Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Nationals
Just to let everyone know, Generation Tax made it into nationals, which means we will be taking a trip to DC in January! Now that's Xtreme Taxation!
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Thanksgiving
For Thanksgiving, I decided to do a post on what I am thankful for right now.
Top 5 Things I'm Grateful For This Thanksgiving
5. Football - I love football. It is so entertaining to watch AND to play, something that is rare among sports. If I could, I would be in the NFL women's league, except for the fact that I'd be shattered into a million pieces.
4. Macey's - I love this grocery store. Everyone in my apartment complex tries to tell me that Smith's is better and cheaper, but I have yet to find anyone that shops as cheap as I do and eats as well as I do. Even if I did, I don't think the love I have for that store would ever fade. I can find anything in that store in 36.7 seconds, and I bet that 27% of the time, that item would have a little yellow sale sticker. And if that wasn't enough, how about the 25 cent ice cream cones you can get with the starving student card so that you're not hungry while you shop and end up with half the store in your cart.
3. Missionaries - So yes this one may be influenced by the fact that my best friend is currently serving a mission right now, but even that put aside, I am grateful for missionaries. I had the unique opportunity of going to the TRC at the MTC to help teach some missionaries in Spanish, and I was just blown away by the courage of these young men. I guess I never totally realized what being a missionary entails, but these boys were sick, stressed out, scared out of their minds about speaking Spanish, and at one point one of the boys talked about how much he loved his family and how they are a blessing to him, and it brought tears to my eyes because I finally realized how hard that must be for these guys (and girls), to not be able to see anyone familiar for 2 straight years. So yes, I am very grateful for missionaries.
2. Going to BYU - I am SOOOOOO glad for the opportunity I have to go to BYU. It is getting harder and harder to be accepted into the school, and I am so glad I was able to do well enough in high school to have this opportunity. It is a great school, very cheap, and creates an environment that I can enjoy free (mostly) of out-of-control parties and shenanigans. I love being able to take religion classes, and love that my soon-to-be major is number one in the nation. I feel like I'm getting the best of both worlds! (Anyone notice the Hannah Montana plug in there? No? Yes, I know I'm a little old, but she's just so dang adorable! And I love Billy Rae.)
1. My Mom - I know this is so cliche and cheesy, but I am thankful for my mom. She always has a good attitude, and she is wonder woman. I especially love that she taught me how to budget, cook, sew, and clean, something that I think fewer and fewer teenagers are being taught today. I am also especially grateful that she will be here in a week and a half to "surprise" me for my birthday!
Other things I'm grateful for: Flat-rate priority packages, Mother's Animal Cookies, baby nieces and nephews, X-Men, good grades this semester, J-Dawgs (Thanks Megan for introducing me to them!), the Twilight series (don't judge me), a big family, older brothers who have already paved the way at BYU and teach me the tricks and secrets to being successful, bows, my ward, musicals, family traditions, and sleep.
Top 5 Things I'm Grateful For This Thanksgiving
5. Football - I love football. It is so entertaining to watch AND to play, something that is rare among sports. If I could, I would be in the NFL women's league, except for the fact that I'd be shattered into a million pieces.
4. Macey's - I love this grocery store. Everyone in my apartment complex tries to tell me that Smith's is better and cheaper, but I have yet to find anyone that shops as cheap as I do and eats as well as I do. Even if I did, I don't think the love I have for that store would ever fade. I can find anything in that store in 36.7 seconds, and I bet that 27% of the time, that item would have a little yellow sale sticker. And if that wasn't enough, how about the 25 cent ice cream cones you can get with the starving student card so that you're not hungry while you shop and end up with half the store in your cart.
3. Missionaries - So yes this one may be influenced by the fact that my best friend is currently serving a mission right now, but even that put aside, I am grateful for missionaries. I had the unique opportunity of going to the TRC at the MTC to help teach some missionaries in Spanish, and I was just blown away by the courage of these young men. I guess I never totally realized what being a missionary entails, but these boys were sick, stressed out, scared out of their minds about speaking Spanish, and at one point one of the boys talked about how much he loved his family and how they are a blessing to him, and it brought tears to my eyes because I finally realized how hard that must be for these guys (and girls), to not be able to see anyone familiar for 2 straight years. So yes, I am very grateful for missionaries.
