So last night was the final night of my reverse coed league. And as Queen so amazingly put it...We are the champions, my friend. And we'll keep on fighting til the end. We are the champions. We are the champions. No time for losers cuz we are the champions of the Layton City...
It was a long night. We had a game at 6:30 against one of the top 3 teams in the league and beat them in 3. Then we played another team at 7:30 who is loaded with good players--really probably the best team in the league who actually beat us last week in the first round of the playoffs. We beat them in 3 as well, but because it was a double elimination tournament, we had to turn around and play them again at 8:30. We ended up winning in 5 and probably played the best team ball we'd played all season. Slightly reminiscent of the 1994-1995 Preston High School Indians and their State Championship against St. Mary's...
Oh wow. I'm old. And I'm maintaining my identity from the good ol' days through recreational volleyball. I never thought I'd get to this point. Forget I even posted and boasted about this...
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Monday, March 16, 2009
spring break part: St. George, Utah
After I got back from Preston on Monday night, I had a co-ed playoff game. Once the game was over and we had a victory under our belts, I headed home for my least favorite task: packing.
Tuesday morning, I finished up the packing and ran some errands with just enough time to spare for a quick visit to see Karlee, Kaden, and Adric before Colton and I went to the Mindful Women Day Spa for a massage. I love, Love, LOVE these massages. They are so relaxing and Mindful Women is the absolute best place to get one. Anyway, as usual it was fantastic and a great way to kick off the rest of my week's vacation.
After the massage, I ran home to load my stuff up in Colton's car and then we went to the Big Sky Conference basketball tournament games at the Dee Event Center. We played Montana State and ended up losing...boo hoo. It was awful and the old know-it-all-man sitting behind us almost made me jump out of my seat to joke him. I can't stand fans who question coaches all the time (gee, I wonder why...it wouldn't have anything to do with my profession would it?) and think that they would do so much better. Especially fans like this one who readily admit that this was the one and only game he'd seen all year. "This isn't the team I've been reading about in the paper all year." Whatever. I could have killed him. Jerk.
With our spirits down after the game, we decided that we might as well take off for St. George. So with the truck all loaded and wheels on the road, I looked at the clock and saw it was 10:20pm. That meant we weren't scheduled for arrival until 3:30am. Yuck. But with dill pickle seeds and a spit cup in hand, we were unstoppable road warriors. The ride actually went much faster than I expected it to and we took turns manning the Ipod & I read a few Mitch Rapp chapters with my trusted headlamp. Sure enough--we pulled into the condo at 3:35am. And I was in bed with my eyes closed by 3:45.
Wednesday we woke up around noon and got our little selves ready for a bike ride. We took advantage of the paved bike paths all through town after a small detour to find an air compressor. We rode everywhere we possibly could have and it ended up being a 22 mile ride--which my still-sore-from-Jillian Michaels-butt can proudly attest too. Thank heavens I'd been to some spinning classes before this trip because my sits bones were barking!! But it was worth it. The weather was gorgeous and I desperately needed the sunshine. We went out to celebrate our exercise filled day with a fat meal from Texas Roadhouse and then we spent the rest of the night watching "The Devil Wears Prada" at the condo--Colton's new favorite.
Thursday morning Colton & I went on a 4 wheeler ride--first we went to a place north of Washington which was awful...there was nothing really to look at and it was super bumpy. So we reloaded and decided to go check out the Bloomington Cave. It was a beautiful 12 mile ride to the caves and when we got there, we were making fun of the "Caution Cavers" sign that warned us that we needed to have a minimum of 3 light sources each, gloves, and kneepads, and that we should call and tell someone what time we planned on returning from our trip. But once we got in the cave, we could see why they'd warn us about it. It was pitch black in there and at one point we were doing the army crawl on our bellies to get around. That's where the kneepads would've come in handy. Then we found these markers that people had left showing us how to get to the very bottom. There were two places where we had to lay on our bellies, grab a rope, and sort of repel down into a deep, dark hole to get to the next marker. Gloves. They would have been nice. But it was really awesome especially considering that I am terrified of cramped, dark places. When we got back from our trip, we made a big batch of spaghetti and a pan of brownies--of which I quickly polished off half. Yum.
