I Promised Pictures

Yesterday I said I'd post pictures of the game so without further ado, here they are. Note: they are in reverse order because that's how they uploaded. Deal.


Me with Brian Karya who is one of my new favorite players (new meaning this year).


This is the four of us with Jacobson. He's kind of a big deal. And I love those tiny hats. And I love that we played in throwback royal blue jerseys.

The scoreboard doesn't lie and according to the scoreboard BYU wins! It was an amazing game that went into overtime.

Caroline, Sarah, and I when we rushed the field. There was a lot of touching going on. Please notice my awesome war paint.

The beginning of the game was sunny and Sarah and I are fierce.

Enjoy. P.S. I'm now going to decorate my house for Christmas. Hooray!

Proud to be a Cougar

I think my blog posts possibly resolve quite a bit around sports. I don't care because I love sports. So, as I mentioned in my last post, today was the BYU vs. Utah, Holy War, football game. It was absolutely amazing. I'll stay away from the nitty gritty details of who was up and who was down when. We went into overtime. Utah scored their fieldgoal and we scored a touchdown on a pass from Max Hall (15) to Andrew George (88). It was phenomenal and we stormed the field and had a big fat good time. Here's a lovely picture of George.

Oh, and by the way we played in royal blue tonight as a throw back to the 1984 team that won the national championship. It was quite lovely.

Now, a slightly serious matter. After the game, Max Hall made some comments that he shouldn't have and opened his mouth when he should have shut it. The article is pretty thorough about what he said. Hall should have thought before he made those comments, but it's no surprise that the Cougars hate the Utes. Not to mention the fact that if someone dumped beer on my family (he mentions this in the article) I would have said way worse things about the other team and their degree of class.

My real issue comes with a friend of mine (a BYU fan) who posted a status on facebook that said "Max Hall is trash" and then in a comment afterwards said maybe next year he would become a Utah fan. To him I say good riddance. We don't need any untrue and unblue fans hanging around taking up space. I've always been a fan of stand by your man and can honestly say that I've been a fan of Max Hall and supported him and the team through and through.

Watch tomorrow for a post with my pictures from the game (and not much else).

Dear Poser Girl...

Dear Poser Girl,

Why are you loud at the basketball game when you nothing about what's going on? Simply repeating what other people are yelling (but much louder) does not make people think that you understand the game. I think it's great if you want to come to the game and learn to understand it, but until you do ask someone what's happening and shut your mouth.

Dear Obnoxious Guy Who Brought Poser Girl,

Cut back on the personal attacks, will you? I will admit I think the occasional remark to the other team is hilarious, but no need for that on every play. Have a little class.

Dear Girl Playing a Racing Game on iPhone at the Game,

Why did you even come? If you have no interest in the game then there's no reason to show up and take up space someone else could be using.

Dear People Wearing Red to the Game Last Night,

What the heck are you thinking? It's the Holy War* today and we have to support our team. Red in any form is simply not acceptable this week, especially the night before the game! When you show up to a game, wear the team colors (except under extenuating circumstances like a car accident immediately before so you couldn't go home and change)!

*To those of you that have no idea what I'm talking about, there is a huge rivalry between BYU and the University of Utah known as the Holy War. Today we, BYU, play our annual football game against them. BYU is blue, and Utah is red. That is why red is completely unacceptable.

Something Disturbing

This morning I woke up at 4:30am to a text message that had been sent twenty minutes before. I was startled to see it was from my dad's phone. I quickly read the message that said, "Thanksgiving 2 on sunday at moms. I would like you all to be there. Ginger of course you'll be there in spirit. thanks dad." I went back to sleep and figured I'd talk to my mom at a more reasonable hour and ask why she had texted from dad's phone. (Sidenote: Usually if you text my dad he asks someone else to find out why there is a weird icon on his phone's screen. When he finally gets the message checked he calls you and says, "why did you send me that d*** thing, you know i don't know how in the h*** to respond.) To my surprise when I talked to my mom, I found out my dad had sent the message himself. His phone was just replaced by one with a full keyboard because his broke.

I really just don't know what's more disturbing: the fact that the message was sent at that early hour or that my dad sent a text. What is this world coming to?

I made this cake for my friend Ashley's birthday on Sunday.

I Love BYU Sports But...