2. Going to BYU - I am SOOOOOO glad for the opportunity I have to go to BYU. It is getting harder and harder to be accepted into the school, and I am so glad I was able to do well enough in high school to have this opportunity. It is a great school, very cheap, and creates an environment that I can enjoy free (mostly) of out-of-control parties and shenanigans. I love being able to take religion classes, and love that my soon-to-be major is number one in the nation. I feel like I'm getting the best of both worlds! (Anyone notice the Hannah Montana plug in there? No? Yes, I know I'm a little old, but she's just so dang adorable! And I love Billy Rae.)
1. My Mom - I know this is so cliche and cheesy, but I am thankful for my mom. She always has a good attitude, and she is wonder woman. I especially love that she taught me how to budget, cook, sew, and clean, something that I think fewer and fewer teenagers are being taught today. I am also especially grateful that she will be here in a week and a half to "surprise" me for my birthday!
Other things I'm grateful for: Flat-rate priority packages, Mother's Animal Cookies, baby nieces and nephews, X-Men, good grades this semester, J-Dawgs (Thanks Megan for introducing me to them!), the Twilight series (don't judge me), a big family, older brothers who have already paved the way at BYU and teach me the tricks and secrets to being successful, bows, my ward, musicals, family traditions, and sleep.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Generation Tax
So I'm not sure if the blog world knows this yet, but I have changed my major over from molecular biology to accounting (I know, I'm still a little embarrassed to admit that because of all the grief I have given accounting before). My dad and my brother have been bugging me for years to do accounting, and they only stopped this year after I told them how adamantly I was against accounting and was going into cancer research. Well my theory is that the second they stopped trying to make me be like them, I realized the true value of the major (I'm not going to lie, the frequent free food involved was one of the major factors that made me switch over. Nobody takes molecular biologists out to dinner for free).
Well anyways, Ben, being the cool big brother he is, decided to recruit me for his xtax team this year. Sure it may have only been because he needed 2 sophomores on his team and I fit that description, but I try to convince myself it's because he just loves me so much and wanted to spend as much time with me as possible since it is after all his last year here at BYU. Well either way, he recruited me and we set off on our adventure.
The Competition: PWC's Xtreme Tax aka xtax
The Team: "Generation Tax" or as we have been nicknamed, "GenTax"
The Members: Benjamin Stay (the leader), Lauren Inouye (the brains), James Barker (Mr. Classy), Tyler Juergens (Golden Boy), and Crystal Stay (Baby Sis')
The Mission: To rid the country of Tarafina of pollution and save its valued natural resources through the election of Alfredo Dumont, "The Green Choice Candidate" who, through alterations to the Tarafina tax code, will take down all polluters alike.
The Victors (Try not to dwell on the lameness of my outfit, I don't have a suit yet)
So our group of 5 competed last Friday against BYU's best - the accounting majors. There were 15 teams competing this year, and let me tell you, they brought their a-game. Well of course being Team Stay . . . I mean team Generation Tax, we pulled out victorious and won the grand prize. The rewards? $250 and a chance of going to Nationals in D.C. They only pick 5 teams out of 80 schools that compete, and we will find out if we have made it the week of December 8th, so wish us luck!Wednesday, October 8, 2008
My Very Rational Fears
So when I started this blog, my original intention was to keep myself busy during my summer as an intern, and I did not think that it was going to go very far, but I was mistaken. My number of readers has tripled from 2 to at least 6 now, and I have been spurred by two of my readers for another post. So I am reviving the blog, and bringing it to the collegiate level.
So I don't really have anything interesting to write about. I have been thinking about it for a while and will most likely come up with something worth writing in the future, but for now I am going to go with a suggestion from my brother Luke. He told me to do a post on irrational fears I have.
The only problem is, my fears are VERY rational.
So here we go! My top 5 completely rational fears.
5. Braids- When I was in gymnastics, I would occasionally wear braids because they succeeded in holding my hair tight enough to keep it in for 4 hours of intense physical activity. Their flip-ability rating was very high in my books. I soon discovered however that every time I wore them, something dreadful happened. It first started out as not doing as well at practice, then I would mess up at meets, and the culmination was the day I broke my arm, all of which occurred while I was sporting braids. From that time on I have probably only wore braids once in my life, for fear of a piano falling from the sky and dropping on my head since each time I wear braids the disaster level only increases. French braids however do not fall in the braid category for me. For some reason, the fact that they are securely strapped to my head and not flailing about provides me some comfort.