Friday we swam in the pool and spent the afternoon shopping. Then Duffy called and invited Colton to go golf 9 with him, so I took the truck and washed and cleaned it for a good 3 hours until it was time to pick him up. Then we all went to look at some of the houses that the realtor showed Marlene. There were some pretty cool houses for unreal prices thanks to the market and all the foreclosures that are going on. Then we took a trip to Iggy's for dinner and back to the house for some March Madness and a movie.
John got in on Saturday morning at 2am, so when he woke up, we decided to go look at some more houses. That afternoon, John & Marti went to a relative's wedding reception and Colton & I stayed at the condo to take a nap. Then the guys went golfing and we hit the stores again. We took Marti & John to In-n-Out Burger for dinner and then off to the condo for our final night.
Sunday we woke up and packed up the truck for our drive home, but decided to head to Hurricane to look at some more houses first. After a quick bite to eat, we were off and back on our way home. Colton was begging me to read to him, but for awhile, I kept falling asleep and so I would slur my words and he'd ask, "what did you just say?" I don't know what it is, but reading for me is a recipe for sleep. Anyway, I finally got over that & so I read the whole way back from Nephi.
It's funny that you can feel so exhausted when you come back from vacation, but I was dead tired and ready for bed the minute we pulled into the driveway. But, it was so much fun and definitely some much needed time away from the normal routine. I'm already looking forward to next year's Spring Break!!
Tuesday morning, I finished up the packing and ran some errands with just enough time to spare for a quick visit to see Karlee, Kaden, and Adric before Colton and I went to the Mindful Women Day Spa for a massage. I love, Love, LOVE these massages. They are so relaxing and Mindful Women is the absolute best place to get one. Anyway, as usual it was fantastic and a great way to kick off the rest of my week's vacation.
After the massage, I ran home to load my stuff up in Colton's car and then we went to the Big Sky Conference basketball tournament games at the Dee Event Center. We played Montana State and ended up losing...boo hoo. It was awful and the old know-it-all-man sitting behind us almost made me jump out of my seat to joke him. I can't stand fans who question coaches all the time (gee, I wonder why...it wouldn't have anything to do with my profession would it?) and think that they would do so much better. Especially fans like this one who readily admit that this was the one and only game he'd seen all year. "This isn't the team I've been reading about in the paper all year." Whatever. I could have killed him. Jerk.
With our spirits down after the game, we decided that we might as well take off for St. George. So with the truck all loaded and wheels on the road, I looked at the clock and saw it was 10:20pm. That meant we weren't scheduled for arrival until 3:30am. Yuck. But with dill pickle seeds and a spit cup in hand, we were unstoppable road warriors. The ride actually went much faster than I expected it to and we took turns manning the Ipod & I read a few Mitch Rapp chapters with my trusted headlamp. Sure enough--we pulled into the condo at 3:35am. And I was in bed with my eyes closed by 3:45.
Wednesday we woke up around noon and got our little selves ready for a bike ride. We took advantage of the paved bike paths all through town after a small detour to find an air compressor. We rode everywhere we possibly could have and it ended up being a 22 mile ride--which my still-sore-from-Jillian Michaels-butt can proudly attest too. Thank heavens I'd been to some spinning classes before this trip because my sits bones were barking!! But it was worth it. The weather was gorgeous and I desperately needed the sunshine. We went out to celebrate our exercise filled day with a fat meal from Texas Roadhouse and then we spent the rest of the night watching "The Devil Wears Prada" at the condo--Colton's new favorite.Thursday morning Colton & I went on a 4 wheeler ride--first we went to a place north of Washington which was awful...there was nothing really to look at and it was super bumpy. So we reloaded and decided to go check out the Bloomington Cave. It was a beautiful 12 mile ride to the caves and when we got there, we were making fun of the "Caution Cavers" sign that warned us that we needed to have a minimum of 3 light sources each, gloves, and kneepads, and that we should call and tell someone what time we planned on returning from our trip. But once we got in the cave, we could see why they'd warn us about it. It was pitch black in there and at one point we were doing the army crawl on our bellies to get around. That's where the kneepads would've come in handy. Then we found these markers that people had left showing us how to get to the very bottom. There were two places where we had to lay on our bellies, grab a rope, and sort of repel down into a deep, dark hole to get to the next marker. Gloves. They would have been nice. But it was really awesome especially considering that I am terrified of cramped, dark places. When we got back from our trip, we made a big batch of spaghetti and a pan of brownies--of which I quickly polished off half. Yum.
