UGH!

I went over to my neighbor's house to watch the Jazz game tonight. This couple is in their 80's and huge Jazz fans. They called and invited me over for "a dish of ice cream and to watch the ball game". The two of them yelled 4 letter words at the tv all night long. I heard SOB so many times.

Here's my take on the Jazz. If they would only play in the first half like they do the last half they would have a chance. They show up scared and then decide they want to play when it's too late. I hate Kobe Bryant. I hate Phil Jackson. I even dare say I hate D. Fisher. I know he's a former Jazzman, but I still hate him. I hate Jack Nicholson too. I don't
want to be a fan that complains about the refs all the time, but I hate them too. Jerry Sloan said in an interview tonight "If we put a hand on them we're called for a foul." Makes it tough to play 5 on 7.

I'm sorry for such a boring post, I'm venting. Ryan likes to watch Jazz games with the tv on and the laptop on the utah jazz web page so he can follow the play by play stats. He loves stats, he even figures the stats on card and dice games we play. I had a picture but I can't seem to find it now.

What I wouldn't give to have this guy back right now,


LET'S GO JAZZ!!!!

Speaking of feet

Mine stink. I was always the person in the room that had stinky feet. Everyone would be looking around trying to figure out who the culprit was. I can't wear plastic shoes. My mom bought me a pair of oh so popular jelly shoes in the 80's and they were my worst enemy. I still remember her sniffing all around the house to find that dead mouse carcass that she was sure was polluting the air. Imagine my horror when she stopped at my feet. What a loser. I don't know why my feet stink already this morning. I showered and I did wash my feet, twice. But I don't touch my feet, I scrub them with my loofah and antibacterial soap. I really don't like to touch my feet. I don't like to scratch the palms of my hands either. If they itch I scratch them with my teeth.

I must need new shoes.

Something to be thankful for today.

That we're not this woman, or any other poor soul that has had to bind their feet for fashion.
{Thanks for the email Danielle.}

Reality Bites

Things I will be doing while Ryan is at guard for the next two weeks...
1. Deep clean both bathrooms
2. Clean out fridge
3. Dust entire house (first time since I've lived there)
4. Clean out and organize cupboards in kitchen
5. Weed front yard, prepare for planting flowers
6. Weed back yard, prepare for planting vegetable garden
7. Continue a.m. workouts don't allow self to plan work out in pm, we both know pm workouts don't happen for me
8. Plan meals i.e. no take-out

Things I want to be doing while Ryan is at guard for the next two weeks...
1. Fly to Iowa and meet George
2. Watch all the tv shows I never watch but really want to.
3. Fly to Iowa and try to convince Stella to sing me songs
4. eat Cafe Rio at least 3 times
5. Fly to Iowa and play basketball with Jack
6. Go see a movie in the theatre with popcorn and a diet coke
7. Fly to Iowa and play catch with Creed (I promise not hit you with the ball)

Oops

I recently had one of those "what was I thinking?" occasions.

Here's the background. I was scanning my usual blogs while listening to the news. I heard these snippits of a news story "Mormon mom making enough money on her blog for herself and her husband to stay at home." Sounds cool, right? I was already logged on and just added her to my fun reads right along with my current obsessions, bolt and pw, and thought I would read her blog in detail the following day. A week or so had gone by and I just got around to reading her blog yesterday and was horrified. She was raised Mormon and now calls herself "a recovering Mormon". What was I thinking...not reviewing something before I linked it? I'm so sorry if anyone read that link and thought I support that site. I'm so so sorry. If you didn't just pretend this entry doesn't exist. I obviuosly can't handle the responsibilties of publishing my own blog.

I'm going to go read the Ensign now.