4. PDA - Public Displays of Affection. I hate it! I don't mind it so much for other people, except when they start kissing in front of me, but in my own personal relationships, the fear is insurmountable. I dated a boy last year for 7 months, and there were probably only 3 times total that I even held his hand in public because of my fear, and it was NEVER in front of a crowd or anyone I knew. I don't know where this fear came from (my theory is it is a result of 3 older brothers teasing me about boys, and a fear of letting them know that I like a boy), or why it doesn't apply to anyone else, but even just thinking about committing the PDA felony gives me the heebie jeebies.
3. The gremlins - I saw this movie once when I was younger, and I STILL have recurring nightmares. 'Nough said.
2. Cars - Cars are probably the scariest things in the world to me. For some reason, I just absolutely hate them, no matter how safe the driver. When someone offers to drive me somewhere, initially I think to myself, I'd rather drive us because I trust me more than you, but then I think, I don't trust myself that much, so usually by the end of our conversation I'm convincing them to walk there instead. It is almost guaranteed that if I am driving in your car, I will be grasping onto the armrests for dear life - as if they're going to do anything for me in a car crash.
1. Throwing up - So when I said cars were the scariest things in the world, I lied. Throwing up is the scariest thing in the world. You'll think I'm kidding when I say this, but I kid you not. I would rather die than throw up. When I have the urge to throw up, I stay put for hours on end fighting it down until it finally reaches the point where I move an inch and the vomit goes flying. I NEVER make it to the bathroom for this reason. I try to convince my body that it doesn't need to throw up, but I always lose. In the end I usually feel better, but the pain you go through is completely not worth it.
So I don't really have anything interesting to write about. I have been thinking about it for a while and will most likely come up with something worth writing in the future, but for now I am going to go with a suggestion from my brother Luke. He told me to do a post on irrational fears I have.
The only problem is, my fears are VERY rational.
So here we go! My top 5 completely rational fears.
5. Braids- When I was in gymnastics, I would occasionally wear braids because they succeeded in holding my hair tight enough to keep it in for 4 hours of intense physical activity. Their flip-ability rating was very high in my books. I soon discovered however that every time I wore them, something dreadful happened. It first started out as not doing as well at practice, then I would mess up at meets, and the culmination was the day I broke my arm, all of which occurred while I was sporting braids. From that time on I have probably only wore braids once in my life, for fear of a piano falling from the sky and dropping on my head since each time I wear braids the disaster level only increases. French braids however do not fall in the braid category for me. For some reason, the fact that they are securely strapped to my head and not flailing about provides me some comfort.
4. PDA - Public Displays of Affection. I hate it! I don't mind it so much for other people, except when they start kissing in front of me, but in my own personal relationships, the fear is insurmountable. I dated a boy last year for 7 months, and there were probably only 3 times total that I even held his hand in public because of my fear, and it was NEVER in front of a crowd or anyone I knew. I don't know where this fear came from (my theory is it is a result of 3 older brothers teasing me about boys, and a fear of letting them know that I like a boy), or why it doesn't apply to anyone else, but even just thinking about committing the PDA felony gives me the heebie jeebies.
3. The gremlins - I saw this movie once when I was younger, and I STILL have recurring nightmares. 'Nough said.
2. Cars - Cars are probably the scariest things in the world to me. For some reason, I just absolutely hate them, no matter how safe the driver. When someone offers to drive me somewhere, initially I think to myself, I'd rather drive us because I trust me more than you, but then I think, I don't trust myself that much, so usually by the end of our conversation I'm convincing them to walk there instead. It is almost guaranteed that if I am driving in your car, I will be grasping onto the armrests for dear life - as if they're going to do anything for me in a car crash.
1. Throwing up - So when I said cars were the scariest things in the world, I lied. Throwing up is the scariest thing in the world. You'll think I'm kidding when I say this, but I kid you not. I would rather die than throw up. When I have the urge to throw up, I stay put for hours on end fighting it down until it finally reaches the point where I move an inch and the vomit goes flying. I NEVER make it to the bathroom for this reason. I try to convince my body that it doesn't need to throw up, but I always lose. In the end I usually feel better, but the pain you go through is completely not worth it.
Friday, August 22, 2008
Megruth
I'm not sure how many of you all know (actually, I'm sure you all know since I'm pretty sure my readers are still all within the family unit), but I have a wonderful sister-in-law named Megan.
