last week i got to babysit this cute little guy and his cute little brother (who was unfortunately asleep during the video session.)
and since i'm the best babysitter ever, we went to the beach. in an elevator. bet you didn't know the beach was on the seventh floor...
also, scott drove to the homes of everyone we know. but apparently the elevator made a bigger impression.
here he is explaining, and jumping around in his race car bed.
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Thursday, January 27, 2011
have mercy on me
in the spirit of well-rounded-ness (new word i just made up) i am going to make an effort today to not write about the colossal meltdown the jazz are experiencing, or anything that starts with a j and ends with an immer...
(crickets)
(more crickets)
alright, that's a joke. i have plenty to talk about besides basketball, i promise.
i was talking to someone recently (emily, i think) about my plans for the future. specifically, my plans to not ever live where there is snow again. my love affair with arizona grows and grows with every seventy degree january day that i experience.
i roasted a chicken with lemons last night - i could eat that every day.
i need more hours in the day. or more days in the weekend. especially if i want to ever make the quilt i've been planning on making for months.
i just talked to someone on the phone who spelled out his company name using italian words to clarify the letters. how is that helpful?
i love getting the mail, even when there is nothing in it for me. but i love it even more when there is something in it for me. i should be getting my course materials delivered to my mailbox any day now and i can't wait...
another thing i can't wait for? driving to a game after work today with my windows down and my sunroof open. (arizona is the place to be, i'm telling you. it's january, and i will be driving around town with my windows down and my sunroof open.)
one basketball mention, because i just can't help myself - jimmer and the other guys beating san diego state last night. i lost sleep for two nights because of that game, and it was all worth it. i was not disappointed. well maybe a little, because he forgot to shoot from half court.
Friday, January 21, 2011
i'll be just fine here
right now, at this moment, you are looking at... a new student! (well, you're looking at her blog. oh well.) i signed up for "english 218: creative writing" yesterday, and i'm super stoked. it's about time i got back on the wagon. (and i'm starting small - just kinda feeling it out.)
speaking of which, anyone out there think i may have a career in sports writing? because, let's be honest, i'm really good at it. well, i don't know that i'm really good at it, but i really really wish i was good at it. sounds like the ideal job - i doubt i would put up a huge fight if i had to watch games and write about them for a living. every time i watch jimmer shoot a crazy three i feel like i could write paragraphs. and the perks - i bet sports writers get really good seats at all the games they go to. or i could just be some nba player's trophy wife - know anyone who's looking? (steve nash, maybe?)
speaking of which, i thought earlier in the week that it might be fun to drive to vegas in march to go to the mountain west conference end of season tournament. and then i thought "hey, i really could!" things just escalated from there, and the plan is now under serious consideration. i have a free hotel room even. just need to figure out the ticket situation, and get some peeps excited about a road trip. (open audition for excited peeps - we get to drive over the new bridge! and stay in a nice hotel for free! and watch some high quality basketball! there should be people lining up out the door...)
speaking of which, anyone out there think i may have a career in sports writing? because, let's be honest, i'm really good at it. well, i don't know that i'm really good at it, but i really really wish i was good at it. sounds like the ideal job - i doubt i would put up a huge fight if i had to watch games and write about them for a living. every time i watch jimmer shoot a crazy three i feel like i could write paragraphs. and the perks - i bet sports writers get really good seats at all the games they go to. or i could just be some nba player's trophy wife - know anyone who's looking? (steve nash, maybe?)
speaking of which, i thought earlier in the week that it might be fun to drive to vegas in march to go to the mountain west conference end of season tournament. and then i thought "hey, i really could!" things just escalated from there, and the plan is now under serious consideration. i have a free hotel room even. just need to figure out the ticket situation, and get some peeps excited about a road trip. (open audition for excited peeps - we get to drive over the new bridge! and stay in a nice hotel for free! and watch some high quality basketball! there should be people lining up out the door...)
Sunday, January 16, 2011
you've wrung me out
some things that have been on my mind lately:
where did the term "dark horse" originate?
how many more amazing games does jimmer fredette have to have before the cougs get some love? (this may be answered tomorrow?)
why is it that sometimes you can write out a perfectly spelled word and it still looks so completely wrong?
who at ESPN thought it would be a good idea to hire jeff van gundy? (he said no one on a sub 500 team should be in the all star game. ever heard of blake griffin, jeff?)
why does being sick mess with your brain function so much? (or at least my brain function. maybe it doesn't happen to everyone.)
