Vieve's Videos

I was on Twitter today, and Andy Williams (#77 on my beloved RSL) tweeted out the video. Now, I've never played Angry Birds, but I hear it's crazy addicting. And I'm sure this is an accurate representation of the game, with soccer players. Anyway, I don't really need to explain much of this beyond, a soccer team has recreated a live version of Angry Birds. These guys are AMAZING - I wish I had the accuracy required to do all of this stuff. But enjoy, anyway, and hopefully you'll be as impressed as I was!

Angry Birds!

PS Sorry I couldn't put the video directly on here, and only could link, I'm not blogging from a usual place. :)

Foto Friday… Pt 2

Aaaaaand here’s the second Foto Friday! There aren’t really stories to these pictures.

This photo was posted by my sisters fiancé on Facebook. I want this dog so badly. Husband says that if we get a dog, it’d have to be an outside dog. But if I got this dog, I could keep it with me all the time, and cuddle him in my arms always. Plus, I’d try to put him in different things. Taco shell…pita pocket…you get the idea.

I have found the devil, and it’s in this cat. This is a rare Janus cat, a cat born with 2 faces. According to this article I read on them, they usually die pretty quickly, because they can’t get their food to their stomachs probably, and they die of starvation, or the milk goes to their lungs, and they die of lung-related diseases. But this one has miraculously survived for 12 years. I believe it is the devil, and should be avoided at all costs.

Foto Friday… Pt 1

Ok, here’s the thing. I meant to do one of these entries the other day, and make it its one, but there’s a picture attached, so I thought I could sneak it in under a Foto Friday. But there’s some other pictures that I wanted to share with everyone, so I’m doing a two-parter. That’s right – the first ever two part Foto Friday! *cheers*

This one has a story with it though. Tuesday night, I drove up to SLC to meet Husband and his company for dinner at Buca di Beppo. So I get there, and of course, it being SLC, I have to find a parking lot to park in, and find one that’s hopefully cheap enough, because I only have $5 in cash (all in ones, of course) to pay for it, and it has to be long enough time that I don’t have to be rushing to my car. So I find one, and I think it’s good enough. I park, and I’m standing in line, the third back. And waiting…waiting…because the people in front of me are taking forever. So as I’m waiting, a guy comes up to me, and asks if I’m paying to park. Uh…I’m standing in the line…yes I am. So he tells me, he only got there 20 minutes ago, and his parking pass is still good, so if I want it, to save me a bit of money, I can take it. Well, this sounds awesome, so I follow him (nervously!) to his car. He takes out his pass, and hands it to me. After I thank him, he drives away, and I get a look at the pass. It’s good for 10 more hours – I’m saved! I saved money, I don’t have to hurry back, what a glorious thing this stranger did for me.

So that’s my story of what a Good Samaritan did for me. I keep trying to pay it forward, but so far, no opportunities to do so have popped up, but I’m keeping my eyes open. Hopefully soon, I can help someone out like this guy did for me!

Miscellaneous Monday

It’s been a little bit of time since I’ve done one of these! Let’s jump in, shall we?

This last week has been a traumatizing hair week for me. I cut my hair last Monday (a week ago today!). And when I say cut, I do mean cut, I didn’t just trim off an inch. As I was doing my hair on Sunday, I noticed that the ends of my hair were just gross. So when I went in for the trim, I decided, lets cut off more than normal. So I cut off 4 1/2 – 5 inches of hair. It may not seem like a lot, but for me, it was. No my hair barely grazes my collarbones. Its such a change for me. My ponytail is so small now, and the buns I do are just tiny. Its nice to have the healthy hair though, I love running my fingers through it.

The other hair event was, I colored my hair. I originally was doing my normal hair color, brown on the bottom, blonde on the top, but there was an issue with the blonde, it made my hair look gray! I was flipping out, so of course we changed it. This all happened late Saturday night, which was an adventure into itself. So now, my hair is medium-brown on the top, and light-brown on the bottom. They look the same, though, as if there’s no difference. So now, I’m a brunette. There is no blonde. For now, I’m enjoying the change, but I know that in a month or so, I’ll be sick of it, and change it back to blonde. Or red.

RSL is on a bit of an up-and-down right now. We had a 5-game winning streak of awesomeness, we even beat NY at NY (which we’d never done!) last Wednesday 3-1. Needless to say, we were pretty pumped to go into Saturday’s game at DC, since DC isn’t very good. Oh boy did they surprise us. They scored 4 points in the first 30 minutes. We got one in during the second half, so the game ended 4-1. What a disappointment. It broke our streak. But we can always get a new streak. We have a game in two days on Wednesday – hopefully we can win that, and make our way back up to the top.