I'll start out with a little history about Megan and I. Once upon a time, my brother Luke IMed me informing me of the Spice Girls reunion tour. I got very excited, and he told me that they would be going to New York, and that if I wanted, that I should go see it with him and Megan. Now for those of you who don't know Luke (once again, I'm almost positive you all do), it was a big deal that he mentioned a girl. In fact, it was probably the first time in my life I had ever heard him talk about going somewhere with a girl. So of course I drilled him about her, trying to embarrass him by saying she was his girlfriend and that he loved her, but lo and behold, he did not deny any of this! I was astonished! From that moment on, I knew I'd love Megan. Anyone who can get Luke to willingly go to a Spice Girls concert is a keeper in this family.
So anyways, on to the good stuff. Megan is an AMAZING photographer. Fact, not opinion. She does not do the point and shoot stuff that I see in most wedding photographs, but rather takes a creative spin on each shot, capturing the best moments of each wedding/event. I've decided to share some of my favorite photographs she's taken, and you can see even more here.
I'll start out with a little history about Megan and I. Once upon a time, my brother Luke IMed me informing me of the Spice Girls reunion tour. I got very excited, and he told me that they would be going to New York, and that if I wanted, that I should go see it with him and Megan. Now for those of you who don't know Luke (once again, I'm almost positive you all do), it was a big deal that he mentioned a girl. In fact, it was probably the first time in my life I had ever heard him talk about going somewhere with a girl. So of course I drilled him about her, trying to embarrass him by saying she was his girlfriend and that he loved her, but lo and behold, he did not deny any of this! I was astonished! From that moment on, I knew I'd love Megan. Anyone who can get Luke to willingly go to a Spice Girls concert is a keeper in this family.
So anyways, on to the good stuff. Megan is an AMAZING photographer. Fact, not opinion. She does not do the point and shoot stuff that I see in most wedding photographs, but rather takes a creative spin on each shot, capturing the best moments of each wedding/event. I've decided to share some of my favorite photographs she's taken, and you can see even more here.
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Top 5 Problems with the Chinese Gymnasts
My first installment of the infamous "Top 5."
So here we go.
5. The Uneven Bars: Granted this was not the fault of the Chinese, I'm still adding it to my top 5 because it irks me. So in my opinion, Nastia's routine was slightly better than the Chinese girl's, but of course I'm going to be a little biased. So that aside, they tied, good for them! So they both get the gold right?! WRONG! Before I say my complaint, I need to explain a little bit about Gymnastics scoring. So there are 6 judges that submit an execution score (the perfect ten part of the 2 part score), and the highes and the lowest scores are automatically thrown out. Fair enough, this helps eliminate bias. The remaining 4 scores are then averaged, giving the final score. Well in the new rules, in the case of a tie, the next lowest judge score is thrown out, leaving only 3 judges to determine the score of a gymnast. JUST 3!!! How are you supposed to get a good real estimate with just 3 people's scores? You're not. In my opinion, they should have added back in the highest and lowest scores in the case of a tie, thus leaving the score up to a whopping 6 people. But even more than that, they should have just given them both the gold, they both did an amazing routine! That's how they do it in other sports! (This reminds me of my days as a gymnast. I tied a girl for first on my floor routine with a 9.8, but since they didn't have enough ribbons, I got bumped down to a red fancy ribbon that they give the 2nd place people since this girl had a higher all-around score. It crushed my poor 10-year old self.)
4. The Little Girl's Floor Routine: I don't know her name, but I'm sure even if I did I wouldn't know how to spell it, but the little Chinese Girl who got the bronze all-around medal, her floor routine made me want to puke! The commentators kept telling us, oh! Look how she just pulls the audience into her routine! Well personally I thought it was too cheesy, fake, and truthfully, all-out creepy! I had to skip through it a couple times because it weirded me out so much. It definitely didn't have the grace and spunk of Shawn Johnson's routine, but I guess for a 12 year old, that's the best she could do.
3. Balance Beam: Did anyone else feel like the judges must have watched a different balance beam routine for Chung whatever? She had a bazillion (that's an exact number) balance checks and bad form. Sure she did not put an American gymnast out of medal contention, but she took the spot of some other more deserving gymnast. Her score was WAY too high.
