This is what's up...
Last year I participated in a Fantasy Basketball league created by Ryan, my brother-in-law. I did horribly however. I was so busy with school and working two jobs that I didn't have the time or the energy to put into managing a fantasy team, which if you have ever played before, you know, is a BIG DEAL. Especilly when you play with the people I play with. They are fierce and intense about it which is why I was surprised I was invited back this year to participate. But, lucky for me (or maybe not so lucky actually...)I have a rather boring job that allows me to waste a ridiculous amount of time on the internet so I should be able to produce a more committed, more successful team. We are having a live draft which is awesome because you get to pick your players, instead of Yahoo doing it for you. It's kind of a big deal, doing a live draft. I need to start scouting players now so I am prepared for the big day. Fantasy sports are huge. They have a Fantasy league for EVERYTHING. Football, baseball, golf, even Nascar. It's crazy. I don't know enough about Nascar or football, but I would do ok with the others. I have watched this show on ESPN2 that is completely dedicated to Fantasy sports. They give injury reports, stats, tell you who to get rid of or who to pick up. It's a pretty in-depth show. I think I'll start tuning it.
Project Runway last night was pretty good. Everyone sucked it up on their designs except Uli, who finaly designed something that was relatively different than what she has done in the past. Her dress won, rightfully so, which left me very nervous because I didn't really want to see anyone go home. I like all the remaining designers and so I was THRILLED when Heidi let them all stay and go to Fashion Week. Although Michael has had a rough couple weeks, I still believe he will win. I like them all, but Michael is clearly the best.
Grey's Anatomy is on tonight. Sweet. I have been looking forward to watching it all week. I have read the spoilers because I just can't wait a whole week between episodes so I know what's going to happen. I won't say anything to damage the viewing of those who wish to remain in the dark, but let's just say I am stoked for the next couple weeks...
The latest with "Operation: Make Friends" is going ok. I have gone to insitute TWICE in the last two weeks, a feat that has only really got me some free cookies and an awkward run-in with a former make-out buddy. However, things could look up because of someone I like to call McModel. McModel is about 6'3", tan, sandy brown hair, wears glasses and dresses like he owns his own J. Crew. I mean he's a babe, seriously. Um, I have no idea what his name is and have yet to talk to him, but it will happen. It will. And when it does, you will know about it.
Thursday, September 28, 2006
Monday, September 25, 2006
....and you are???
This weekend I stayed in Salt Lake in a valant, yet desperate effort to make friends. I was actually excited to stay and go to church with my roommates. Rachel however got a random case of Pink Eye and couldn't go, but me and Heather made it and met some pretty normal people. Our ward is massive, like really huge. I feel like I am in middle school again, totally intimidated by everyone that I don't know and very uncomfortable trying to talk to people I don't know. Especially since all the girls in our ward dress like celebrities. Very well-dressed celebrities. They all have such cute style! I was amazed at a couple of them, actually more amazed at their shoes, but you get the picture. That feeling got worse when we decided to be really religious and go to ward prayer. In Utah, singles wards have ward prayer every sunday night, apparently to grow closer as a ward family, but I am certain it's another scheme to try and pair us all off with the opposite sex. Whatever, ward prayer was another throw back to 1996-Parsons Jr. High, me having a total of 3 friends and trying desperately to sit with the cool kids lunch table. Ok maybe not that traumatic but certainly close. Heather and I stayed together, trying to mingle as best we know how, but it was still a little awkward. Overall though, I am glad we went. We met some really nice people and although I doubt they will remember my name the next time I see them, I don't think they will mind if I try and sit with them during sunday school.
This weekend I stayed in Salt Lake in a valant, yet desperate effort to make friends. I was actually excited to stay and go to church with my roommates. Rachel however got a random case of Pink Eye and couldn't go, but me and Heather made it and met some pretty normal people. Our ward is massive, like really huge. I feel like I am in middle school again, totally intimidated by everyone that I don't know and very uncomfortable trying to talk to people I don't know. Especially since all the girls in our ward dress like celebrities. Very well-dressed celebrities. They all have such cute style! I was amazed at a couple of them, actually more amazed at their shoes, but you get the picture. That feeling got worse when we decided to be really religious and go to ward prayer. In Utah, singles wards have ward prayer every sunday night, apparently to grow closer as a ward family, but I am certain it's another scheme to try and pair us all off with the opposite sex. Whatever, ward prayer was another throw back to 1996-Parsons Jr. High, me having a total of 3 friends and trying desperately to sit with the cool kids lunch table. Ok maybe not that traumatic but certainly close. Heather and I stayed together, trying to mingle as best we know how, but it was still a little awkward. Overall though, I am glad we went. We met some really nice people and although I doubt they will remember my name the next time I see them, I don't think they will mind if I try and sit with them during sunday school.