I wish I could blame it on age, but…

We all know, I don’t really have that good of a memory. I can barely remember childhood fun, and now, I have to write every single thing that I need to buy from the grocery store, or I’ll forget it. If I need to remember something for later, I either have to send myself a text message, or put it on a post-it note, and attach that to my cell phone, so that I know I’ll look at it later. Its possible that many people are like this, but from my point of view, my memory is not very good.

This Saturday, RSL played Sporting Kansas City (yes, that is their full name, isn’t it awesome?) on the same day as The Holy War. I had spent most of the morning shopping, groceries, etc, and then went up to Sandy to go to Tai Pan. A group of us shopped up there for a while, and then went to eat at Simply Thai. The game started at 7:00, per usual, and we got to the parking lot at 6:30. When we got to the lot, I stepped out of the car, and as soon as I stood up, I realized, I didn’t bring the tickets with me. I left the tickets on my nightstand. I wanted to kick myself so hard!

We immediately got back in the car and went home, with me cursing myself the whole time. We thought about going to the box office, to see if we could just get the tickets there, but when we got near there, we saw the line there was insane, and since I wasn’t sure if they could do that anyway, we just drove home. I was calling the box office of RSL to see if there was anything they could do, but no one ever answered. After some serious speeding, we got to the house a little before 7:00, and grabbed the tickets, and immediately hit the road.

We got back up to Sandy at like, 7:20. Husband, being the nice guy that he is, dropped me off in front of the stadium, so that I could run in and watch the game while he parked the car. I got to my seat 25 minutes into the game, and thankfully had not missed much. RSL ended up winning the game, 1-0, and we’re now in 3rd place in the west. Huzzah! We took this picture while we were waiting for the concert after the game, OneRepublic to get started.

The concert was pretty good, but the sound quality was horrible, so we left early, maybe 15, 20 minutes into it, but that was plenty. I guess my whole story here could have been avoided had I just done one small thing – checked for the tickets. 5 years of games, 20 games a year…you’d think I’d have learned this. And believe you me, now, I have.

The End is in Sight

All right, readers, here it is. Day 5 of dedicated-to-Husband-week. Its been a good week of helpful information for you all, but today is when it stops. But I’m not saying that I’ll stop talking about him. As I understand it, I’ll be married to him for quite a while from here on out, so he’ll likely be in most of my stories. And I promise that in future blogs, I’ll mention him enough so that people can deduce that I am married, and its possible that from here on out, I might even call him by name, Adam. We’ll see, we’ll see.

Its not that I was ever, like, ashamed of Husband. It’s that this blog is mostly about pretty superficial things. I heard it described this way once on my beloved Cougar Town: I want to talk about him all the time, but nobody wants to hear me only talk about that. Plus, once I start talking about him, I just might not stop. And then I’m a crazy person, and nobody wants to be a crazy person.

But I digress. The point of the week was to show that I do talk about Husband, and that he does exist. And I’ll be talking about him for years to come.

And the answer is…

All right, here we are. Day 4 of Husband week. I couldn’t think of a topic, until I was helped by Chelle. It’s not that I have nothing to talk about anymore, its just…that I don’t know what to talk about, so my mind goes blank, and I don’t have any idea of any memories of us, so I don’t know what to say. But today, I’ve chosen to relive our engagement.

I won’t lie, I thought (now) Husband would have proposed to me over the holidays. Because it’s a cliché, I thought it would happen to me too. So here came Christmas Eve, and…nothing. And then, Christmas Day! And…nothing. So I was like, all right, this is never happening now. So I had put it at the back of my mind, because I didn’t think it would happen any time soon, which was fine. I was pretty sure it was coming eventually, so I didn’t stress too much about it.

So one day, the 28th of December, we were at his house, hanging out, not really doing anything. We were trying to decide what to do that evening, but so far, couldn’t think of any ideas. Finally, he asks if bowling sounds fun, and I’m like, yeah, lets go bowling. We get in the car, and off we go. He wasn’t going in the direction of the nearest bowling alley (Fat Cats!) so I just assumed he was heading to the one up on state street in Orem, so I didn’t question it. Then we pulled into the park where we had most of our first date (I saw most, because we had dinner, got a cookie, walked around for a while, and then found ourselves at this park for a few hours, so, most) and then that’s when I was like, oh my dude, this is when it’s going to happen.

We get out of the car, and of course, the car is covered in snow, and its freezing even with my winter coat on. We walked around for a minute, then found (we think, through the snow) the spot where we had our first kiss. We chatted for a few minutes, and there was a dang dog barking the entire time that we kept laughing about. He kept taking a breath, like he was going to start talking, then he would still be quiet. After what seemed like forever (because I was so antsy!) he got down on one knee, and proposed. And of course, I cry, like a girl, and say yes.

So there it is, my proposal. And so far, everything has turned out pretty well for the two of us. And I leave for you, a photo, one of my favorites from our engagement photos.