2. The Vault: On the event vault finals, the leading Chinese gymnast FELL oh her landing. Not just stepped, not even hopped. Full out fell on her rumpsky! And she still medaled knocking Alicia out?! Sure her start value was higher, but I'm pretty sure Sacramone could have done that vault just as horribly as she did! I mean come on, how hard is it to fall? And if the fall wasn't enough, let's add in the fact that her shoulders weren't squared to the vault when mounting, her hands hit the table at different times, and her legs were off in the flips! The only good that came out of this one was listening to Bela give those judges a piece of his mind!
1. The Age Controversy: I'm not sure how familiar people are with Olympic Gymnastics, but recently they have placed an age restriction on the girls competing, stating that they have to be turning 16 the year of the Olympics to compete. Competing at a younger age gives the gymnasts a huge advantage as they have smaller bodies that are easier to flip around, and have usually not hit a devastating growth spurt to throw them off balance. Well, that little Chinese girl has lost a tooth . . . a baby tooth! And you're trying to tell me she's 16?! They should be stripped of their medals and try again when they grow some hips.
So here we go.
5. The Uneven Bars: Granted this was not the fault of the Chinese, I'm still adding it to my top 5 because it irks me. So in my opinion, Nastia's routine was slightly better than the Chinese girl's, but of course I'm going to be a little biased. So that aside, they tied, good for them! So they both get the gold right?! WRONG! Before I say my complaint, I need to explain a little bit about Gymnastics scoring. So there are 6 judges that submit an execution score (the perfect ten part of the 2 part score), and the highes and the lowest scores are automatically thrown out. Fair enough, this helps eliminate bias. The remaining 4 scores are then averaged, giving the final score. Well in the new rules, in the case of a tie, the next lowest judge score is thrown out, leaving only 3 judges to determine the score of a gymnast. JUST 3!!! How are you supposed to get a good real estimate with just 3 people's scores? You're not. In my opinion, they should have added back in the highest and lowest scores in the case of a tie, thus leaving the score up to a whopping 6 people. But even more than that, they should have just given them both the gold, they both did an amazing routine! That's how they do it in other sports! (This reminds me of my days as a gymnast. I tied a girl for first on my floor routine with a 9.8, but since they didn't have enough ribbons, I got bumped down to a red fancy ribbon that they give the 2nd place people since this girl had a higher all-around score. It crushed my poor 10-year old self.)
4. The Little Girl's Floor Routine: I don't know her name, but I'm sure even if I did I wouldn't know how to spell it, but the little Chinese Girl who got the bronze all-around medal, her floor routine made me want to puke! The commentators kept telling us, oh! Look how she just pulls the audience into her routine! Well personally I thought it was too cheesy, fake, and truthfully, all-out creepy! I had to skip through it a couple times because it weirded me out so much. It definitely didn't have the grace and spunk of Shawn Johnson's routine, but I guess for a 12 year old, that's the best she could do.
3. Balance Beam: Did anyone else feel like the judges must have watched a different balance beam routine for Chung whatever? She had a bazillion (that's an exact number) balance checks and bad form. Sure she did not put an American gymnast out of medal contention, but she took the spot of some other more deserving gymnast. Her score was WAY too high.
2. The Vault: On the event vault finals, the leading Chinese gymnast FELL oh her landing. Not just stepped, not even hopped. Full out fell on her rumpsky! And she still medaled knocking Alicia out?! Sure her start value was higher, but I'm pretty sure Sacramone could have done that vault just as horribly as she did! I mean come on, how hard is it to fall? And if the fall wasn't enough, let's add in the fact that her shoulders weren't squared to the vault when mounting, her hands hit the table at different times, and her legs were off in the flips! The only good that came out of this one was listening to Bela give those judges a piece of his mind!
1. The Age Controversy: I'm not sure how familiar people are with Olympic Gymnastics, but recently they have placed an age restriction on the girls competing, stating that they have to be turning 16 the year of the Olympics to compete. Competing at a younger age gives the gymnasts a huge advantage as they have smaller bodies that are easier to flip around, and have usually not hit a devastating growth spurt to throw them off balance. Well, that little Chinese girl has lost a tooth . . . a baby tooth! And you're trying to tell me she's 16?! They should be stripped of their medals and try again when they grow some hips.
Ring My Bela!
