Yes, Those Are Racquetballs

No need to worry anymore--the drought is over! To tell you the truth, I haven't really been neglecting my blog. It's just that...life has been rolling along as usual, busily, and without a lot of events in my mind that warranted pictures. And thus, couldn't possibly be worthy of the blog. But I have taken a couple and I figured I should probably write to say that I'm off to Nationals! We leave in about...3 hours. I'm pumped. And nervous. But mostly pumped. So, that being the main function of this post, here are some other random happenings. Just in case you're bored.

On Sunday, I made bread. For the very first time! Thank you Trudeaus for the delicious recipe. The best part is, it worked! And tasted good! I felt very accomplished. And domestic. Bring on the children! Haha. Just kidding. No kids yet. Please.
And also please try to ignore the fact that this is a really awful picture of me and focus your attention on the gorgeous bread. Thank you.

The other morning, I woke up and my hair looked like this. I know, right? Generally I wake up and look about the same as when I went to bed, but I could not tame this. I thought it was pretty hysterical. But then again, I think a lot of things are hysterical that really aren't. So, you be the judge.

And now for the randomest side note of them all, a couple weekends ago, I went to the Wilk on Saturday morning to watch Brian and his little sixth grade engineers compete with the robot Brian helped them build. The robot had to go up and over a set of stairs, and then go backward over them again. Brian's group was the only won that actually fully achieved that goal! It was awesome. I was so proud. That's why I took pictures. Like any good mother would do. Except I'm his sister. Here's a video of the sweet sweet victory.

A day as a spectator

So I like BYU sports. Obviously, my major has just a little bit to do with them. But, I wouldn't necessarily consider myself a zealot. For example, I'm not one of those people that would camp out two nights before the BYU v. Utah basketball game to get a good seat. However, I did wait in line. So I felt a little more hard core than I actually am. Which is generally a pretty good feeling. Anyway, here's what happened: some of these zealots of which we speak are in my ward. They camped for at least one night, maybe two, I can't remember, before the basketball game. Lucky for me, I only had to come get in line two hours before the game actually started. We ended up actually running around the Marriott Center trying to find our group and get in line before they got into the building. It was pretty exciting. We ended up on row 22. Pretty sweet. I felt only slightly guilty that I didn't actually do much to get those seats but nobody seemed too terribly angry. At least we weren't wearing red.

All in all, this game was a big day for me. One, I came multiple hours early to a sporting event. Something I'm usually not a big advocate of. Two, I went to a sporting event as a spectator. You have no idea how much you appreciate doing this until you've had to work one, either selling stuff from a box around your neck or taping athletes. Spectating is the way to go. Three, I painted my face. Turns out I've never done this. I mean sure, I've let a clown give me a little flower on my cheek or something when I was six, but never for a sporting event. So I figured there was no better time than the present.

And here is my lovely face paint. Some important information about this picture--these are my future roommates!! Yes, it's true, I signed contracts to Victoria Place II (more affectionately known as The Sequel) with these fine girls you see here. Starting on the left we have me, Marie Chilton, Megan Robinson and Jenny George. They are all fantastic and I can't wait to live with them. And, it turns out we all look ridiculous trying to make the traditional tough face. Notice Jenny's in particular. Gets me every time.

This is me and Scott. I know that face paint is kind of distracting. Sorry. Scott is on the racquetball team with me.

And just for the record, that was my first and last time using face paint. I was tired of it after about five minutes. The first thing I did when I came home was wash it off.