Showing posts from March, 2011

We're all in this together...

You know, its shocking how personal wins and losses feel for a fan. I am glad we made it to the Sweet 16, but find myself to be in an emotional funk without any clue as to how to cope with my disappointment of not progressing to the Elite 8. Who do I think I am kidding? Why do I feel entitled to the win? Do I work out endlessly on the court with the boys in jerseys? Is my name or face going to be attached to errors during the game? Have I gone to more than 2 games this season?
These are all rhetorical questions of course.
I'll move on.

The sun is teasing us here in Provo. Threatening to come out and warm us with it's effulgent rays, then it hides again. In the space of several hours you can be sweating in your car and then walking up a hill in snow. Leave it to Poo-tah.
I'm also SO done with school. Not literally, or figuratively even... just mentally. After all these years of education I think my brain is finally filled to capacity. No more room, sorry finals.

Method to the madness

Its been ages, but I feel like I have a legitimate list of excuses as to why I've waited so long to post. To put it simply: I've been swamped. With lots of trial and error I've fallen into a groove that I can roll with. School. Church. Gym. Family. Social. Me time. (Unfortunately I cannot say- 'not in this particular order'... because I think this is pretty close to the truth) A little anecdote to prove my point? Okay.
So my father loves my mother VERY much. As they came closer and closer to becoming empty-nesters, Bob made sure each child understood that flying the coop was a permanent maneuver.
No more than one phone call to mommy a week.
Think independently.
Solve your own problems.
I followed this outline the best I could. However, with recent demands on my time the phone calls to my mother have been increasingly difficult to make. I got out of a fireside last night and saw a voice mail from my mom. My only thoughts- "busted." I listen to the voice mail an…