Monday, January 10, 2011
problems with easy solutions
one of the things i love about watching basketball is watching people doing something they do really well. getting to watch michael jordan, john stockton, kevin durant, and jimmer fredette is beautiful, and watching for potential talent in others is part of that fun. people with real talent are a pleasure to watch in any capacity.
one thing that i try to remind myself of, though, is this: no one is that good at everything. those basketball players are not that good at cooking, probably, or designing furniture, or (dare i say it) building relationships. (neither am i, and i'm not even good at basketball to make up for it. what a bummer.) people are blessed with talents, yes, but not everyone has every talent, and life is more interesting because of that.
every year, when i'm thinking about new year's resolutions, i forget that important principle. (i might start reading this article by elder holland every new year's eve, to help myself have some perspective.) usually, my resolutions end up one of two ways - i make too many, or none at all. i'm only too aware of the things i am bad at - the things that need improving. and depending on my frame of mind on january first, either i get ambitious about fixing everything and make a billion resolutions, or i get discouraged thinking about everything that needs fixing and i give up before i start.
this year started out like the first case - too many. (funny though, because i thought to myself "i'm going to pare down this year and just make a couple." but my list kept growing right before my eyes. it had a life of it's own...) my dad asked me on saturday what my resolutions were, and i could only remember two: practice the piano 4 times a week and be less selfish. good, not great.
so i decided yesterday to change course, to be more like a basketball player and focus on doing one thing really well. so my new new year's resolution (or birthday resolution, since the beginning of the year is old news by now) this year is to be more attentive. i keep finding myself distracted - i feel like my attention span is getting shorter as i get older (isn't that the opposite of what is supposed to happen?) and i am not being fair to most people or things that cross my path. i could stand to be a better friend, a better listener, less selfish and focused on me, and less distracted by outside influences.
the bonus to this is - if i do this well, all of the areas of my life that i want to improve will improve. i will be better at studying my scriptures and saying my prayers, more thoughtful and gracious towards my family and friends, a better worker, a better member of my ward, a better follower of my Savior. (i keep thinking of this talk by president uchtdorf.)
a few side notes - i'm just making all this basketball junk up. it's what i think it would be like, as a pretty outside observer. i've only been a player once in my life (competitively, in young womens. driveway doesn't count) and a coach once in my life (also young womens. yelling from my couch definitely doesn't count, even if i do have very good suggestions.) and i've never been kicked out of a game. also, this "one resolution" thing feels a teeny bit like cheating. does it qualify as one if i'm planning on it improving multiple aspects of my life?
one thing that i try to remind myself of, though, is this: no one is that good at everything. those basketball players are not that good at cooking, probably, or designing furniture, or (dare i say it) building relationships. (neither am i, and i'm not even good at basketball to make up for it. what a bummer.) people are blessed with talents, yes, but not everyone has every talent, and life is more interesting because of that.
every year, when i'm thinking about new year's resolutions, i forget that important principle. (i might start reading this article by elder holland every new year's eve, to help myself have some perspective.) usually, my resolutions end up one of two ways - i make too many, or none at all. i'm only too aware of the things i am bad at - the things that need improving. and depending on my frame of mind on january first, either i get ambitious about fixing everything and make a billion resolutions, or i get discouraged thinking about everything that needs fixing and i give up before i start.
this year started out like the first case - too many. (funny though, because i thought to myself "i'm going to pare down this year and just make a couple." but my list kept growing right before my eyes. it had a life of it's own...) my dad asked me on saturday what my resolutions were, and i could only remember two: practice the piano 4 times a week and be less selfish. good, not great.
so i decided yesterday to change course, to be more like a basketball player and focus on doing one thing really well. so my new new year's resolution (or birthday resolution, since the beginning of the year is old news by now) this year is to be more attentive. i keep finding myself distracted - i feel like my attention span is getting shorter as i get older (isn't that the opposite of what is supposed to happen?) and i am not being fair to most people or things that cross my path. i could stand to be a better friend, a better listener, less selfish and focused on me, and less distracted by outside influences.
the bonus to this is - if i do this well, all of the areas of my life that i want to improve will improve. i will be better at studying my scriptures and saying my prayers, more thoughtful and gracious towards my family and friends, a better worker, a better member of my ward, a better follower of my Savior. (i keep thinking of this talk by president uchtdorf.)
a few side notes - i'm just making all this basketball junk up. it's what i think it would be like, as a pretty outside observer. i've only been a player once in my life (competitively, in young womens. driveway doesn't count) and a coach once in my life (also young womens. yelling from my couch definitely doesn't count, even if i do have very good suggestions.) and i've never been kicked out of a game. also, this "one resolution" thing feels a teeny bit like cheating. does it qualify as one if i'm planning on it improving multiple aspects of my life?
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