A peep joust gone terribly wrong....

Kids, don't try this at home without adult supervision.

Best things about visiting Arizona in March

In no particular order...except for maybe the first two.

• In and Out burger (see previous posts pictures...can you find ross' double-double animal style?)
• Animal style at In and Out burger
• 80 degree weather and mild sunburns
• Spring training baseball (this one is for Ross)
• AJ's gournment grocery store (this one is for Ross, too)
• Seeing extended family we haven't seen forever
• The opportunity to see scenery instead of just shopping malls and sporting venues
• Sandals, giving my feet the freedom to breathe that they deserve
• Sleeping in

In and Out

 

Can March Maddness make you Mad?????

Today, I consider myself a "recovering mad" basketball fan. After 3 days of nonstop basketball, I'd like to take a few minutes to reflect...and avoid games for the rest of the day. On Thursday, Ross and I attended our first ever NCAA Semifinals up at the Huntsman Center. We went w/ Ross' friend Dave, from Phoenix, and my Dad and Willie. We definately got our money's worth in the games we watched and had a great time. It was loud and exciting both on Thursday and Saturday night as we watched eight teams whittled down to two teams. Lucky for me, Boston College pulled out a squeaker on Thursday morning against Pacific and then handed Montana it's dinner on a nice platter last night or my entire bracket would be in trouble...not that it's not in trouble anyway...floundering at best. I just couldn't bring myself to pick Puke this year, for anything beyond the first round...so much for taking a moral stand against Sheldon the turtle.

Basketball is fun and college hoops is definately where it's at (two turn tables and a microphone)....

me so smart

Apparently, at West high school (we were there last night for the Jr. Jazz tournament), you don't need to know how to spell to tag the bleachers.

The Car of the People

Country Roads, take me home....

To the place, I belong, WEST VIRGINIA, mountain mamma, take me home, country roads......

Apparently, John Denver has it out for the boys of my family. Peter received his mission call yesterday and he will be serving in the Charleston, West Virginia mission. The funny thing is, that is where his brother is currently serving and where their uncle Eddie served his mission years ago.

We all gathered at Peter's home last night with baited breathe and outrageous predictions ranging from Madagascar to Albequeque and when he finally opened the envelope and read "West Virginia" there was pandemonium. No one beleived him until they actually got to read the letter themselves. Grandma and Grandpa were blown away, probablly not as much as Peter though.

Here's the interesting thing. Peter reports to the MTC on May 17. He will arrive at the mission home on June 7. Alex will be in the mission home on June 7 and will be heading home on June 8. How about that! Peter was trying to avoid his pesky older brother and he is going to spend his first night on the mission with Alex on his last night. I suppose this is a perfect example of how the "Lord works in mysterious ways."

Congratulations Peter. At least it isn't Boise.

Feeling Flirtatious?

Today, Willie's Jr. Jazz team started tournament play at West high school. I have been assigned as camera girl so during their first game, which they lost, I was wandering around with my camera taking pictures. Parker was wandering with me and is witness to the following incident.

We were sitting at one end of the court under the basket taking pictures when, during play, one of the officials (the one who wasn't stoned and hadn't just jumped out of bed without showering) asked me "So, what kind of camera is that?" I answered him, "a pentax."

The next time down the court, he asked me, "So, did you get a picture of me?" at which time, Parker turned to me and said, "Annie, the official is flirting with you."

It's not every day a jr. jazz official flirts with me. Heck, it's not everyday anyone flirts with me, that isn't 17 or over the age of 55.

How about that? :)

Traffic Redemption

I had a bad traffic night on Tuesday. I left in plenty of time to get home and 2 hours later I pulled into my garage a little enraged, to say the least. The commute was horid, the weather grey and dingy and I wasn't a happy camper.

Apparently, the sky felt sorry for me because this morning, driving to work, the sun coming up over the mountains was beautiful. It almost made up for the the big semi trying to cut me off, the mornon woman who wouldn't merge, and the giant truck and trailer driving 25 mph.