Racquetball

Again, I apologize.  I'm sure there must be some of you out there wondering if I'm still alive.  Well, no worries.  I am.  And I'm here to tell you about my latest adventure.  Last weekend, the BYU racquetball team (of which I am part, if any of you didn't know that) had a tournament in Logan.  It was a blast!  I love racquetball and I love the people on the team.  So really, there was nothing to lose.  We all met at the courts at 2 to take the good ole BYU vans up to Logan.  The ride was hot, squishy and just on the whole uncomfortable, but Megan and I watched 21 on my iPod.  So that helped.  

The guys watching some r-ball.

Once we got to the courts in Logan, I had to just sit around for about three hours and watch other matches before I actually got to play.  When I finally got to play though, it was fantastic.  I played really well and actually won every single match I played all weekend.  Except for one.  I played three girls on Friday night before showering, getting some Betos (a Mexican restaurant known for its shadiness but with delicious breakfast burritos, especially at 12 am--which is what time it happened to be. ) and going to spend the night at the highest house in Logan.  No joke.  By some random association (a friend of a friend's bishop or something like that...) we ended up spending the night, really only a few hours, at this amazingly huge house.  There was a racquetball court, climbing wall and drinking fountain in the basement.  So of course, what does the entire women's racquetball team do the second we get in that house?  You guessed it, our

 coach finally had to kick us off the racquetball court at about 1am because we were being too loud.

The next morning they started the doubles game.  My partner, Hillary and I played well and won both our matches.  Then came the women's semi finals.  I won my first match against a girl from Utah State.  And then--the championship game.  Against:  Megan Robinson.  Figures, right?  Fighting for first place against my best friend?  This always happens to us. Well this time folks, she won out.  13-15 and 14-15.  Some of the most intense racquetball I have ever played.  So, kudos to Megan.  I'll get her next time...

We drove back to Provo Saturday afternoon, got some lunch on the racquetball team and arrived sore and exhausted just in time for...nothing really.  Our return to Provo was very anti-climatic.  Turns out everybody was out of town last weekend.  What'd ya know.

Now for some pictures from the weekend.  I kind of appointed myself team historian (at least for this trip/until I get tired of it) and therefore, took quite a few pictures.  It was a good time.  Enjoy.

The morning after our stay in that rad house.

I know it looks like Megan is stealing the donuts, but really, we're just happy that they're there.

I think all the greatest fashion trends originated during the height of everyone's boredom...kind of like this one.

Coach Val.  And her baby.

Megan and I took about 50 pictures like this and I was unfortunately forced to pick just one.  They are all hysterical.  Or maybe just to us.

Jessica, Charlotte (our very mature and serious team captain) and Whitney.

Birthdays

In the last two weeks Russell, Molly, Kirby and Ben have all had birthdays in the past couple of weeks. I already posted about Russell's birthday but Molly's was a complete success. I think most of the credit should go to Alyssa for the awesome party prep/food. A ton of people showed up, including Jen for a few minutes and a bunch of random people from Springboro. It was super fun. We played some classic teenage games that surprisingly, were a really good time. So, here's some candid shots from the par-tay. Enjoy.

Yes, it is what you think. That is a giraffe made out of rice krispie treats. I know right! Oh the advantages of living with an art major.

Alyssa is also the mastermind behind the most amazing cake I have ever tasted. I think she's made it about five times in the past week or so, and it's still good.

On Friday night, we opened Molly's presents! It was fun and the faces Molly made while she opened them was probably the best. A little confused but...excited!... about a planner. She really was excited, whoever gave this to her--don't be offended. I just caught her in a passing moment of perplexity.

And this is a direct quote: "I've always wanted my own bandaids!"

And that was Molly's birthday.

Weekends

I guess I should apologize to all of you, my dear blog readers. My blogging is sporadic. It just is. I don't often get time to blog, so when I do, I grab it by the horns and post like crazy. I realize this isn't ideal but it's the best I can do. And hey, I figure the important part is that the information is getting out there. So....that having been said, let me catch you up for the last couple of weeks that I haven't blogged. :)

Basically, I live for the weekends. Well...kind of. Weekends are great but still short and busy. A couple weekends ago, I got to go wakebaording!!! And yes, it was amazing. And freezing. Brian called me on Friday informing me that one of his engineering friends was going out on his girlfriend's boat and invited Brian and I because he knows how obsessed with boating we are. He also knows Russell (they all have engineering classes together) so the three of us drove up to Jordanelle on Saturday morning, in the 65 degree weather wondering how on earth we would ever be able to get into the water. But sure enough, once Brian and I saw the wakeboard, a functioning boat and a wake, it was into the water. Don't get me wrong--it was freezing. Everytime I crashed my breath with catch in my chest. And those poor skinny engineers each shook for about 15 minutes after getting back into the boat. It was crazy.

Sad story: Brian somehow ended up being a 7th wheel. He didn't know what to do so we decided that he should hug the ski, his first true love.

That very night, Kirby, Megan, Russell and I decided to go find a supposed bonfire up the canyon. We got there and...no bonfire. We found out later that I guess it really was there but we couldn't find it. Russell just ended up scaring us the entire time. A dark canyon, four people, nobody else... Anyway, it ended up being pretty fun surprisingly. Especially since we didn't actually do anything.

We rode the jeep up to the canyon that night. Which was a good time, but cold and windy. For all of you who requested it, here is a picture of Russell and I. I know, it's another bad one.