As everyone who knows me knows, Real had another playoff game tonight. It was the final one before the MLS cup game next weekend. Whoever won this one would advance to the finals. I hated that the game was so late, at 7:30, but that's only because it was so cold. But I wore two pairs of thick socks, 2 jackets, a couple of shirts, and I was still cold. There was no escaping the cold! We played the New York Red Bulls, and sadly...we didn't win. Not for lack of trying, we played so hard, particularly towards the end. We lost, 1-0. They scored off a crappy judgment call by our defense. It was unfortunate, but nothing we can do to control that. We barely limped toward the half, trying to defend ourselves. When we came back, we were ready to play. We came out swinging, and thats how we went down. We were all-out until the final whistle. Real was just terribly unlucky. I can't even count the number of times a shot of ours bounced off the bar, or barely missed. By the end of the game, I just had to laugh when we missed, to stop from crying.
It was our first year getting into the playoffs, and it won't be our last. I'm so sad that now the season is over. No more MLS until the season begins next March/April. I'll have to get my soccer fix now from the EPL games. And while I love any soccer game, of any team, it's just not the same. I know the players and coaches in our league. I know some of the guys over in England, but not nearly enough. But at least I have some games to tide me over. I'm hoping in the off season, Real can improve in their consistency, to be the team I know they can be. Then next year, when we advance to the MLS Cup, I'll be there to cheer my team on.
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Saturday, November 15, 2008
Friday, November 14, 2008
Vieve: International Woman of Mystery
I would love to be a spy. It'd be so awesome to be constantly changing names, appearances, and jetting around the world, doing secret things. There are different kinds of spies though-I've learned this from the movies. (where everything is real!) I'm not going to spell out all the different types, but I'll choose between two. I think I'd rather be the Sydney Bristow-Alias spy than the James Bond type of spy. While Bond is awesome and full of rage, and has no second thoughts about killing anybody he doesn't need. He's all muscles and hot...ok, I think I'm getting off the subject here. But Sydney has the cooler job. She knows practically every language, and she gets to dress up all the times for her missions. I would love to do that.
The one thing that always bugged me about James Bond is that everyone knows about him. Surely, he's the worst spy in the world if all the bad guys know him-it would make him such an easy target! No one ever seems to acknowledge that though. He's still just used in all the missions, trying to be all secretive, which he never is. Every Bond thing ends in a big explosion, or bodies everywhere, or bullets being fired in a crowded place. Everyone knows!
Bristow, on the other hand, nobody knows. She changes her look for every mission-and she really does a good job of blending in. Her missions usually always have a hitch-while she's obtaining the secret documents or whatever, the person she's getting it from always seems to have a need to go into the room where they are, so the pressure is there. She always gets out in the nick of time, though, and that's whats important. Doesn't matter how the mission finishes, so long as it finishes with the best results.
I already know I'd hate to train to be a spy. You'd have to be in great shape (which I kinda am, but not like these people) and there'd be a lot of scary situations that you'd have to go into, which I know would always make me nervous, and spies aren't supposed to be nervous. They're supposed to be suave and cool, and they blend into the background. I can blend, but I don't know how cool I could be in any of these situations. But I'll dream it about it-and thats about as far as it can go.
The one thing that always bugged me about James Bond is that everyone knows about him. Surely, he's the worst spy in the world if all the bad guys know him-it would make him such an easy target! No one ever seems to acknowledge that though. He's still just used in all the missions, trying to be all secretive, which he never is. Every Bond thing ends in a big explosion, or bodies everywhere, or bullets being fired in a crowded place. Everyone knows!
Bristow, on the other hand, nobody knows. She changes her look for every mission-and she really does a good job of blending in. Her missions usually always have a hitch-while she's obtaining the secret documents or whatever, the person she's getting it from always seems to have a need to go into the room where they are, so the pressure is there. She always gets out in the nick of time, though, and that's whats important. Doesn't matter how the mission finishes, so long as it finishes with the best results.
I already know I'd hate to train to be a spy. You'd have to be in great shape (which I kinda am, but not like these people) and there'd be a lot of scary situations that you'd have to go into, which I know would always make me nervous, and spies aren't supposed to be nervous. They're supposed to be suave and cool, and they blend into the background. I can blend, but I don't know how cool I could be in any of these situations. But I'll dream it about it-and thats about as far as it can go.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
I'm so excited, I'm so excited, I'm so, I'm so... scared!
