anyone I know. I'm a champ-and no matter what any of these people say, my meal was not tiny. So there.

It's like my birthday...crossed with Christmas!

Ok, to compare it to those might be a little exaggerated, but oh man, it sure seemed like it. Today after work, I did a little shopping for my tree for the festival. As we were winding down, I commented that I wanted to eat a waffle, since we'd been talking about waffles at work earlier. PJ agreed, and off to Village Inn (Hey, don't hate on the Inn-I love that place) to get some waffles. As we walked in, there were signs everywhere, declaring that Wednesdays there are "Free Slice Day" and I was psyched! Like, it's not a big deal, a piece of pie is only a couple of dollars, but still, to get it for free is so fabulous!
I chose a cherry pie, which was good. I hate choosing a pie, because as soon as I order one, I second-guess myself, then later, I'm always kicking myself for not choosing a different one. This time I could barely choose between the strawberry rhubarb and cherry, and while I wished I chose the other, but I'm pretty sure they would have tasted about the same either way.
This is a nothing post, but it doesn't matter, since no one reads this anyway, but I'm spreading the word: Every Wednesday, make your way on over to the Village Inn and pick up yourself a delicious piece of free pie.

Yeah, yeah. I've heard it before

If I've been to your house, odds are, I've driven myself. You've given me instructions. I've followed them, found your house, and thrown the directions away, assuming I won't need them again. I am again invited to your house, but this time, with no help. And odds are, I won't find your house. I might have been there several times, all within the last few months, and still, I'll have a hard time.
I was on my way to a friends house this evening, and of course, as is usual, I took the wrong freeway exit. I get back on the freeway, then have to Google her name to get her address (thank goodness for Google!) so I can find her house. Don't misunderstand-I go to her house at least once a month and still, after a year, I have a super hard time finding it! I don't get it, but at least I understand how dumb I am, so I know to make sure I have her address somewhere.
Now, don't feel bad, friends. I still can't find the airport. I need instructions to get there, but once there are signs on the freeway directing me, I seem to find it ok. I guess I'm just missing the gene to remember these things!
This won't stop me from finding new places, nor will it make me stop visiting people. But if I'm supposed to be at your house, and I'm a little late-don't fret. I'm probably just in the wrong city.

Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes

I have had my room arranged the same way for as long as I have lived in this house. The most I have mixed it up is I've moved the bed about three feet to the right this one time, but since then, I've kept it. It's just hard to do anything different-all of the wires to my TV are all in one corner, and to make it go anywhere else would be too much work. But yesterday finally, I'd had enough.
I knew that if I needed to change things around, I would need the help of my brother Zippy. Heck, I know I'm not strong enough to move anything around, plus I need him to fix all the wiring/rewire it all up anyway. So basically, I gave him the new floor plan, then stood back and let him do all the heavy lifting. I did some guiding as I stood there, grabbed some things once in a while. At the end of, oh, say, 15 minutes, it was all finished. We didn't do anything major, all we did was basically reverse the room. Some things stayed just where they were, the only things that changed were my bed, the dresser and the TV. But just having everything on the opposite wall has been messing with my brain this last day. I keep turning the wrong direction to put something away, and I keep throwing things on the floor instead of where my bed used to be.
I know that the longer I have it like this, the more used to it I'll get, but for right now, it's kind of freaking me out. I love the change though-but I'm holding on, for now, to see how long it takes me until I get tired of this arrangement too.

