For the 8th year running, I’ve set up a Tournament Challenge page on ESPN.com.
For the 7th year running, I forgot my password and it was a lot more work than it should have been.
So after tonight go fill out a bracket!
Let me know if you want password info.
That’s longer than I’ve been married, held a job, owned a home…it’s the longest I’ve done anything that takes about 15 minutes.
Family and friends are welcome to join in this landmark occasion yet again:
The ESPN College Bracket Tourney.
They finally let you log in just using Facebook, so it’s easy to join!
Let me know if you’re interested in the group info.
Living here goes by fast. I promised Ski Utah I’d try things other than skiing – so far I’ve gotten up one hill with snow shoes on. Barely counts! Every morning I wake up and I’m pulled to another mountain, another challenge on my skis. Then you blink and the winter is over.
I was over here http://www.ginabegin.com/
and then found this:
http://mountainenthusiast.com/2011/02/17/top-10-best-things-to-do-and-see-in-utah/
A list of things to do. While I’ve tried most of the beers and all of the honorable mentions, I thought it was pretty funny skiing was the only thing I’d done on that list.
MY QUESTION TO YOU:
what is something from your HOME state that is sitting right there waiting for you to do that you haven’t?
I’ve never wanted to be a snowboarder so bad.
When I watched this yesterday, it had around 5000 views. Look at it now.
Just a little bit longer until I get there and stop being jealous of KD in the sun and JC party-hopping…
So today I’ll remind you all that this is the SIXTH year that I’ve done brackets for March Madness.
And since I stopped watching basketball immediately after Uconn beat UT and both teams started sucking, I plan on doing very well in the brackets this year. But I think I should make a prize for DEAD-F-word-Last, don’t you?
Want the password? Ask for it!
Living in Park City is probably 95% of what has me so excited about the Olympics this year. Many of the athletes have been training here and it’s gotten me very interested in the games. Not only that, but learning to ski changes everything I think about the sport. Wanting to get better has me reading about skiing, trying new skis, and even working out through ski season to be in the best shape I can. It had a lot to do with our decision to get the house here, I love San Diego but I’m not as good at any beach sport and I’ve become at skiing, and it’s become a real passion for me since spending last winter here.
It’s laughable compared to these athletes competing, but just like watching a Warren Miller movie, seeing the Olympics makes me itch to get out on my skis and try my hardest to get better and better, even if it isn’t at 75 miles an hour. I can’t wait to try more runs, to gain experience and just have a blast on the mountains.
I also think a major contributing factor to my excitement is just how accessible the Olympics are this year. We don’t even have cable at the house, and yet there’s plenty of online video access and news coverage for me to see. This page -
http://www.nbcolympics.com/olympicpulse/tweets/index.html
a link to all the athletes that are Tweeting, has me totally hooked. It’s like I know these people. I get a glimpse into what it’s like to be there, what they are thinking. Too cool.
Holy forever ago, this was Jan. 15th!
The night after The Bravery concert I mentioned here. If you recall, I was too worked up about something else to even tell you about our night. It happens.
We were running late due to house work, and only made it to the tail end of the women’s finals and got to see the men’s finals and the fireworks. But it was worth the hike up the hill. It was packed but we found a spot on the far right and got a great view. They had a fun DJ and like I mentioned on Twitter, I’d go every night for fireworks at the resort, too cool! Kids and adults alike were running around and sliding down the hill.
MK took a ton of pictures, too many to post here, so here’s an album:
Click for the Deer Valley Visa Freestyle Invitational Photos.
Saw this over at WalMart a little bit ago. I’m thinking, “Hmm, a burnt orange giant van for two grand? Sounds good to me.”
Put these on the front…
We’d have a niiice ride to Pasedena. Like this blog, I see orange, I think Texas.
Yesterday’s post was a picture instead of a heart warming tale becuase I was pouting. After talking with MK (and CH!) about possibly scalping tickets to MNF – he got one for free. So I let him go, Mr. Doesn’t Even Watch Football, and I stayed home and sulked.
There was no food in the house, I had no car, and after the gym I just sat around and watched the game on TV and pouted. I suppose I could have met friends out, but then I would have had nothing to complain about…
He sent me a phone picture of his fantastic seats, right on the 50 yard line:
He was all in VIP in the luxury seats with a waitress and fancy drinks and food. And got home well past bed time and wasn’t even all hyped up to tell me all about it, and the pictures he took with the real camera while there weren’t that fantastic – I blame the margaritas.
The first time I hurt my knee was in high school. In the marching band. Which is not a sport. It’d be cool to be on crutches if you were the quarterback of the football team, but not if you’re the worst girl that was demoted from flute to I’m not even telling you what it’s that bad. There were many “she can’t even walk right” comments in my family.
I sucked at every sport I ever tried, so I gave them up as fast as I could. Then, in college I blew my knee out twice more – once on a sticky bar floor and once at an uneven outdoor concert venue. I shouldn’t even HAVE pride left. At the bar, the owner was a friend of mine, and was nice enough to give me a shot of tequila after I successfully popped my kneecap back into the socket it is supposed to stay in. At the concert, I was having trouble doing it myself but no man I was with would hit it in for me as I kept instructing. All three times I’ve gone to the doctor they’ve put me in a giant immobilizer, that goes from your ankle to your hip. Again, glamorous only after saving babies from burning buildings, not in college hopping around campus after a night at a bar.
So of course I took up skiing. And the point of this story is that although my knee hurt from time to time, it barely would pop, not the full on dislocation I’ve come to expect. And I made it through ski season – the toughest sport I’ve ever attempted, still walking on both legs.
Until last week, when no, not skiing, but standing up from sitting down and turning to reach and get something…did I pop my knee out of joint. My knee is a dork.