Friday we swam in the pool and spent the afternoon shopping. Then Duffy called and invited Colton to go golf 9 with him, so I took the truck and washed and cleaned it for a good 3 hours until it was time to pick him up. Then we all went to look at some of the houses that the realtor showed Marlene. There were some pretty cool houses for unreal prices thanks to the market and all the foreclosures that are going on. Then we took a trip to Iggy's for dinner and back to the house for some March Madness and a movie.
John got in on Saturday morning at 2am, so when he woke up, we decided to go look at some more houses. That afternoon, John & Marti went to a relative's wedding reception and Colton & I stayed at the condo to take a nap. Then the guys went golfing and we hit the stores again. We took Marti & John to In-n-Out Burger for dinner and then off to the condo for our final night.
Sunday we woke up and packed up the truck for our drive home, but decided to head to Hurricane to look at some more houses first. After a quick bite to eat, we were off and back on our way home. Colton was begging me to read to him, but for awhile, I kept falling asleep and so I would slur my words and he'd ask, "what did you just say?" I don't know what it is, but reading for me is a recipe for sleep. Anyway, I finally got over that & so I read the whole way back from Nephi.
It's funny that you can feel so exhausted when you come back from vacation, but I was dead tired and ready for bed the minute we pulled into the driveway. But, it was so much fun and definitely some much needed time away from the normal routine. I'm already looking forward to next year's Spring Break!!
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Monday, March 9, 2009
spring break part one: Preston, Idaho
This week has been Spring Break for the good ol' Wildcats. What a break it was! I started out by heading to Preston for a little R&R with my parents, Jake, Kelsey, Kennedy, Mason, and Adalyn. We made a great weekend by playing lots of Rummikub, Uno, Slap Jack, and War--and even got my Dad & Grandma LaRae to commit to a game. We watched our fam favorite movie, John Wayne's McClintock and all fell asleep on in our designated spots as usual.
I listened to Kennedy while she read her Ramona Quimby book to me and, as a result, had several flashbacks of staying in Audrey West's grandma's house when I was a little kid and trying to read as many of those books as we possibly could in two days while shoving our faces full of Reese's Pieces and watching the dog wander in the backyard after he'd been shot with an arrow...
I held the baby as much as I possibly could, remembering that it wasn't too long ago that I was doing the same thing with Kennedy. I can't believe how time flies--now I have 6 nieces and nephews. Speaking of time flying, Mason is going to be 3 on March 11, so we spent a fair amount of time in the disorganization that is Kings in Preston and also in the new Alco, searching for the perfect presents for Mason. I ate my fill of Cadbury mini-eggs and was rethinking that decision while Jillian Michaels and Kelsey Muir were kicking my butt in a workout that morning! I am still sore from that deal.
On Monday, I had the chance to watch Kennedy get up and get on the school bus and was there to receive the phone call from the Pioneer Elementary secretary to tell Kelsey that she was sick and needed to come home. It's funny how different my life is than my sisters'...they have so much more on their plate to worry about--keeping up with the laundry, trying to fix meals that the kids will actually eat, teaching their kids right from wrong, disciplining while allowing the kids to keep their dignity and independence, and trying to find time for themselves to workout, shower, put on makeup or even comb their hair. I don't know how they do it, but they do it so well. And I have a tremendous amount of respect for each of them. If I ever have the opportunity to be a mommy, I want to be just like them!