Now I'm sore

I like myself some high impact exercise. Give me running, Tae Bo, P90x, all of these things are great, I feel really great after I've done these. I'm sweating when I'm done (well, as much as I can sweat) so I know I've worked hard. I don't like low-impact things. I've done pilates, and while I do like that, I always feel like I've barely done anything at the end of the hour. And yoga? Forget about it! All the breathing, and the "lets all work out our chakras" blah blah blah no. But sometimes, you do what you don't like...
In P90X, there is, of course, a load of exercises possible, and they tell you which ones to do on which days. There's the usual things, arms, legs, back, etc, but then they also throw in crazy plyometrics, or kenpo karate. It's actually a lot of fun, and it's always mixed up. Today was my day for yoga, and I won't lie, I usually skip the yoga days, because I figure it's not high impact, so my body won't notice if I don't do it. But today, I had some extra time, so I figured I might as well do it.
I get all in my comfy clothes, pop in the DVD, and go at it. It's an hour and a half long (sheesh!) so I buckled in. There were some things I didn't like about it-the soothing voice of the instructor made me angry, and I don't even know why. I don't like how relaxed they want you to be. They keep reminded me to relax, after like, four times, I'm like, I get it! I'm relaxed! I'm not yelling!
I did like it overall though. It's so hard! Holding those poses is crazy-I can't believe the flexibility of these people. About halfway through, I was covered in sweat, cursing Tony (the instructor) for making me do this, but I lasted the whole time! I was feeling good at the end, and immediately following it, I just felt sore, like every muscle I have was tired.
I don't know that I would like to do yoga all the time, but I think I'll like throwing it in every once in a while. And who knows, if I keep doing this, maybe I'll be one of those freaks who can twist into every position imaginable. Wouldn't that just be great?!

We could take the Cup!

Good news sports fans! Real Salt Lake, my boys, have made it to the final game! Lets be honest, nobody thought this would happen at all, but here we are! We had our game today, against Chicago, and oh boy was it a nail-biter. It was a scoreless game, so we went into overtime. After a 30 minute overtime, we were still tied at zeros, so into penalty kicks we went. Believe me, this was super tense! I was clutching at PJ's leg, basically digging my nails into anything, and wow. We had the first five, and we missed one, and we stopped one of theirs, so tied again. Then we had sudden death. They went, and we stopped it! We went, and...a miss. I was about out of my mind. They shoot again, and Nick Rimando saves again! We shoot....gooooooaaaaallllll!! I went out of my mind. Even though I was watching this from the comfort of my basement (Come on, I can't afford to go to Chicago on a whim!) I freaked out. I started screaming, and I jumped, and there was some definite huggage. My friend Karen called me as soon as it was over, to celebrate, and pretty much all we did was scream on the phone at each other.
After the game, we were so energized up, we took a quick victory lap around the neighborhood, while shouting things to the neighbors, who I think were all just in their houses. I don't know if anyone heard what we were saying, but it felt nice to be shouting it.
The final game, for the MLS Cup 2009 is next Sunday, we'll be playing LA. We could beat them! You never know, especially this year! We looked into taking a jaunt to Seattle for the game, but come on, I'm not made of money. We'll be watching though, you can guarantee that!

3 Good Reasons against Driving Angry

Leaving work today, I was mad. Too many annoyances at the end of the day, coupled with my computer being dumb. So I compiled a list of...

3 Reasons it's not a good idea to drive angry:

1. When I am mad, I turn the radio waaay up. This is always a fun idea when you're driving, but then when I stop, my ears are ringing, and things are just a little muffled. Smart idea...until you realize you're probably killing eardrum.

2. For some reason, I decide to share my anger. So instead of driving like a courteous, polite driver, I decide to make other drivers have it too! I keep cutting people off, like for some reason, this will ruin their night. I can guarantee after the initial "wth?!" they have, they don't think of my for a second. But still, it makes me feel a little better.

3. On the flip side, I take any infraction done to me way too personally. I'm sure the other driver just wants to get home, see their family, but to me, a tiny thing like, not turning on the turn-signal far enough in advance, I take it to the next level-I feel like they have a vendetta against me, and it makes me want to hit their car.

Now don't worry everyone, I wasn't in danger, I knew what was going on, and I was in control, so it's not like there was anything to get worried about. I am far less angry now (because I've been just chilling this evening, nothing to be mad about...) so the next time I drive, I will far more polite. And if I encountered anyone this evening while driving...I apologize.

My, that's deceptive!

I love iTunes. I got my iPod (shuffle) for my birthday a year ago, and it's my favorite thing. It's tiny, perfect for running, and I use it all the time. I got a gift card to iTunes for my birthday this year, which was just fantastic. I used that like you wouldn't believe.
My only problem with iTunes is the 30 second snippets of songs. Lets say you're looking for songs, and you come across one that you haven't heard. You need to listen to it, obviously, so you listen to their snippet. But don't let that be your only guide. Many a time, I have listened to the clip, loved what I heard, and purchased the song, only to find out, when listening to the whole thing that the song actually sucks. And then I'm angry that I have this song that I'll probably never listen to, but I have it anyways.
I mean, it's not like its a big deal, because a song is only like a dollar, but still. Those iTunes people sure do know how to market me a song. And on the same note, I have listened to a little clip, thought the song was awful, just to hear more of it, and turns out the song is actually really good. They're just messing with my minds! Luckily, out of all the songs I've gotten, there are only a couple of songs that aren't good, so my odds so far are pretty good. And believe me, I will keep buying songs.

