Loyal Traitors

Brad and I are both BYU football fans. We love the game, we discuss it's finer points. We discuss the players, their performance, we love Bronco, we love it all. But yet deep inside me a little voice says that I am a traitor and have no right to be a BYU fan. You see I hold a degree from USU. I have never gone to BYU. By all accounts I am an Aggie.

I have many fond memories of my time at Utah State. I love the friends I met, the classes I took. I love the campus, the beauty of Cache Valley. Never ever in my life have I been able to cheer for the USU football team. (Not even when they would actually win some of their games.) As a college student I would attend the USU/BYU football game and sit in the BYU section wearing BYU blue and pray for the Cougars to crush the Aggies. All the while trying to squash the nagging voice inside of me.

My parents raised me on Cougar football, and so I do blame part of this on them. Do I have to have gone to BYU to be a true blue fan?

So as my peeps and I sat in the pouring rain during the game on Saturday, "Rising and Shouting" with the rest of the Cougar Nation I could hear that little voice ask, "would you do this for the Aggies?" The answer is of course NO! I feel like I have paid my dues. Sweltering sun, pouring rain, I have done it all for the Cougars. I deserve to be a fan- Sorry Aggies catch you next time.

A little slice of heaven

The Sunday Nap. This is a ritual I have embraced for over 20 years. I come from a long line of Sunday Nappers, everyone in my family has participated.

There was a stage in my life from about 7-11 years of age that I did not nap, although my parents still did. My brothers and sisters would just play on our own, and even avoided getting into major trouble or having to big of fights during that time. We knew that technically their was a parent home, and somehow they would know if trouble was to be had even though they were unconscious at the time.

Then the unthinkable happened. I married a Non-napper! How could this happen you ask? I can't explain it myself. We have found a way to make things work and live amicably under the same roof, even if it means that many times I have gone without Sunday afternoon z's.

Several factors have attributed to this. Number one: having children. We can't always get everyone asleep at the same time. Number two: afternoon church. It just louses up our whole schedule, and robs us of our afternoon. Number three: the previous mentioned non-napper living in our home.

But today was a glorious day! We had earlier church, and the two littlest peeps who live here went to sleep AT THE SAME TIME. Then I and the non-napper both took naps! (I think I'm rubbing off on him. I'll make a napper out of him yet.) I'm telling you it was amazing. Plan a Sunday Nap in your life, you'll be glad that you did.

Bad Germs

Both girls are sick today. Emily is throwing up, Kate has a fever and both are very miserable. So I thought I would post this picture of happier times when Kate would push her big sister around in the doll stroller. Times when I didn't have to be either cleaning up throw-up or holding miserable girls. I feel so bad for them, and am anxious for them to be back to their old selves. It was a long night last night, a long day today, and who knows how tonight will go. Here's to holding onto sanity by the tips of my fingers and hoping for the best. Get well soon girls!

I've done it. I have finally caved and joined the blogger world. I have been lurking for a year now, reading your posts, enjoying your lives, yet never fully partcipating in the full blogger experience. So now after a year of standing on the side of the pool and dipping my toes in to test the waters I am taking the plunge and diving in. (I just hope it goes better then the painful belly flop I performed for my swimming class in the 8th grade!)