The weekend was so much fun & I never tire of being home. It's so peaceful at my parent's house and it is filled with so many good memories. Just driving into Cache Valley makes me breathe easier and for some reason, it seems like no matter what is going on my life, going home makes it better.
I love my family. We might not have a bunch of fancy toys or vacation destinations, but we have so much fun together. I can honestly say that my family members are my best friends.
I listened to Kennedy while she read her Ramona Quimby book to me and, as a result, had several flashbacks of staying in Audrey West's grandma's house when I was a little kid and trying to read as many of those books as we possibly could in two days while shoving our faces full of Reese's Pieces and watching the dog wander in the backyard after he'd been shot with an arrow...
I held the baby as much as I possibly could, remembering that it wasn't too long ago that I was doing the same thing with Kennedy. I can't believe how time flies--now I have 6 nieces and nephews. Speaking of time flying, Mason is going to be 3 on March 11, so we spent a fair amount of time in the disorganization that is Kings in Preston and also in the new Alco, searching for the perfect presents for Mason. I ate my fill of Cadbury mini-eggs and was rethinking that decision while Jillian Michaels and Kelsey Muir were kicking my butt in a workout that morning! I am still sore from that deal.
On Monday, I had the chance to watch Kennedy get up and get on the school bus and was there to receive the phone call from the Pioneer Elementary secretary to tell Kelsey that she was sick and needed to come home. It's funny how different my life is than my sisters'...they have so much more on their plate to worry about--keeping up with the laundry, trying to fix meals that the kids will actually eat, teaching their kids right from wrong, disciplining while allowing the kids to keep their dignity and independence, and trying to find time for themselves to workout, shower, put on makeup or even comb their hair. I don't know how they do it, but they do it so well. And I have a tremendous amount of respect for each of them. If I ever have the opportunity to be a mommy, I want to be just like them!
The weekend was so much fun & I never tire of being home. It's so peaceful at my parent's house and it is filled with so many good memories. Just driving into Cache Valley makes me breathe easier and for some reason, it seems like no matter what is going on my life, going home makes it better.
I love my family. We might not have a bunch of fancy toys or vacation destinations, but we have so much fun together. I can honestly say that my family members are my best friends.
I loved this poem, so I thought I'd post it so I could remember it:
Home is the place your heart resides
Home is the place that you decide
Home is the womb that holds the soul
Home is the place where one is whole
Home is the glow you hold in your eye
Home is the emotion that makes you cry
Home is safe and a place of peace
Home is where all strivings cease
Home is protective against the others
Home is full of sisters and brothers
Home is where you find your rest
Home is where you feel your best
Home is a memory that follows your being
Home is a dream for those agreeing
Home is the place where reserves fall
Home is the place you yearn to call
Home is where the family meets
Home is a place of restful retreats
Home is the place you know you’ll be heard
Home is the pace where nothing blurs
Home is all these wonderful things
Home is the place you develop wings
Home is the place that you’ll find one day
Home is the place where your heart will stay
Lisa Emry
Home is the place that you decide
Home is the womb that holds the soul
Home is the place where one is whole
Home is the glow you hold in your eye
Home is the emotion that makes you cry
Home is safe and a place of peace
Home is where all strivings cease
Home is protective against the others
Home is full of sisters and brothers
Home is where you find your rest
Home is where you feel your best
Home is a memory that follows your being
Home is a dream for those agreeing
Home is the place where reserves fall
Home is the place you yearn to call
Home is where the family meets
Home is a place of restful retreats
Home is the place you know you’ll be heard
Home is the pace where nothing blurs
Home is all these wonderful things
Home is the place you develop wings
Home is the place that you’ll find one day
Home is the place where your heart will stay
Lisa Emry
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Jake Dalton
Happy Birthday baby brother! I can't believe that you are 21!! I never thought you'd grow out of your diapers and cowboy boots and into pickup trucks and equine dentistry...I want you to know how much I love you and that I'm proud of you. No matter what life brings you, you have a way of attacking it with a positive attitude. You can accomplish anything you want to and I hope that you realize that Heavenly Father is there for you to lean on when you need him. I hope that all your birthday wishes come true...
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