It's been a long time...

So I just glanced at my blog and realized that it has been quite a while since I last wrote, any my main concern is for you, my devoted readers (which consist of a whole 2 people, and one of them is my mom). Anyway, my life has gotten a little busy, but I'm determined to make time for some bloggin'.

My heart rate is pretty high right now. I am teaching a lesson today in Relief Society, and was just printing out some stuff and the printer went ballistic on me. It kept saying "Paper Jam" even though there was no paper in it. If it hadn't, 1. been Sunday, and 2. been a day when I was teaching and thus necessary for the Spirit to be there helping me out, I would probably have resorted to throwing the darn printer out of the window. How I would have explained that...I have no idea. Lets just say that it is a good thing that I was able to control my temper, and somehow coax the printer into working.

On a completely different note, it is once again that glorious time of the year, basketball season is starting. The NBA started last week, and my beloved Spurs are off to a fantastic 3-0 start. Also, this means that college basketball will be starting, and it is time for all of you out there to start scouting the teams in preparation for March Madness.

Another One Bites the Dust...

I am now officially old. Yes, that is correct, I have hit the quarter century mark and joined the old ladies club. The years are starting to roll by at an increasingly faster pace. From this point on I will spend my time knitting, baking bread and spending all my money and time on and with my nieces and nephews. ;-)

One thing I do like about birthdays is that it is a good time to review the past year of my life. (Don't worry, I don't plan on boring anyone by recounting all of the details). It is always fun to give each year of your life a different title, like each year is a chapter. For this year the chapter would be titled something like, "Don't Break a Leg." And yes, I intentionally messed up that saying to reflect my accident prone-ness. The blooper reel for this past year would be full of the many accidents and random catastrophes that I have had.

A Duel of Monstrous Proportions

Remember back in elementary school when you were forced to do science fair projects? Without fail, every year there would be one kid that would do a taste test between Coke and Pepsi. Personally I don't see how that constitutes science, sounds more like personal preference. What is the hypothesis? People say they like something but then can't tell the difference once blindfolded. Wow...that is a groundbreaking experiment right there. Anyway, there were two delivery guys, one from Coke and one from Pepsi, who got into a fight in Pennsylvania. Because they disagreed over which product was better. And yes, this was reported in the news. (No wonder people think Americans are frivilous). http://www.cnn.com/video/#/video/offbeat/2007/10/14/miele.coke.vs.pepsi.fistfight.wtae

On a lighter and more tasty note, I went to Santa Barbara this weekend with my Mama for a pre-birthday celebratory lunch and shopping. Here is a picture of me with my lunch. Yes, that is

crab. And I had the little clampy- leg crushing tool thingy and the tiny fork to get the meat out with. It was quite the eventful lunch. So delicious, but incredibly messy. Here is a pic from the restaurant of the pier. It was kind
a gray day. But see the mountains
in the background? With the clouds and such? Well, I had a humanities teacher who said that Asian artwork where the mountains were covered in clouds were always Japanese, and so I call those Japanese mountains.

To sum up this post: Santa Barbara was lovely and the Coke vs. Pepsi feud is really getting ridiculous. Come on people, just let it go already!

Hap hap hap, happy birthday!

Who would have thought that blindfolding a person, spinning them around and giving them a stick could be so entertaining? Well, the obvious answer is the Mexicans! Hooray for the pinata! I did a little research about pinatas, just trying to keep my readers informed, and while there are several theories about the origin of the pinata, it seems like the general consensus is that the pinata started with the Aztecs. They were part of a religious type of ritual, and instead of "papier mache", they used clay pots which would be decorated depending upon the god ad ceremony. Interesting huh? Why this discussion of pinatas you ask? Well, this past Monday was my Dad's birthday- can you believe it, 59!- and we had a pinata (trying to keep him young).

Isn't that amazing? He hit that thing about 4 times and it was dead. No one else got a chance to hit it. Can you say needed release of pent up aggression? Just kidding. But seriously. The next time you have a pinata you might want to have a mini refresher course on pinata etiquette. Even if it is your birthday you shouldn't hog the pinata. (Write that one down in your journal, you wouldn't want to offend anyone by forgetting something that important!)

Well, the rest of the birthday celebration went well. My mom and I had prepared a delicious dinner, some might call it gourmet, I prefer to call it delicious and leave it at that. But if you want to refer to my cooking as superb, decadent, etc. I won't stop you. Anyway, here is another picture, this one of the Parental unit, so precious! And yes, I realize that it looks like my father is about to karate chop my mama, but...actually that is pretty accurate. In our family instead of spanking the birthday-ee we have a birthday tradition that the birthday boy or girl gets to hit the other people. My dad chose a karate chop, which was unexpected but well received. (Ok, if you believed any of that for any length of time then a. you don't know me very well b. you are extremely gullible c. you have issues or d. all of the above).

Anyway, enough rambling about birthdays, pinatas, and hitting things/people. Just please remember the lesson about pinata etiquette because you don't want to be the one person at the party who everyone else mocks for not playing fairly.

Lucky Charms

Texas lost on Saturday, thus losing all hopes of being Champs, curses! I am sure that if I had been able to watch the entire game that they would have won. I have that sort of effect, I am a good luck charm. Yes, some of you may be surprised by that, especially in light of the bad luck that I personally have been having (this year especially), but being a good luck charm does not require a person to have good luck, just to produce it for someone/thing else. And that is something that I can do. I am sure that not everyone believes me, no doubt there are people who think I am loony. But here is some proof:

My Spurs are the NBA Champions, and while some might say it is because of Tim Donaghy's illegal betting, it was lucky that he was refereeing those games wasn't it?
Also, Texas beating USC a few years ago, there were quite a few skeptics out there, and it got a little close, but my Longhorns went on to win it. Vince Young winning the game in the last nineteen seconds was spectacular, and thanks to Pete Carroll for going for it on that fourth and 2, and giving the ball to the Longhorns, boy was that ever lucky! Do you really need more proof? I can keep on going, but I think I've made my point. (What was my point again? Oh yeah). So if I had been watching the game on Saturday, Oklahoma wouldn't be so happy now. Curse those Okies...