Thursday, September 30, 2010

who loves Sparky?

Last weekend we got to go to the ASU football game and watch them get spanked by Oregon. We brought the kids, and it was funny! And hot!! It was still over 100ยบ when the game started at 7:30. This heat wave is killing me. It reminds me of the last 400 meters of a race, your exhausted and just pushing as hard as you can because you can see the end. Well we're exhausted from the summer and the cooler weather is supposed to be here and we're just holding on for the end of temps over 100.
It's just odd being at an ASU game, and having your 6 year old stand up and yell to everyone, "if you love Sparky raise your hand!"... several times. BYU I can picture it. But SKANK.S.U? Also, she'd start cheering "A-S-U" and then it'd morph into "U-S-A!" I just love that girl.
The kids loved the game, which is good but also worrisome. We're still working on brainwashing them to love BYU the most.
Once when I was doing my brainwashing routine and asked Gwen where she was going to go to college, she said ASU. I was shocked, the kids have always said BYU in the past. I said, "you mean BYU right?" And she said, "but you and daddy go to ASU". Touche. So I explained to her that undergrad is BYU or an ivy league school, and then she could go anywhere (like ASU) for grad work. I know. We're bad.

The kids took their turn with the camera:

And this was just before Drake got a high five from Sparky. He loved it. And again worry. Need to get them to love Cosmo more than Sparky. ;)

Thursday, September 23, 2010

some advice from Mama Kristin

I can call myself that because I'm an "older"student. You know, not 22 like most of my fellow 1Ls.
Hhh hhmm. While in class don't twirl your hair. In the midst of your hair twirling, your professor might think you're raising you hand and then call on you. Then in your .3 second internal debate, the thought of trying to just start talking while trying to think of what the question even was might win over just telling your professor that you weren't raising your hand, but just twirling your hair like a ditz. But now it's too late. You started talking, and as these words are coming out of your mouth, you'll realize that what you're saying isn't what your professor even asked, and you're just totally wrong. So no hair twirling please.

Monday, September 20, 2010


Recovering from an amazing weekend with these wild ladies.
Oh ShowLow, thank you for showing us a good time. Thank you for having cool mornings so I was able to finally get in a long run. Thank you girls for helping me not think about contracts, torts and civil procedure. (now I'm scrambling to catch up!)

I was stuck in this slow traffic coming back into the valley. Aww. This is everyone coming back to reality from a fun escape.

But maybe the best part of the weekend (and this is saying a lot since we heard Elder Scott speak Sunday morning) was pulling into the driveway and seeing Gwen sitting at the window waiting for me with a "welcome home mommy" sign that she made.

Sunday, September 12, 2010

true story

Yes, I have a million other things to be doing right now besides blogging. Like reading for Torts tomorrow, or writing my memo outline which also is due tomorrow, or folding the mountain of laundry on my couch, or cleaning my kitchen that is a mess from dinner and cookies, but I'm not. I want to blog and go to bed. Too bad really I'm just waisting study time and I'll be up really late. Oh well.
Yesterday morning I did the Special Olympics Triathlon. It's really neat, they have a sprint for anybody, but then they also have events for Special Olympics athletes, and obviously it all benefits the Special Olympics program. I can not keep my eyes from watering when I see these amazing people trying so hard to swim, bike and run. They are so determined and happy it's so cool to be apart of it all.
Anyhoo, I was stoked for this race because it was my first with my new bike. But I was also worried because I have been sick all week! I've been hacking like a smoker, sore throat, congested, and all sorts of nastiness. So Saturday morning I woke up and felt so yucky I didn't even want to go. But I'm such a tightwad that I wasn't about to forfeit $75 in race fees, so I took some sudafed and left at the crack of dawn.
The race went well other than a few hang ups. Like half way through the swim, as I was swimming under a lane line, my goggles got caught and came off! I stopped and wasn't sure what to do. I didn't want to tread water for too long to put them back on so I decided to throw them out of the pool and do the rest with out goggles. That was interesting. I collided with three swimmers head on because I could barely see. Sorry guys!
Then after the bike, once I started running, I was having some bad coughing fits, and had to stop to throw up FOUR TIMES!!!! I was considering walking the rest of the run portion, but half way in I got my second wind and was able to book it and make up for some of the lost time.
So with all of my hang ups, was sooooo surprised to see that I won my age group!!! Again!!! What the heck?!?!?!?! My last three races I've won my age group! I don't know what's going on. I'm just expecting to start hearing the Twilight Zone music playing or something.

So here I am getting my Special Olympics cowbell with a sticker on it that says first place. Like I said, this is a fundraiser for Special Olympics, so don't expect too much. :)
And then you get to pose with this guy. I think he's just a police officer. Cool. At least he had really soft hands.
And me with my new baby! I'm so in love.
Speaking of being in love, get this conversation I had with Drake yesterday:
D- Mom, you and dad were married a long time ago, huh?
K- Yep.
D- Were you brother and sister?
K- Nooooo.
D- Me and Gwen are brother and sister huh?
K- Yep.
D- Do you know who I want to marry?
K- Who?
D- You!
Awww, melt my heart Drakey! That's way better than winning a triathlon! Now I officially LOVE having a son. It only took four years. But Edipus Rex stuff is just so cute. (except when it's for real, and then that's nasty!!)