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
Breaking-Up.
I am breaking up with Logan, Logan, Utah. It's time. I miss it terribly and had a very hard time coming back to Salt Lake on Sunday morning. I have thought about breaking it off for a long time and I think by continuing to go up there I am just tearing out the sutures (like that Postal Service song).
This past weekend was really fun. My friend McKenzie if getting married and her shower was on Saturday so I went to that. McKenzie and I worked together at Hamilton's and she is marrying one of the managers. They are great together, the type of people you can't imagine being with anybody else than with each other. Anyways, it was good to see Kenzie and a lot of the people I used to work with.
Later that day I went to the girls soccer game. I used to live with a lot of soccer girls and a couple I have known since my freshman year so that was fun to see them. The weather was typical Logan: cold and unpredictable, but I sat through as long as I could until I couldn't take the pelting hail that eventually found it's way to the soccer field. That night I went to the USU/Utah football game which was such a waste of time. The Aggies were humiliated 48-0. Anyways, I left during the 3rd quarter and hung out with some friends that night.
I know. I know some of you reading think I am pathetic and need to get over Logan and to you I say this: I am trying. I really am. I am not going up there until I make some friends down here. It's for the best.
Anyways, new subject. Grey's Anatomy OWNS ME. I bought the second season on dvd and it has consumed my life. I have been watching it non-stop since Sunday afternoon and finally finished (is that redundant?) it tonight. All I can say is, wow. Wow, I cannot wait until tomorrow for the season premiere!! I watched the season 2 finale today, twice. So intense. I cried.
Work is good. Today I made 400 Rules of Tennis pamplets. Exciting.
Thursday, September 14, 2006
One of my favorites...
This is probably one of my favorite pictures from europe. These are some French boy scouts, or I should say the French equivalents to boy scouts, we met in Paris. There were like 12 or 13 of them walking behind us through the catacombs. If you are unfamiliar with catacombs, they are these really creepy underground tombs where millions and millions of bones have been stacked because the Paris cemetaries were overcrowded. Anyways, it's really very scary down there in the dark so we thought it would be funny if we scared these boys a little. We sped up a little to get some distance on them and then my friend Rachel hid hehind a corner and jumped out and yelled at them as they came around. It was one of the funniest things I have ever seen. Those boys screamed so loud! Once they settled down they were lauging so hard. The funniest kids ever. Once we got outside I asked them if I could take their photo. They didn't really know what I was asking and were a little reserved about it at first but then they were posing all over the place once they figured out that I just wanted to snap a picture. They were cute kids. Such a fun day.
This is probably one of my favorite pictures from europe. These are some French boy scouts, or I should say the French equivalents to boy scouts, we met in Paris. There were like 12 or 13 of them walking behind us through the catacombs. If you are unfamiliar with catacombs, they are these really creepy underground tombs where millions and millions of bones have been stacked because the Paris cemetaries were overcrowded. Anyways, it's really very scary down there in the dark so we thought it would be funny if we scared these boys a little. We sped up a little to get some distance on them and then my friend Rachel hid hehind a corner and jumped out and yelled at them as they came around. It was one of the funniest things I have ever seen. Those boys screamed so loud! Once they settled down they were lauging so hard. The funniest kids ever. Once we got outside I asked them if I could take their photo. They didn't really know what I was asking and were a little reserved about it at first but then they were posing all over the place once they figured out that I just wanted to snap a picture. They were cute kids. Such a fun day.
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
It's a Boy!
Britney another baby boy yesterday. Not much details yet, but I am sure they will come out sooner than later.
Britney another baby boy yesterday. Not much details yet, but I am sure they will come out sooner than later.