Well...I have other talents...

I was invited a couple of months ago to a "Stamp & Chat" at Chelle's house. I was hesitant to go, because, well, I have no talent for crafty things, but I went, for funsies, and turns out, it's so much fun! I was nervous to go, because I knew I'd be the dumbest one there, but it was ok. I ask a lot of questions, and I needed to be shown like, step by step, but by the end of the night, I had successfully made 3 cards. And by I had made the cards, I mean, it was a team effort from both Chelle and I, and I think I maybe did 40 percent. Shoot.
I had to skip a couple of months because of previous commitments (which believe me, made me angry at all these things) but finally, tonight, I got the chance to go again. I went early, so that I could make the cards from the previous night, and believe me, I worked myself to the bone. I was a little better this time! I mean, I'm nowhere near where the other people are, but I'm getting there! I feel like in 6 months, I'll be like, halfway there, so I'm working!
My goal is to someday not to have help the entire time. I mean, I know now that I'll never be like Chelle. She's helping, talking, and making her own card at the same time, it's all flowing, like she's not even thinking about it. I, on the other hand, get one part glued, then I have to stop, look at the example, get a verbal explanation, then glue another down. It must be exhausting to have me there, but luckily for me, nobody gets short with me, and everyone leaves happy!
I'm glad that I'm learning how to do this, because it's definitely opening up my eyes and letting me work on getting my craft skills up. I do feel better in my own skill area which is...ok, I'll think of one later, but as of right now, I'm feeling like I could make anything. And I would post a picture of my cards I made, but I think that would take too long, and I'm ready to crash. But maybe I'll post them another time. Because they took me so long, and they look so fab, I don't want to give them to anyone! I want to hold on to them forever.

Another thing to check off my list!

About a week ago, my sister texted me to tell me she was going to be out of cell phone range for a few days, so if I need to text her, she'll get back to me when she is back in range. Shrugging it off, I said ok, and that was that. A day or so later, a friend at work came to tell me she found something on the internet. Bringing it up-I saw-my baby sister was in jail! I was surprised at this-as I'm sure anyone would be, to hear this sort of news. We did some researching, and after a week of her being in there, she could finally have visitors, so of course I rolled up over there to do some visiting.
We got there, and had to go through a metal detector, which took me a few times to go through it. I forgot to take my keys out, oops. Then we had to wait in the lobby, full of people until our prisoner's name was called. I was laughing the whole time! I know it's a serious situation, but I just kept laughing at the whole thing. I couldn't help it! Finally, we went up the longest hallway and staircase ever, where we saw her, standing behind a glass window. I sat at the seat, and picked up the phone. That's right, we had to talk through glass on the phone!
I pulled out all my prison cliches, hand on the glass, swearing to get her out of there, all those things that you've always wanted to do. She was released today, so her stint was short lived-only 8 days. Seeing her in that orange jumpsuit was pretty priceless, though. If they allowed you to take in a camera, or at least my phone, I would have gotten a good pic, but sadly, no dice.
And my friendly tip to everyone: if for no other reason to avoid prison, nobody looks good in that color of orange.

I'm sorry, can you say that again?

As nearly everyone knows, my mama is German. Not just by claim, but like literally, full-on, accented with rage, German. I add the "with rage" because for some reason, every time I hear German, whether it be the language, or just English with the German accent, the person sounds so angry to me! What is that about? Good work, Germans, you guys are a people full of anger.
Anyways, there are times where mama will say something that will make me pause, and want to hear it again. Of course, as soon as I say "what was that?" She gets all suspicious, like she already knows that I'm just making her say it to laugh at the accented word. I won't lie, most of the time, this is why I'm asking her to repeat it. And believe me, as soon as this happens, all of the family is in on the conspiracy to get her to repeat, so we all act so innocent. Like, maybe we all happened to shut off our ears at the same time, missing just the one word.
Lately, my favorite words to hear being said are the following: (I'm going to see if I can write how it sounds, we'll see how successful that is)
Penguin, which is just hilarious. Said pin-goo-in
Commitee, being said Comm-ict-tik-ee
Obnoxious. This is harder to write. It's like auk-knock-ish. That's weird to look at!