I love this man
I don't know whether it's because of his always enthusiastic allegations against the Chinese or his crazy Romanian smile, but this guy knows how to make me laugh. And little did you guys know, he helped start up the gym I went to as a little girl. Yup, I'm famous.
Friday, August 8, 2008
True Life: My life as a Temp
So this summer I've had the bittersweet opportunity of working as a temp worker. For those of you who don't know what a temp is, a "temp" worker works for a temp office who then finds companies looking for temporary help during certain seasons or for a couple of months. The temp office then hires people like me out to these companies, and makes a few dollars an hour off of my working. Normally these jobs are nothing special, but they do pay a pretty penny for those of us who need more money than a retail job can offer, and you do normally get regular business hours which is nice. And overall I've been pretty well-pleased with my job this summer.
That is until this past week.
So for the past 2 months, I've been mostly just doing data entry and organization for this company I've been hired out to, and let me just tell you, it has been thrilling. <-- That my friends was a little taste of my sarcasm, fyi. I have literally been bored out of my mind, watching as my brain turned to mush, but I kept telling myself, well, it can only get better from here! WRONG! So I finished up all of the data entry and organization my boss wants me to do, and now he's having me address, stuff, and mail 5000 letters!! You heard me (or I guess read me) correctly, 5000! I have to look up 5000 addresses for 5000 companies and mail letters to 5000 people! Oh and get this, I have to lick the 5000 envelopes . . . with my tongue! Because this company isn't fancy enough for those envelope moisteners. Luckily I only have 2 weeks left so I'm doubting I'll even get through 2500 envelopes. Stupid temp job, I don't know if my tongue will ever heal.
Good news is that I have money in my bank! That's right Fergie, I don't have to get my broke booty home after all!
That is until this past week.
So for the past 2 months, I've been mostly just doing data entry and organization for this company I've been hired out to, and let me just tell you, it has been thrilling. <-- That my friends was a little taste of my sarcasm, fyi. I have literally been bored out of my mind, watching as my brain turned to mush, but I kept telling myself, well, it can only get better from here! WRONG! So I finished up all of the data entry and organization my boss wants me to do, and now he's having me address, stuff, and mail 5000 letters!! You heard me (or I guess read me) correctly, 5000! I have to look up 5000 addresses for 5000 companies and mail letters to 5000 people! Oh and get this, I have to lick the 5000 envelopes . . . with my tongue! Because this company isn't fancy enough for those envelope moisteners. Luckily I only have 2 weeks left so I'm doubting I'll even get through 2500 envelopes. Stupid temp job, I don't know if my tongue will ever heal.
Good news is that I have money in my bank! That's right Fergie, I don't have to get my broke booty home after all!
Thursday, August 7, 2008
Gross!
Quote of the Day:
Ben: it's really nice to have friends outside the ward too.
Dating outside the ward is always better than from within.
It's like drinking from the pool you've peed in
Ben: it's really nice to have friends outside the ward too.
Dating outside the ward is always better than from within.
It's like drinking from the pool you've peed in
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
A Little Monday Night Football
So last night I had the wonderful opportunity of attending one of the Patriots' pre-season practice sessions at Gillette Stadium. For those of you who don't know me, I have a deep passion for the sport of Football. Everything about it makes me giddy! My adrenaline starts pumping when I enter the stadiums and smell the fried goodness, see the face paint, watch the girls lead some cheers, hear the fans' chants and stompings shaking the rows and see my players all ready for some action.
I love football, and I always have. I chose to do cheerleading in 5th grade because I wanted to be there on the field with the boys, but would have lost all of my friends if I had done that as a player. I was the only girl to play touch football with the boys during recess in elementary school, and I was darn good a it! (What I've failed to mention is that my cootie shots were not in effect back then, so had any boy touched me they would have been infected from this deadly virus. As you might guess, I was always the first pick for this very reason) Later in high school, I played on my junior year's powder puff team as a Linebacker, and I shredded that field. By preventing the opposing grade from ever advancing more than half the field (like 25 yards, we were already playing on a field half the size of the standard fields), and "accidentally" tackling the senior running back when she tried illegally hiding her flags, I claimed the mvp title. I was even rewarded after a few of my plays with taunts of "She's a Mormon!" aimed towards the senior class.
It's clear, I was born to play football.