Monday, September 11, 2006
Weekend
This weekend kicked-off with a fun filled Friday night at the SLC Greek Festival in downtown. Greece was my favorite place I visited in Europe, so much so that I made myself an honorary Greek for life and gladly adopted the Greek nationality as my own. So naturally I felt completely at home during Greek Fest, kickin' it with "my people."
I went with my friends Brett and Tyler whom I used to work with in Logan. Tyler is a legit greek. His last name is Koupinolpolis, he speaks greek and listens to greek bands. It was fun to go with him and listen to him chatting it up with fellow Greeks. We stood in line for an hour to eat som authentic Greek food. They had everything. I had some souvlaki, creamed rice pilaf and and greek sald with olives and feta cheese. It took me back to my trip to Greece for sure. So good. After, we watched some Greek dancers perform traditional dances for a while, right up until Cuba Gooding Jr. decided to make an appearance, along with his 15-person entourage. I mean, what ws Cuba Gooding Jr. doing at Greek Fest in Salt Lake City, Utah? I really don't know. Rumor was that he was filming a movie in Park City. I guess he got bored up there and wanted a taste of the Greek life. Whatever, Cuba looked so stupid sitting with his bodyguards, who by the way, looked like the secret service, complete with the Ray-Bans and ear pieces. Lame. Cuba, you're short and don't need a entourage at Greek Fest. No one cared that you were there anyways.
After Greek Fest we tried to find the Greek After Party at some club called The Hotel. However, when we got arrived, there were no Greeks to be seen, so we bounced.
Greek Fest was a blast. We are such a fun loving people...
Saturday was pretty low key. I was stoked to watch the women's U.S. Open Final, but soon lost interest when Maria Sharapova took over and looked as though she'd walk away with the win. I was slightly disappointed with Henin-Hardenne's game. She didn't look to enthused to be at the U.S. Open Final. That's the one cool thing about Maria, she always looks fired up to play. It left me hoping the men's final would return a better result...
yeah right.
Andy got beat. We all knew it would happen, but it was still so sad. I don't really want to talk about it. I'm still a little upset. (DO NOT COMMENT ON HOW AWESOME FEDERER IS OR HOW OVERRATED ANDY IS OR HOW MUCH HE LOOKS LIKE A BIRD. I WILL BE UPSET. YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE...)
I took my car in this morning to get fixed from the accident caused by my former roommate back in April. I am so excited to get it back so I can clean it top to bottom. It's been slightly neglected lately but will look good as new by next week. I just didn't see the logic is washing my car that had blue paint on the bumper and a taped down hood. Call me crazy.
Today was the 5th anniversary of the terrorist attacks on 9-11. Last night I watched a special on CBS about two filmmakers who happened to be shooting a documentary about a firhouse in NYC on 9-11. It was crazy, some of the footage they captured. Unreal. I haven't really seen all of that since the day it happened.
I was a senior in high school and heard bits a pieces of information on my way to school. By the time I got to first period I was filled in on what had happened. My teachers, Mrs. Wren and Mr. Moynahan immediately had us go to one of their classrooms which were equipted with televisions (our large class met in the theater). There we stayed, a usually loud, energized group, now silent as we watched history unfold. No one talked, we just gaped at the images on tv, as the second tower was hit, as the first crumbled and as the second one followed. I can remember Mr. Moynahan and Mrs. Wren, usually the images of adult poise and perfection, not knowing what to say, what to explain to us. They were just as confused and shocked as we were. The rest of the day was spent in a similar fashion. Every classroom's television was on the entire day. I didn't take a lunch that day. I don't think anyone really did. Five years later, as I watched the images again last night, the same feelings of shock and confusion came over me. I was talking to my friend Rob the other day about 9-11 and where each of us were when it happened and then we got to talking about how we've changed individually since that day. I intially told him I haven't really changed personally but as we talked longer, I realized I had. Everyone has. I can't look at an airplane without the thought of it blowing up or it plunging to the ground crossing my mind. That realization of this left me very angry. Angry that the people who did this succeeded. They accomplished their goal and although they didn't fly every American into a building, they scarred us all for life. Our country is still wounded from that day and as we become more and more divided on the politics involving terrorism, I get more angry because even though we can rebuild what was lost, we can't seem to mend this seam that has divided us. And that's their real victory. I am not trying to pretend to be some expert terrorism theorist but that's just how I feel. It's such an exhausting thing to try and wrap my mind around how unbelievable Sept. 11th was. I can't imagine having to continue to get up every morning after seeing and experiencing what so many people had to that day.
