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.