Final Score: UNLV 76- Louisville 71

So my love of Rebel Basketball increased (if that was possible) on Saturday afternoon at their game against No. 16 Louisville. Not only did the Rebels play well, but they kept their game tight and clean. This was one of those games were the excitement in the stadium is almost tangible, and during the fourth quarter the entire crowd was on their feet and cheering so loud it was almost impossible to hear my friend standing next to me. And normally I am not a screaming sort of fan, when I am stressed I like to sit there and watch my game without drunken distractions (which is why I usually stay far away from the student section) but on Saturday, it was impossible to stay in my seat. Amazing, absolutely amazing.

As a random side note, our family has had the same season tickets for years now, we sit just a few rows up from the visitors bench, and normally I hate seat hoppers who come down and sit by us. They are usually drunk guys who insist on yelling insults at the visiting team and coaches. (Like they could actually hear them in a packed stadium…stupidheads) But this last game, we had some really nice guys come and sit behind us. They chatted it up like they were SportsCenter commentators and it was great. I was really tempted to turn around and say, "The next time you feel like seat hopping, please come back here, I really enjoyed eavesdropping on your conversations." But, me being me, I was too chicken. Maybe next time.

Happy Birthday to Me

Well… as promised, its my birthday so I am blogging. Happy Birthday to me. I was chatting with one of my friends who still lives in Provo, and she said "If you were in town I would say to you, "Lets go somewhere and pretend to talk while men check us out"" Wow somedays I really miss Provo, not the place but the people.

I feel like so much has changed in the past few months and so much has stayed the same. I still love to spy on people, mostly my unsuspecting neighbors and their visitors, and the people who walk outside my office window. Although this is not as entertaining as spying in Chatamtown, because I don't know all of the drama about these people, it is still enjoyable. Thankfully I have found another source of drama to laugh about… my singles ward. Somehow, just like in Provo, I seem to have acquired more gossip about my fellow ward members than I think anyone realizes. (Which is the way it is suppose to be) And I don't feel bad about the gossip that I collect, because I just gather it, without spreading it. I want to know about these things for my own enjoyment.

One thing that has changed, I am no longer a hermit. This is probably because I have no Dear Sweets to be a hermit with. But the fact still remains… I have (strangely) become somewhat of a socialite. (much to my families dismay) I almost never spend a night at home. Weird, I know.

One of my newly acquired loves is dancing. When I moved back home, I found that most Thursday nights were spent at Stoney's, a county bar that has a big dance floor. After being dragged out by my cousin, I started to like it, even though my first attempts at line/square dancing and two stepping were laughable. Over the past few months I have gotten enough practice to become fairly good, and now I really like it and go out dancing a couple nights a week, but not just country. We found a place in town that is non-smoking and has a fun hip-hop DJ. I think one of the reasons that I like going to these places so much is the exceptional people watching.

Another part of me that has stayed the same is my deep and abiding love for Rebel Basketball. Since the season started a few weeks ago I have only missed one game and have yelled myself horse at a few (especially our instate rivals UNR…Booo) And so far, my boys are 4 and 0! Oh the joys.

Well, as a Birthday resolution I will try and blog more, I spend most of my day at a desk so I guess I don't really have a good excuse for not posting more often. Sorry. I will be better.