Last weekend was the men's basketball season (home) opener. I went to dinner with Ashley and Tresa and we headed up to the Marriot Center for the game. We quickly found some pretty decent seats, but soon noticed these weird laminated fliers on the benches. Some marked the two outside seats on every other row for the "Spirit Squad." (Spirit Squad tangent: I think that's dumb. It's the combination of the co-ed cheer squad, the all girls cheer squad, and the cougarettes (the dance team). I hate the cougarettes already on principle, but why do we need an all female cheer squad? I only think this is acceptable if they are recieving athletic scholarships that allow us to have more male athletes because of title IX. Also, why do all of these things need to be combined together? Moving on.) Then some other fliers were floating around all over with people reading them and then passing on. I stole one and took a picture of it. This is what it looks like (if it is too small to read, just click).



At first glance, no big deal. I figured it was not a terrible idea to let people know the schedule of the pre (and even post) game events, though it was a little unneccessary. What really bothers me is the assigned actions for cheering during the introductions and game. I didn't grow up near BYU or watching BYU sports. When I came here as a freshman I had no idea what to expect or what to do at sporting events. But now, after having attended many I know what to do when the band plays the imperial march at football games. I know when to chant 'you got swatted' at basketball games and to keep at it everytime that player has the ball at least for the half. I know that when we kick off in a football we get louder as our player runs towards the ball and then get a little quieter with our yell as the ball falls. I know these things because I've attended events and I've learned. I wasn't given any special tutorial or magical handbook (or laminated flier) to tell me what to do. I learned the old fashioned way, by being around other real fans that know what to do. This takes the magic out of the crowd and fans and being there all together united in one cause - your team's cause.

A Memory That Goes Way Back

A few nights ago I was driving home from a friends house. It wasn't really very late, but it was already quite dark. There was a crisp fall chill in the air when I first left the bright warmth of her doorstep and by the time I got to my vehicle the goosebumps were already raising on my arms. I backed out of the driveway and pulled off into the night, quickly adjusting my radio station to a song I recognized. Before I even hit the end of her street I got an idea. I rolled down my windows and turned up the floor heat all the way then smashed the buttons on the radio to find a country station. The music was up, the cool night air was hitting me in the face while the floor heater kept me from being too chilled. In that moment I remembered times from my childhood - exactly the same and vastly different.

My dad's commute to work was a long one and it wasn't rare for him to bring along one of us girls to work with him or to drop off at Mammaw's for the day. I was a daddy's girl through and through so often I was the one he made the trip with. He left early in the morning, well before the sun, when the air was still cold even in the springtime. Many times we made the trip in a mid-level warmth that allowed me to sleep wrapped tightly in his jean jacket, face pressed against the window while he wore his t-shirt with the sleeves cut off and the collar cut out - the tie dye was his favorite. Those were good mornings, but they weren't the magical mornings. The magical mornings came when we rolled down both windows in the little green truck and turned on the floor heat. I still nestled into the jean jacket, but there was no chance I was going to miss one of these mornings to an uncomfortable window pillow. Dad turned up the radio, usually playing classic rock and occasionally country and we sang. He made up words where he'd forgotten and beat the rhythm out on the steering wheel, dashboard, and seats. These were the mornings when we made magic as we sped through towns with the windows open.

I'm no longer a child and my dad has a new job - he has to wear a shirt and tie. The little green truck was sold and I live far from home now. That enormous jean jacket wouldn't seem so big anymore if it even had the chance of making it this many years. Those magical sunless mornings are no more. But sometimes, and only sometimes, when I roll down the window, turn up the heat, and blast the music, I remember those times and think how proud my dad would be.

A Few More Likes and Dislikes

Like: President Dieter F. Uchtdorf's fireside from tonight which was uplifting, enlightening, and funny.

Dislike: When people have conversations with me only when they want to watch something I've tivo'd or get a ride. I have no problem giving rides or tivo-ing things for people, but if that's the only time you talk to me, we have a problem.

Like: Ward prayer and the open house/ mix and mingle/snack and mac/ mac and mingle/ grab a cookie take a lookie that follows. It's just such a good time when you get to interact with a lot of people you don't always talk to and those you've missed all week. It's just fabulous. Especially today when we bobbed for apples.

Dislike: How hot it was in the balcony seats during stake conference at the Provo Tabernacle today.

Like: As much as I hate to say it, Sarah got me to watch Vampire Diaries (a CW show). I am reluctant to admit that I am hooked. We watched 7 episodes this weekend. Here is just one of the good reasons to watch the show.

I think I'll stop on a like, nothing like ending a Sunday on a happy note.