I know that there are loads more, but these are my favorites for now. Penguin is the one I've been getting her to say more often than anything, and as soon as I hear it, I collapse in a fit of giggles. Even though it's annoying for her to play my "repeat yourself" game, surely, she's gotta love that at least we're listening, right? ...right?

At least I'm better than this!

I have been told over and over that I am a bad driver. I'm sure that most of it is in jest, but I'll admit, I'm not the best driver ever. I mostly get tired when I drive, even when it's like, one in the afternoon. I don't like driving-I know that I have to do it to get around, but I think it's a waste of time. That's the weirdest thing ever, but whatev. I do what I have to.
So I found this video on the internets the other day, and I just wanted to share it, as one of my Vieve's Videos. It's not that long, but boy does it make me giggle. If ever I feel bad about myself driving, all I have to do is watch this to realize, hey, I'm not that bad.


Drive on!

Man, this makes me laugh. Enjoy!

Who knew?

My beloved RSL has advanced to the next rounds of playoffs! I won't lie, I actually didn't think this would be happen. I mean, getting to the playoffs was big enough as it was, but to have made it farther? There had to be so much things that had to fall into place for us to get there, and when it all did, I was shocked and amazed. I totally didn't expect this to happen!
We played Columbus last Saturday, here at Rio Tinto. It was sort of a boring game, nothing going on, pretty evenly matched, etc. In the 87 minute (or so...) we scored! I couldn't believe it-we went crazy. The next game was last Thursday at Columbus. If you know my RSL boys, you know we do not play well when we're not at home, so of course, I was expecting a loss. I know it's bad to say this, but I'm a realist. Anyway, I couldn't watch the game because I had my evening with Comedy Sportz, but I was being updated by the minute by both my dad and PJ. As I got their texts, informing me that Columbus was up by one, then two, then RSL scored, then another score! We're tied? What the heck! Then, miraculously, we scored again, and won the game! I wish so much that I could have been watching the game, but alas, 'twas not to be.
I'm so psyched we won, and I'm not sure when we play next. We'll play either Chicago or New England, whoever wins the game that takes place tonight. I still can't decide which team I want to play more, but whoever it is, wouldn't it be awesome if we went even further? Keep your fingers crossed!

At this point, I should just get new feet

We all know I blister on my feets easily. Usually, it's not that painful, so I just keep going on with them, but the last week or so, I've gotten these two that are just horrible! They're right on the bottom/side of the foot where my big toe meets the actual foot. They started forming like, last week or so, and this week, they've gotten bigger and bigger and now one of them is actually infected. I don't know how that happened, but I'm dealing with it.
I think one of the things that exacerbated the problem is that the last few days at work this week, I had to actually wear real shoes, not the flip flops I usually wear. Walking on Thursday was the worst day ever, it was like every time I took a step, it was like someone was stabbing my foot. I should have cruised around these days in a wheelchair. I don't know where I would have gotten one, but that would have been awesome. Luckily, today it hurts way less than it did yesterday, so maybe I'm on the road to recovery!
I was going to post a picture of the aforementioned blister, but then I realized, no one wants to see that! So just imagine the grossness in your head. Hopefully this weekend, I'll take it easy and just let that heal. I know that as soon as it heals, another will form somewhere on my foot, so it's not like I'll ever get away from this!

Turns out, I do embarrass!

Well, turns out I do embarrass. Tonight, I was at a dinner/banquet for work, and the entertainment for the evening was Comedy Sportz. I don't know if you know what that is, but it's an improv group. Much like that show "Whose line it is anyway?". Love that show. So after a lot of improv-ing, lot of laughing, they ask for a female volunteer. I didn't volunteer, of course, but the people around me did, and the referee came over, took my hand, and led me onto the stage. Turns out, the thing they were going to do was sing to me. So after some friendly banter (I tried to hold my own against this guy!) they stared singing a song to me, and holy goodness. It's such a weird thing to have a lot of people looking at you while people are singing to you about you. Man, I could feel my face was bright red, and I could not stop laughing.
It was really funny though, I have to admit, and it was good fun to get up there. Thank goodness, however, that thats only the kind of thing that happens once in a blue moon!