But alas, I am but a little girl, and although I held my own amongst my equals, I would be slaughtered by the 3 hundred pound men that play professionally today. Therefore, I am forced to take my place as a member of the team in the stands. Although I do favor the Patriots as my NFL team, my heart truly belongs to the men in blue and white over at Lavell's. And with Sorenson joining our team this year, you'd better believe we're going to go far! I can't wait for this fall! And you'll know exactly where to find me every game, snow, sleet or shine. Rise and Shout baby!
And my brother Luke also wanted me to mention how dreamy he thinks Tom Brady is. I suspect a little man-crush.
I love football, and I always have. I chose to do cheerleading in 5th grade because I wanted to be there on the field with the boys, but would have lost all of my friends if I had done that as a player. I was the only girl to play touch football with the boys during recess in elementary school, and I was darn good a it! (What I've failed to mention is that my cootie shots were not in effect back then, so had any boy touched me they would have been infected from this deadly virus. As you might guess, I was always the first pick for this very reason) Later in high school, I played on my junior year's powder puff team as a Linebacker, and I shredded that field. By preventing the opposing grade from ever advancing more than half the field (like 25 yards, we were already playing on a field half the size of the standard fields), and "accidentally" tackling the senior running back when she tried illegally hiding her flags, I claimed the mvp title. I was even rewarded after a few of my plays with taunts of "She's a Mormon!" aimed towards the senior class.
It's clear, I was born to play football.
But alas, I am but a little girl, and although I held my own amongst my equals, I would be slaughtered by the 3 hundred pound men that play professionally today. Therefore, I am forced to take my place as a member of the team in the stands. Although I do favor the Patriots as my NFL team, my heart truly belongs to the men in blue and white over at Lavell's. And with Sorenson joining our team this year, you'd better believe we're going to go far! I can't wait for this fall! And you'll know exactly where to find me every game, snow, sleet or shine. Rise and Shout baby!
And my brother Luke also wanted me to mention how dreamy he thinks Tom Brady is. I suspect a little man-crush.
Friday, August 1, 2008
The Legend of Crystal Clear
After a few months of living my life vicariously through the blogs of family and friends, I have decided to enter the world that is "the blogosphere". Seeing as how I have a whopping two people who are even aware of my attempt at entering the blog world, this is my official welcome.
So, welcome Crystal!
As for my blog name: A few years ago I babysat a few families pretty regularly, and one day I learned that one of the little boys I babysat, about 6 years old (I think), told his aunt who I was pretty good friends with, that my name was Crystal Clear. He truly believed that that was indeed my name, and would ask for "Crystal Clear" to babysit whenever his parents went out. With the encouragement of said aunt, he also would address me personally as Crystal Clear, and that became the family's nickname for me. Where this boy concocted the notion that this was my real name remains a mystery to me to this day. And that my dear friends (that's right! All two of you! Maybe 3 if my brother tells his wife about this!) is the legend of Crystal Clear.
Now onto some real business. 50% of my two readers have asked that I do a post about a pair of moccasins I will be receiving at the end of the summer. These beautiful babies
are my extremely early birthday gift from my sister Michelle. So thank you Michelle, and remind me to thank you again in 4 months when real thanks is due. Most everyone knows I have a shoe fetish, and these genuine moccasins will be a first in my collection.
P.S. I am currently a science major, so any comments on my spelling or grammar in this or future posts I will deem null.
So, welcome Crystal!
As for my blog name: A few years ago I babysat a few families pretty regularly, and one day I learned that one of the little boys I babysat, about 6 years old (I think), told his aunt who I was pretty good friends with, that my name was Crystal Clear. He truly believed that that was indeed my name, and would ask for "Crystal Clear" to babysit whenever his parents went out. With the encouragement of said aunt, he also would address me personally as Crystal Clear, and that became the family's nickname for me. Where this boy concocted the notion that this was my real name remains a mystery to me to this day. And that my dear friends (that's right! All two of you! Maybe 3 if my brother tells his wife about this!) is the legend of Crystal Clear.
Now onto some real business. 50% of my two readers have asked that I do a post about a pair of moccasins I will be receiving at the end of the summer. These beautiful babies
are my extremely early birthday gift from my sister Michelle. So thank you Michelle, and remind me to thank you again in 4 months when real thanks is due. Most everyone knows I have a shoe fetish, and these genuine moccasins will be a first in my collection.
P.S. I am currently a science major, so any comments on my spelling or grammar in this or future posts I will deem null.
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