I will just consider myself lucky.
This weekend kicked-off with a fun filled Friday night at the SLC Greek Festival in downtown. Greece was my favorite place I visited in Europe, so much so that I made myself an honorary Greek for life and gladly adopted the Greek nationality as my own. So naturally I felt completely at home during Greek Fest, kickin' it with "my people."
I went with my friends Brett and Tyler whom I used to work with in Logan. Tyler is a legit greek. His last name is Koupinolpolis, he speaks greek and listens to greek bands. It was fun to go with him and listen to him chatting it up with fellow Greeks. We stood in line for an hour to eat som authentic Greek food. They had everything. I had some souvlaki, creamed rice pilaf and and greek sald with olives and feta cheese. It took me back to my trip to Greece for sure. So good. After, we watched some Greek dancers perform traditional dances for a while, right up until Cuba Gooding Jr. decided to make an appearance, along with his 15-person entourage. I mean, what ws Cuba Gooding Jr. doing at Greek Fest in Salt Lake City, Utah? I really don't know. Rumor was that he was filming a movie in Park City. I guess he got bored up there and wanted a taste of the Greek life. Whatever, Cuba looked so stupid sitting with his bodyguards, who by the way, looked like the secret service, complete with the Ray-Bans and ear pieces. Lame. Cuba, you're short and don't need a entourage at Greek Fest. No one cared that you were there anyways.
After Greek Fest we tried to find the Greek After Party at some club called The Hotel. However, when we got arrived, there were no Greeks to be seen, so we bounced.
Greek Fest was a blast. We are such a fun loving people...
Saturday was pretty low key. I was stoked to watch the women's U.S. Open Final, but soon lost interest when Maria Sharapova took over and looked as though she'd walk away with the win. I was slightly disappointed with Henin-Hardenne's game. She didn't look to enthused to be at the U.S. Open Final. That's the one cool thing about Maria, she always looks fired up to play. It left me hoping the men's final would return a better result...
yeah right.
Andy got beat. We all knew it would happen, but it was still so sad. I don't really want to talk about it. I'm still a little upset. (DO NOT COMMENT ON HOW AWESOME FEDERER IS OR HOW OVERRATED ANDY IS OR HOW MUCH HE LOOKS LIKE A BIRD. I WILL BE UPSET. YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE...)
I took my car in this morning to get fixed from the accident caused by my former roommate back in April. I am so excited to get it back so I can clean it top to bottom. It's been slightly neglected lately but will look good as new by next week. I just didn't see the logic is washing my car that had blue paint on the bumper and a taped down hood. Call me crazy.
Today was the 5th anniversary of the terrorist attacks on 9-11. Last night I watched a special on CBS about two filmmakers who happened to be shooting a documentary about a firhouse in NYC on 9-11. It was crazy, some of the footage they captured. Unreal. I haven't really seen all of that since the day it happened.
I was a senior in high school and heard bits a pieces of information on my way to school. By the time I got to first period I was filled in on what had happened. My teachers, Mrs. Wren and Mr. Moynahan immediately had us go to one of their classrooms which were equipted with televisions (our large class met in the theater). There we stayed, a usually loud, energized group, now silent as we watched history unfold. No one talked, we just gaped at the images on tv, as the second tower was hit, as the first crumbled and as the second one followed. I can remember Mr. Moynahan and Mrs. Wren, usually the images of adult poise and perfection, not knowing what to say, what to explain to us. They were just as confused and shocked as we were. The rest of the day was spent in a similar fashion. Every classroom's television was on the entire day. I didn't take a lunch that day. I don't think anyone really did. Five years later, as I watched the images again last night, the same feelings of shock and confusion came over me. I was talking to my friend Rob the other day about 9-11 and where each of us were when it happened and then we got to talking about how we've changed individually since that day. I intially told him I haven't really changed personally but as we talked longer, I realized I had. Everyone has. I can't look at an airplane without the thought of it blowing up or it plunging to the ground crossing my mind. That realization of this left me very angry. Angry that the people who did this succeeded. They accomplished their goal and although they didn't fly every American into a building, they scarred us all for life. Our country is still wounded from that day and as we become more and more divided on the politics involving terrorism, I get more angry because even though we can rebuild what was lost, we can't seem to mend this seam that has divided us. And that's their real victory. I am not trying to pretend to be some expert terrorism theorist but that's just how I feel. It's such an exhausting thing to try and wrap my mind around how unbelievable Sept. 11th was. I can't imagine having to continue to get up every morning after seeing and experiencing what so many people had to that day.
