I L-O-V-E Rebel Basketball!

Oh my holy goodness! I shook Coach Kruger's hand last night! The Rebels beat San Diego State 76 to 66. And as I was walking out of the west tunnel after the game Coach Kruger was walking back in from the locker room. I saw him coming and realized who it was and got really excited, as he passed I said "Good game Coach" and he said "Thanks" and reached out and shook my hand! So Excited! I wanted to say, "Did you know I have a Basket Ball signed by you, and it is one of my most prized possessions? I LOVE you!" But I didn't want to scare him. And the game was amazing for so many other reasons!

First, I sat next to Seat Williams who is a commentator for ESPN (for real, not joking) and he talked me through the whole game. I thought I knew a lot about basketball, but this was something else. I think he might have been the guy that sat behind me at the Louisville game...I think.

Second, my seating arrangement got even better because I didn't have our season tickets for that game, my Dad gave them to a customer, so I just bought a cheep ticket, then made my way down to where our seats are because I know people around us and was praying that someone would have an extra seat and they did! So I got to sit the row in front of our season tickets. Oh the joys.

Next, there was a green man at the game. And by green, I do mean GREEN. He was wearing a green spandex suit that covered him from head to toe. Pictures to follow.

Finally, after a close and well fought game the Rebels came out on top. Happy Day.

But shaking Coach Kruger's hand was still the best part of the night. (possibly the entire month.)

Random Thoughts from my Morning Drive

So… A bunch of random thoughts meandered through my head this morning as I made my usual commute across town.

First, people who drive Mercedes Benz are rude. I work in a wealthier part of town, and I have been cut off by more terds driving Mercedes than I can count. Maybe it is the predominance of them in the area that chances are, it will be a luxury car that swerves in front of me, but still. I like the cars themselves, but the people who drive them, not so much.

Second, I love cute sunglasses. I stole a pair from my little sister Hailee (well she let me borrow them and never asked for them back, and they have been living in my car for almost a year now so that makes them mine.) They are black and have big frames (not bug eyed, but cuter) and they make me feel like a movie star.

Next, Kindle on my ipod continually saves my life. I am a book junkie and I always have a book in my purse or backpack, or somewhere in my general vicinity. (this is the reason that I carry around big bags…to fit my books in. I feel like you never know when or where you will be stuck with nothing to do, and it pays to be prepared.) So when I discovered Amazons Kindle for iphone/ipod app, it changed my life. Now I can put tons of books on my ipod and it fits in my pocket. And is easily hide-able in my lap during those fall-asleep-borring talks in church. Thank you Kindle.

The Power of a Hug

Yesterday at work was like one of those crazy/crazy long days that is only suppose to exist in movies about some over worked paper pusher. But let me tell you, those days to exist in real life. (a truly unfortunate fact) And it wasn't one catastrophic event that forced me to franticly run around my little office, just a compilation of small disasters.

As I was sitting at my desk last night, trying to finish up, a friend texted and wanted to know if I was planing to go to FHE. And when I said I wasn't feeling up to it, (I was not in a Caroling mood) he asked if I just wanted to chill. He was an answer to an unspoken prayer, I had not yet reached the break down point, but it was on its way.

I was so relieved that I had an excuse to leave the office it was amazing. I went to his house and we had chinese food and watched Blue Streak (very funny!) As we sat on his couch, I realized that a small thing like a hug and a movie can make such a big difference.

So I have decided that one of my resolutions for the new year is to be that person, the one who is there for her friends, even if all they need is the little things.

Maybe.

Sorry, this post is a little depressed, but I have been thinking a lot about Robbie reciently and today he has been stuck in the back of my mind.

My Friend Robbie died a little over a month ago, and it still doesn't seem real. I was telling my friend at work a story that involved him and jeeping, and without realizing it, spoke of him as if he were still alive, and it wasn't until I was almost done with the story before remembering he is gone.

I wonder when it will finally feel real?

I couldn't make myself go to the graveside service, and maybe thats why it hasn't sunk in yet. I pass his cemetery every couple of days or so and maybe I need to stop and see him. Maybe then it will be real.

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.

Part 1

The List...eventually this will all be blogged about. Eventually. 

Graduation

Finals

Leaving Provo

SuperCross

Dark Nail polish

Mothers Day

Zumba

Over-zealous parents at sporting events

Glen Beck

Rafting for the cure

 

Sorry. I figure that because I haven’t posted in so long, I might as well start off with an apology. But, (my semi-plausible excuse) a lot has been going on, I graduated (yay me) moved back to Vegas, Unpacked (a major accomplishment) and have been trying to adjust to the all around different not Provo life.

 

So, Finals. I don’t think that I have ever been as happy, or as weirded out as when I finished my last final exam. (English 395…the last time slot: 8-10pm on the last day) I was walking across campus, (glad to get away from “Stupid Head” more than anything else) when it hit me. I was Done. Done. I am pretty sure that I stopped in the middle of a sidewalk on campus at 10:00 Wednesday night trying to wrap my finals-mushed brain around the idea.

 

The next day, Leslie and I made our way with Aubrey to the first part of Graduation at the Marriott Center. In hindsight, I probably should have walked slower and looked around a bit more, because it was the last day that I would walk from Chatamtowne to campus and back. Weird. We went, sat and listened to the speakers  and the whole time, I wondered if I had developed an extreme case of late onset A.D.D., I couldn't’t sit still or focus on what was going on. After it was done, we took pictures (lots of them…thanks dad!) and went to Macaroni Grill for dinner with the De La Vega’s (my brothers soon to be In-laws…sigh) 

Well this is all you get for now. More to come later. 

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