Foto Friday

Well, I’m so good at doing my regular segments that I decided to add another one, but this one should actually be super easy to maintain, so it might actually be one that I keep going every week. I’m just going to take a picture of something (probably most likely something random) and post it on here. Here is today’s:

I found this little guy by my tire this morning when I left for work. I named him Edgar McSnailington. I think he’d appreciate such a fancy name. I kinda hope he’s still in the parking lot when I go home, so I can see how much progress he’s made during the day.

Ole Ole Ole Ole

Last night was the final CONCACAF game for my beloved RSL. They still do play in the regular MLS competitions, this was just an extra competition we’re in. It comprises of US/Mexico/Canada, the Caribbean and Central America. Up to last night, we were the only US team left in the tournament. I’m not sure when we started playing in this, maybe sometime in the summer? But we’ve been doing pretty well in it, obviously, since we were the last MLS team in it.

I had been super pumped up to get to this game. Every game has been great, and full of suspense, and then all of a sudden, we found ourselves in the final! Here it was! Thank goodness for me, the final was here in beautiful Sandy. I left work, got all decked out in my team colors, and off I went. The team had asked for a “Red Out”, they wanted us all in red, and we were happy to oblige. We got to the game pretty early, to get fully in the mood. The stadium was packed. It was sold out, including selling out of standing room. And everyone was in red. The stadium was loud, we all stood the whole game, it was amazing.

I’m setting the mood up for this, to let you know how great it was, what the atmosphere was like. We were pretty evenly matched the first half. We sadly were missing our captain, Kyle Beckerman, but we seemed to be surviving without him. Of course, 40 seconds before the first half was over, Monterrey scored. What an unfortunate way to start the second half, but I still had high hopes that we could come back from this. We either needed to beat them (duh) or be tied at zeros or ones to win.

Sadly, we never came back. We had a lot of amazing opportunities, but we just couldn’t seem to get any in the net. When the final whistle blew, there was stunned silence from the crowd where minutes before, we’d all been so loud. But I’m proud of my RSL. They played an amazing game, they just had some bad luck in this game. Luckily that wasn’t our season, it was just the CONCACAF. Our season has only just began – and I can’t wait for the remaining games. I think it’ll be a nice consolation to have us win the MLS Cup this year. I know our guys can do it – they’re having a great season so far. I can’t wait to see how it all unfolds.

It’s an egg hunt!

Happy Easter everyone! I try to get on here on the holidays, but since there hasn’t really been any lately, I’ve been off the hook for it, but here I am, trying to make up for it. I just have a small entry today, but fun nonetheless. Let me preface this by saying, I’ve never had an Easter egg hunt. You’d think that since I come from a giant family, we would have been lousy with egg hunts, but we’ve always had dogs, so hiding eggs and plastic eggs filled with candy around the house was never a practical idea.

I woke up Easter morning, and Husband and I woke up to get some breakfast. (Waffles, yum) As we walked out to the kitchen, I caught something colorful out of the corner of my eye. I glanced over, and lo, there was a plastic egg, hiding in plain sight. I laughed, glanced around, and noticed there were more eggs hanging out. As Husband cooked our breakfast, I wandered around the place, finding the eggs. Some were harder for me to find than others, and took me a little while longer, but after a while, I found all 24.

So by the end of the morning, I had loads of eggs filled with Dove chocolates, Hershey’s Kisses, jelly beans, and more. They’re all now being eaten slowly, piece by piece as I pass by the table where they are. For my first Easter egg hunt, it was pretty awesome, I’d like to give a shout out to Husband for putting on a great hunt for me, but mostly, now I want to like, sneak into people’s houses and hide candy/eggs all over the house for them to find. Would that be creepy, or just nice?

This is when I hate being “adult”

This week, I got really sick. I know, I know, nobody can believe it, I can hardly believe it myself. But Wednesday night, I went to bed totally healthy, and even to Husband I said “No matter what happens tomorrow, I’m doing P90X tomorrow night (I’ve been totally slacking on that lately) so I was in good shape. Cut to 2:30 the next morning, I wake up feeling horrible. I spent the next 14 hours between lying on the bed in agony and vomiting. I feel a little bit like I told my body we weren’t going to not work out for anything, and my body went, “Wanna bet?” Anyway, the point of the blog is this. I haven’t been sick in a long time, not like this, anyway. But every time I’ve been sick, I’ve been at home, living with my parents. Mama has always taken care of me when I’ve been sick. I’ve been used to it, and I’m so grateful for it. This is the first time I’ve been sick all by myself. I did have Husband to take care of me a little, but there are some things that I just couldn’t bring myself to ask him to do for me.

For example (and I’m super sorry to my readers for the grossness of this) there was a time when I didn’t quite make it to the toilet for another round of throwing up. Usually, when this happens, I have Mama to take care of this awful awful task. She’s a mom, she’s spent years taking care of all of us, so her stomach must be of steel. But because she wasn’t here for me, I had to take care of myself, and clean up after myself. I have taken for granted that someone has been there to do all of this for me.

I am now tipping my hat to all mothers, especially my Mama. She has done so much for me and the rest of my siblings, and while I have appreciated it, it wasn’t until today that I realized this. But good work for all of you that do this for others, with minimal to no complaining. I am now in recovery. I can’t yet really eat anything, but I can walk around and finally move, so that’s a step up. I also have missed food these past few days. For some reason, I have really been craving bagels. And pancakes. And fried chicken. So hopefully, when I get a little better, and can finally eat something without feeling sick, I will get all of these foods. Not all at once, though, or else I think I’d be back in this position.