Monday Night Football

Cleveland Browns Vs. New York Football Giants.


Our Tickets were left at will call, the guys in front of us in line were asking for tickets left for them by Willie McGinest. The dudes behind us said a Player left them tickets and told me "We should have great seats! I hope they are Club Seats!" Christy asked for our tickets, a thick envelope was revealed; two field passes along with tickets were revealed! I was bursting with excitment- I took off running to the gate. Minutes later I was greeted by our Friends Megan and Lance.

We walked around absorbing it all in, Standing behind the Cleveland Bench We were introduced to the Phil Savage (GM for the Browns). Watching the Browns warm up was so cool, I was amazed at the size and athletisim of the players.

I stood twenty yards away from them watching Anderson and Quinn throw perfect spiral after perfect spiral.






The visiting team warms up in front of the DAWG POUND. I passed the gaggle of reporters around Eli Manning to watch the Defence, I was hoping to get the attention of Bryan Kehl. The rookie from BYU. I watched Justin Tuck walk up to the dawg pound and tell them "we used to respect you, we used to respect you back in the early nighty's, we don't respect y'all anymore."
(that is Big Dawg wearing 98)


And then there was the game, I could not ask for a better game. The energy and atmosphere in the staduim was electric. We stood for most of the game. And there was much to stand and cheer for-the Browns did not Punt or get sacked. Every one of there possesion ended in a score.

A special thank you goes out to Aunt Bean, Megans Aunt who made this all possilble.

A haiku trubuite:

Full Moon Monday Night
Must win for Brownies, Go Team
eli defeated

1/4 century

I turned 25 last Saturday. Maybe it's just me but 25 just seems a LOT older then 24. It's like by 25 you are supposed to have life figured out or something. Anyways Reza and I spent Saturday with each other. We ate breakfast together, went to the Buckeye game together and with friends, watched BYU play, and went to Wal-mart. On Sunday, Reza had a 1/2 surprise party (as in I knew people were coming over, but I did not know who he had invited).

It was wonderful. Sometimes I whine because I don't think I have a lot of friends here. Boy was I wrong. I have a lot of great, wonderful, supportive friends! It was a great day.

PS. I failed to mention the Camry has 242,967 miles on it.

Ode to the Camry

Dear Bluebell,

I am sorry that I cried when you were purchased in 2001. I was only sad because you weren't a stick shift, didn't have a sun roof, and because you are incredibly blue and not cherry red.

I am very proud of you--my 1993 Toyota Camry. You survived Jenny, Jacob and me. You also made it through a trip to Utah, and then back again. I am happy that the only maintenance you seem to require are oil changes. Except for that one time the power steering fluid holder exploded.

I would have been very sad if that person who ripped off the drivers door handle had been successful in taking you. And I am glad that Dad was able to fix it as only he could. I do wish though that the lock on the driver's side door would work so we didn't always have to unlock you using the passenger side. I also your radio wasn't so temperamental, and that the air conditioner worked. I will also forgive you for a passenger side window that has been screwed shut, and try to look past that the driver's side window just feel down this week. I realize that all these things just make you who you are. I recognize that you are your own vehicle.

I am proud to say that we are apart of the 90% of Camry's from 1990 on that are still on the road. Please still be apart of that 90% in the year 2009.

Love,

Christy (and Reza)

Now that's classy

I am taking a class about reading difficulties/reading assessments this quarter.

The professor is a middle-aged woman who is from Alabama. She has quite the southern accent, plus she is pretty loud and somewhat outspoken. This class is also one of the most disorganized classes I have ever participated in.

The following things have come out of her mouth:

"I am a nationally known expert on childhood literacy, I go around the country teaching people this stuff."

"I am a pretty darn good classroom teacher."

And so on. She makes it very apparent she gets paid a lot to do these kind of things.

The first day of class she was also wearing a silky, loose, black, jacket thing which was featuring the following print:
How am I supposed to take this nationally known expert seriously with her southern drawl, and neon cat silky jacket thing which features neon cat faces?

Oh academia.

Karma

So maybe there has been a 5 day marathon of CSI:NY on Spike TV.
So maybe I have watched several episodes daily.
So maybe I get really into these shows and HATE not seeing the ending.
So maybe I missed 30 minutes of a riveting episode to go to school.
So maybe when I got home the same episode was on so I can see the ending.

Reza sounds a lot like Earl (minus the sweet mustache) and he would have told me that this was karma.

All I Want

Is a dishwasher.