I was watching the Ellen Degeneres show today, and Steve Carrell is on, and they're talking about getting scared. Not in the sense of like, a horror movie scaring, but like, people surprising you kind of scary. I hate being scared-in either sense of the word. I do watch the scary movies, but I hate being scared in them. I hav to watch in full light, hanging onto someone as tight as can be. Usually, I choose my sister to do this, but when I don't have a person, I choose my Troop. She just lays there and lets me cuddle her.
But I'm getting away from the point. I do get scared very easily. I sit in the middle desk at work, between Chelle and Jules, but I used to sit in the back desk. Whenever anybody would walk up behind me, not making noise, I would get scared. Every time! I don't even know how it would happen, but it did. I have one really good scare-and it actually happened at work. The story unfolds:
So one day, I'm at work, and it's when we have a different set up than we do now. Now we have cubicles-and all of our desks are the same, in a row, but they used to be all different, and the desks were huge-taller than I. I was over talking to...Fred (to use a name Chelle already picked out) and then I hear my phone ring. Let me preface-I was wearing some high heels this day. I sprint over to get my phone, sliding a little on the plasticy thing on the ground that protects it from the chair. As I rounded the corner and grabbed my phone, out popped Tyler from behind my desk, scaring the hell out of me. I screamed into the phone, threw it, and then I just started to laugh. I was laughing so hard I was crying, and could barely get a breath. I think it might have taken a few years off, but it was well played, I had to tip my hat to him. Luckily, the person on the phone wasn't a business call-it was just my dad, who was very confused as to why I just picked up the phone and yelled. We got it sorted, though.
I don't think I'll ever get past getting scared. I am getting better though-I don't get scared when people come up behind me. I'm hoping to maybe get it under control so that when someone does scare me, I can just keep it contained-they'll never know they scared me! And until then-please don't anybody who read this try to scare me. Because thats just mean.
But I'm getting away from the point. I do get scared very easily. I sit in the middle desk at work, between Chelle and Jules, but I used to sit in the back desk. Whenever anybody would walk up behind me, not making noise, I would get scared. Every time! I don't even know how it would happen, but it did. I have one really good scare-and it actually happened at work. The story unfolds:
So one day, I'm at work, and it's when we have a different set up than we do now. Now we have cubicles-and all of our desks are the same, in a row, but they used to be all different, and the desks were huge-taller than I. I was over talking to...Fred (to use a name Chelle already picked out) and then I hear my phone ring. Let me preface-I was wearing some high heels this day. I sprint over to get my phone, sliding a little on the plasticy thing on the ground that protects it from the chair. As I rounded the corner and grabbed my phone, out popped Tyler from behind my desk, scaring the hell out of me. I screamed into the phone, threw it, and then I just started to laugh. I was laughing so hard I was crying, and could barely get a breath. I think it might have taken a few years off, but it was well played, I had to tip my hat to him. Luckily, the person on the phone wasn't a business call-it was just my dad, who was very confused as to why I just picked up the phone and yelled. We got it sorted, though.
I don't think I'll ever get past getting scared. I am getting better though-I don't get scared when people come up behind me. I'm hoping to maybe get it under control so that when someone does scare me, I can just keep it contained-they'll never know they scared me! And until then-please don't anybody who read this try to scare me. Because thats just mean.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Gentlemen prefer blondes... but gentlemen marry brunettes
I've got a secret. Are you ready? It's something you'll never guess, but I need to get it off my chest. I....color my hair. I know, it's a shocking revelation. Ok, maybe not so much. Especially when it's times like now, and my roots have started to grow in. I hate that. I wish that once you dyed your hair, your new hair would grow in, matching the one you chose. But dang it, that's just not how things work! It's getting to be that time again, when I need to dye it again. I sorta hate dyeing my hair. No matter if I get it done professionally, or do it myself at home (which is how I usually do it-it's so much cheaper that way!) it takes so long, and there's always dye left over on my face or ears or something.