I do know the difference!

Tonight, as I was washing my face for bed, I used my hand soap instead of my face soap. I realized my mistake 6 seconds after applying it to my face. Man, I must be tired. I'm going to bed.

Cookies, cookies everywhere, and not a drop to drink

I had to make some cookies for a work function, and today was the day I had to do it. (Seeing as how the event is tomorrow night, today was pretty much my last option!) I had bought all the ingredients that I needed yesterday-8 cake mixes, 8 frosting containers, 4 cups of shortening and 16 eggs. I came home from work on a mission-to bake as many of these as possible in the shortest amount of time. I enlisted my mom to help me, and off we went. We worked diligently from the minute I got home, for three hours straight we baked those cookies. Then, a cooling period, so the cookies would be ok to frost, then we frosted them for another hour. At the end of the frosting part, my hands (and the counter) were all covered in frosting. I was a sticky mess. And I went through multiple knives, because I dropped the knife on the floor. I am the clumsiest!
I got done early enough that I could luckily squeeze in a quick run before hurrying to write this before I go to sleep. I'm psyched that we got the cookies done, and now I'm tired. I can't believe that just baking cookies wore me out! Hopefully these things are delicious! I maybe should have tried one. Shoot!

To Draw My Own Conclusion...

I can't actually draw at all. Tonight at FHE, we played Pictionary, and holy cow, I realized how poorly I actually draw. I mean, I've never been creative. I can't draw, I can't make cute things, I've never been able to scrapbook, I just don't do anything like that. I've never really played Pictionary before, so I had no idea what was actually in store for me when they announced it. I went first (curses!) and I drew - wait for it - hair. The easiest word ever! It was my speciality, I drew a stick figure, some strands of hair, and drew some arrows. Man that was easy! We did some yelling, guessing, etc, and then it was my turn again. This time, I drew machine gun. Turns out, my way of drawing a gun is to draw a ninety degree angled line, then add a half circle (for the trigger, duh!) and then some tiny bullets coming out of it. Nobody guessed that right away (shock!) so my next plan was to draw a stick figure (I'm pretty sure that's the only thing I can successfully draw) with something in his hand shooting bullets, then a dead body a few feet away from him. And from this, someone actually got it! I felt pretty good about myself, and at the end of the night, my team won!
We didn't win much, just bragging rights (that's right, suckas!) and we got to get dessert first. But all that I care about is that someone actually recognized my drawings! I'd like to say I'll start playing this game more often, but oh, who am I kidding? I'll be lucky if I ever do again!

Same time...every year...

So last year, I was told that November was National Blog Every Day month. So last year, when I found this out, I tried to do it, and I think I was semi-successful. It might have not been interesting every day, but I think I got one every day. I'm too lazy to check right now, so who actually knows. And since today marks the beginning of November yet again (it happens every year!) I will try again to blog every day. If it's boring, that's ok, and if nobody reads these, that's fine too, so long as I have the knowledge of knowing I gave it my best shot. So here goes day one:
So to start things off, we're not going to be too exciting. Today was Stake Conference for my ward, which means, for me, free get-out-of-church day. I didn't take advantage of that this year though, I decided to head to my brother's ward to check out what his was like. I went there with him, and his ward is...well, its not bad, its just different. You know how you get used to your own, then when you visit another ward, you keep comparing it? That's what I spent the whole time doing. His was noisier, the people were noisier. I'm referring in particular to the girl who sat next to me, who decided the whole time to be highlighting things in her book, with her click-able highlighting pen. Which she clicked every time she used it. I wanted to grab her pen and mark all over her face. But because we were in church, and I'm not a violent person...I didn't do this.
I will go back to my ward next week, back to the things I am used to, but it might have been good for me to do this. It made me appreciate my own ward, so that's gotta be a good thing. If anything, it makes me glad that's not my ward, and sad for him that it's his!