I will just consider myself lucky.
Thursday, September 07, 2006
Finally...
Last night the stars finally aligned and Vincent was given his long over due heave ho off the runway. All I can say is...
IT'S ABOUT TIME.
I mean really, this should have happened on day one when he put that ridiculous basket with the hanging paper clips, or whatever those things were, on that poor model's head. Really. Shame on you Heidi Klum for keeping him around so long.
Vincent's send-off was the only highlight of the rather "blah" episode. In fact, so was last weeks, so much so that I actually found myself thinking about going to bed early instead of watching it last night. But alas, I didn't want to miss it when the judges finally did get a clue and realize Vincent is deranged. So I watched.
I had been watching tv all afternoon-big day of tennis. Big, huge.
Maria Sharapova beat this way hotter Russian, Tatiana Golovin in back-to-back tie breakers. BTW, I don't get what all the hoopla is about Maria Sharapova. I mean, she's like this huge big, burly Russian girl with acne. She looked horrible last night. She must clean up well or something. Golovin is so much cuter. Why isn't anyone freaking out over how hot she is?
After Sharapova's match, Roddick WORKED Leyton Hewitt in straight sets. Andy looks amazing. He is playing so well and rolling over these other dudes so bad it's almost unfair. If you didn't see any of his match last night, check out the highlights here.
Andy is my number one.
Definitely.
Last night the stars finally aligned and Vincent was given his long over due heave ho off the runway. All I can say is...
IT'S ABOUT TIME.
I mean really, this should have happened on day one when he put that ridiculous basket with the hanging paper clips, or whatever those things were, on that poor model's head. Really. Shame on you Heidi Klum for keeping him around so long.
Vincent's send-off was the only highlight of the rather "blah" episode. In fact, so was last weeks, so much so that I actually found myself thinking about going to bed early instead of watching it last night. But alas, I didn't want to miss it when the judges finally did get a clue and realize Vincent is deranged. So I watched.
I had been watching tv all afternoon-big day of tennis. Big, huge.
Maria Sharapova beat this way hotter Russian, Tatiana Golovin in back-to-back tie breakers. BTW, I don't get what all the hoopla is about Maria Sharapova. I mean, she's like this huge big, burly Russian girl with acne. She looked horrible last night. She must clean up well or something. Golovin is so much cuter. Why isn't anyone freaking out over how hot she is?
After Sharapova's match, Roddick WORKED Leyton Hewitt in straight sets. Andy looks amazing. He is playing so well and rolling over these other dudes so bad it's almost unfair. If you didn't see any of his match last night, check out the highlights here.
Andy is my number one.
Definitely.
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
Signing Off
CBS and Katie Couric are apparently not creative enough to come up with her own nightly news sign off so they are asking the public to submit their ideas here.
Mine was "That's the news for now. Be well, America."
Kinda boring. I'll think of something better.
Did anyone watch her debut last night? I missed it but I read that she reported on Suri Cruise. Lame.
Suri is on the cover of Vanity Fair this month with her 'rents, Katie and Tom. I saw the cover online and I must admit, she's really cute. Not as cute as Apple, Gweneth Paltrow's baby, but up there for sure.
Whatever, they are still freaks and I wouldn't hang out with them.
CBS and Katie Couric are apparently not creative enough to come up with her own nightly news sign off so they are asking the public to submit their ideas here.
Mine was "That's the news for now. Be well, America."
Kinda boring. I'll think of something better.
Did anyone watch her debut last night? I missed it but I read that she reported on Suri Cruise. Lame.
Suri is on the cover of Vanity Fair this month with her 'rents, Katie and Tom. I saw the cover online and I must admit, she's really cute. Not as cute as Apple, Gweneth Paltrow's baby, but up there for sure.
Whatever, they are still freaks and I wouldn't hang out with them.
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