The reason I'm telling everyone this, is because I'm trying to make a decision. Every time I need to choose a new color, I always debate it. There are so many choices. But this time-I'm thinking of changing it up completely, but I want input from people. I never know which color looks best on me-which is where you guys come in. Yes, I do get that only like, 4 people read this, but I need all the help I can get. I think I've had my hair all the colors that it can be (without being crazy like blue or purple or something) but I don't know that everyone that reads this has seen me with it. I'm leaving it easy-I'm just trying to choose between 3, basically. I'm going between blonde, brown, or red. I like my hair all three, that's why the choice is so difficult. I know the blonde won't be totally completely blonde, (that takes time and way more money than I'm willing to pay) but enough in there to be noticably blonder. The brown is the same brown-just a little darker than what I have right now, I think. The red I'm choosing is red-not just auburny, but I want it like, fiery red red. I'm not sure when I'm going to dye my hair, but I just want people's inputs on what looks best on me. So speak up, people. Let me know your thoughts.
The reason I'm telling everyone this, is because I'm trying to make a decision. Every time I need to choose a new color, I always debate it. There are so many choices. But this time-I'm thinking of changing it up completely, but I want input from people. I never know which color looks best on me-which is where you guys come in. Yes, I do get that only like, 4 people read this, but I need all the help I can get. I think I've had my hair all the colors that it can be (without being crazy like blue or purple or something) but I don't know that everyone that reads this has seen me with it. I'm leaving it easy-I'm just trying to choose between 3, basically. I'm going between blonde, brown, or red. I like my hair all three, that's why the choice is so difficult. I know the blonde won't be totally completely blonde, (that takes time and way more money than I'm willing to pay) but enough in there to be noticably blonder. The brown is the same brown-just a little darker than what I have right now, I think. The red I'm choosing is red-not just auburny, but I want it like, fiery red red. I'm not sure when I'm going to dye my hair, but I just want people's inputs on what looks best on me. So speak up, people. Let me know your thoughts.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Dogs' lives are too short. Their only fault, really
This day was actually pretty sad. Technically, last night was sad, and today is just a continuation. Last night, our dog Sweet Pea passed away. (Can that phrase be used for dogs? I've only heard it used in respect to humans. Whatev.) She was one of the three dogs we have. I've written about the other two, Troop and Gretl, when they've done something to warrant a blog, but Sweet Pea was our chill dog. She never did anything bad, or particularly good, she just was here. Its kind of a blessing for her to have passed, she was getting old. I think we had her for 13 years, give or take, so thats defnitely up there in years. The past few weeks, she had been getting sick, and generally had just been getting bad, so it's kind of a blessing she's gone; she doesn't have to suffer or anything anymore.
It was really hard for me, when I heard she was gone. I knew it was coming, but that doesn't make it any less hard. My dogs are like little members of the family. Actually, in my case, I like the dogs more than I like some of the members of my own family. Luckily, I still have Troop here, since she's my dog, and I think she'll be sticking around for a while. Which is good, because I don't think I could handle saying goodbye to another pet.
PS I would have included a picture, but my computer is retarded, and I couldn't get it to work.
It was really hard for me, when I heard she was gone. I knew it was coming, but that doesn't make it any less hard. My dogs are like little members of the family. Actually, in my case, I like the dogs more than I like some of the members of my own family. Luckily, I still have Troop here, since she's my dog, and I think she'll be sticking around for a while. Which is good, because I don't think I could handle saying goodbye to another pet.
PS I would have included a picture, but my computer is retarded, and I couldn't get it to work.
Monday, November 10, 2008
We're gonna rock, we're gonna roll, we're gonna bop, we're gonna bowl
Everyone brace yourselves. Are you sitting down? Ok, this evening I went to a ward activity! I know what you're thinking. The words 'Vieve' and 'ward activity' don't belong in the same sentence unless the words 'skipped' and 'another' are also there, but I went. I was informed of said activity like, two hours before it was going to happen, but it sounded like it could be fun, so we went.
We hooked up with this other ward for bowling at BYU. I'd never been there, but it was ok. Unfortunately, planning for it went a little awry, so we didn't have all the lanes we were promised, but it worked out. It was me, PJ, PJ's sister Annie B, and this new fellow we had met there who I actually had known years before, who I re-met tonight. Because there weren't enough lanes, we pulled out a deck of cards and played Egyptian Rat Screw until we got a lane. I love that game-and we had a new twist on it last night which was a blast. I'll have to be more careful when I play it though, I kept hurting myself.
We finally got our lane and starting bowling, and it was a lot of fun. And, to top it all off, I won! I beat all six people in our group with my dazzlingly high score of 122. I never win at bowling-I'm so awful-but I totally did well last night. But even though it was a ward activity, we didn't hang out with anyone in our ward, we just hung out with the people in the other ward. But I had a blast-maybe I'll go to more activities in the future!
We hooked up with this other ward for bowling at BYU. I'd never been there, but it was ok. Unfortunately, planning for it went a little awry, so we didn't have all the lanes we were promised, but it worked out. It was me, PJ, PJ's sister Annie B, and this new fellow we had met there who I actually had known years before, who I re-met tonight. Because there weren't enough lanes, we pulled out a deck of cards and played Egyptian Rat Screw until we got a lane. I love that game-and we had a new twist on it last night which was a blast. I'll have to be more careful when I play it though, I kept hurting myself.
We finally got our lane and starting bowling, and it was a lot of fun. And, to top it all off, I won! I beat all six people in our group with my dazzlingly high score of 122. I never win at bowling-I'm so awful-but I totally did well last night. But even though it was a ward activity, we didn't hang out with anyone in our ward, we just hung out with the people in the other ward. But I had a blast-maybe I'll go to more activities in the future!
Sunday, November 9, 2008
Lazy Sunday
Sunday is my favorite day of the week. It's my designated "Vieve" day. Don't get me wrong-I love my weekends, even when they're busy, and we're running all over the place, trying to get to a billion different places. I love the weekends when we have no plans, and we're just hanging out, doing a movie night. Sometimes, I can even appreciate the week-going to work, watching my TV, and being busy there. But nothing can compare to Sunday. It's when I listen to no one and answer to no one. I don't have to get dressed if I don't want to, I don't even have to get out of bed! Ok, usually, I do have church and that takes up time, and makes me shower and get dressed, etc, but on the days we don't go, it is pure bliss.
Today, this Sunday was really awesome for me. There's no real reason for it-nothing really special happened, but it was great just the same. I got all the things I wanted to do done-and I wasn't rushing or anything all day. I got my car cleaned (on the inside, I'm not dumb enough to be washing it right now), I gave myself a pedicure (mostly because there was nobody here I could con into giving me one...shoot), I cleaned my bathroom, and I got all my junk unpacked from my overnight stay in Ogden. I can't believe the amount of junk I pack for one night. I suppose it makes sense, because you have to have all of your toiletries, but it always just enters into my brain that I'd never be one of those girls who can just shove a couple of clothes into a bag, and leave for a trip at a moments notice. Oh well, I can live with that. I cleared out more of my Tivo, had a great run, and even got to read a little. And on the plus side-New York defeated Houston, so now we play New York next Saturday at Rio Tinto Stadium! You better believe I'm getting my tickets right now.
I know that if I had this type of day always, I'd get so sick of it, but it's nice to have once in a while. And now I'm totally relaxed, and ready for the week to start. With Sundays like these...who needs to have Mondays?
Today, this Sunday was really awesome for me. There's no real reason for it-nothing really special happened, but it was great just the same. I got all the things I wanted to do done-and I wasn't rushing or anything all day. I got my car cleaned (on the inside, I'm not dumb enough to be washing it right now), I gave myself a pedicure (mostly because there was nobody here I could con into giving me one...shoot), I cleaned my bathroom, and I got all my junk unpacked from my overnight stay in Ogden. I can't believe the amount of junk I pack for one night. I suppose it makes sense, because you have to have all of your toiletries, but it always just enters into my brain that I'd never be one of those girls who can just shove a couple of clothes into a bag, and leave for a trip at a moments notice. Oh well, I can live with that. I cleared out more of my Tivo, had a great run, and even got to read a little. And on the plus side-New York defeated Houston, so now we play New York next Saturday at Rio Tinto Stadium! You better believe I'm getting my tickets right now.
I know that if I had this type of day always, I'd get so sick of it, but it's nice to have once in a while. And now I'm totally relaxed, and ready for the week to start. With Sundays like these...who needs to have Mondays?
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