Game 1 Finals - 100-75 LAKERS!!!

Lakers won! No duh! ;) Our team is amazing. Kobe Bryant had his game face on from the start.

How to get Kobe's game face:
1. Have a serious intense gaze. See the prize in front of you.
2. Slight furrow of brow. Not angry, but intimidating.
3. Drop jaw and jut it forward. Your bottom teeth must stick out as far as you can (Don't hurt yourself).



Now here's a question I have for Jameer Nelson...Do you not know that a mouth guard goes inside your mouth? My Mom thinks that it was too big for your mouth and she feels sorry that it doesn't fit. I think that you should be kicked off the court if you allow your mouth guard to hang out all nastily like that.

So basically, I love the Lakers. I think they are the best. Kobe Bryant was definitely the player of the game being all amazing and whatnot. LOVES IT!!!

Lakers family forever and always!!!

Laker Girls!


So this is for real! The Lakers made it to the NBA finals!!! YAY!!! I am so excited. It's the best.

After finishing first during the season the Lakers made me nervous through every game of the post-season. There were ups and there were downs, but the only thing that is ultimately important is that they triumphed through every single series and Heather and I got to see them trounce Utah, which was delightful. Mom didn't like us missing church, but hey, we made it to the first hour-ish. (Dad would have said it was a-okay. What am I saying? He would have come with us!!! Woot-de-woo!)

Here's the deal. We want to make something to remember this momentous occasion. How? With your help of course! We want everyone (and I mean ALL YA'LL) to send us pictures of you celebrating the Lakers in team gear or purple and gold attire (No blue, come on people, they're play Orlando Magic!) You can get super creative or just snap your smiling face. What we are going to do is make a video of all this, put it to awesome music and play it at our "Lakers just won the finals" party. Of course Heather and I could just make it completely of us, but where is the fun in that?

I think this is going to be a wonderful finals and we are going to win. President Obama was even quoted picking the Lakers in 6. This is serious. I'm so excited. Watching it gives me chills and I'm sooo excited. It's so beautiful. So put on your purple and gold, game faces, beads, purple shoes because we are in it to win. (Or you could eat tons of candy in support of Odom's sugar addiction. Sounds tempting, doesn't it.) Watch it because these boys are hot, sexy and play a beautiful game.

GO LAKERS!!!

When your not practicing someone somewhere is and when you meet I'LL BEAT YOU!!!

This is my declaration, "Bring it CHUMP!!!"

I've decided that I am in a competition with someone. They don't know that they are in competition with me. This gives me an unfair advantage of being able to visualize their crying face when I beat them during my training sessions. While they are "training" they won't know what's going on and may be thinking they only have themselves to beat. NOT TRUE SUCKER!

I would explain the strenuous training sessions I have been having, but then that could tell my competitor that they are in fact my competitor. Better them not know so that when I crush them it will be OH SO SWEET!

So this is a warning to everyone I know...If there is the slightest chance that we could be competing, we probably are, so watch yourself. So basically, anyone I know has a 1 in (however many people I know) chance of being my competitor. So if you do something then be the best or prepare to be bested by this girl. HEY-YAH!!!

Post-Grad?

Riding Hank to the Post Office may not have been my best idea ever...

90% looking like an idiot...10% maybe looking cool...100% scared I'm going to fall.

I don't know where people learn how to ride because outside on the streets it's nerve racking. I felt like every single person was judging me and I hopped off more than I hopped on (technically not true, but you get the point). I still LOVE Hank, but I'm going to have to take this relationship one day at a time and see where it takes me.

AND I got a couple of blocks and it started raining and the minute I turned a corner to come home it pretty much stopped. I'm a loser.

Well, got to still get to the Post Office. Guess I'll use Franklin (Mom's car!)

AL + LB = LUV, TRU LUV

I'm sooo twitterpated it's not even funny. It was always love at first sight. I couldn't help it, I was hooked. Must be the season of love!

Anyways, I GRADUATED!!! Woot de woo! Well, I guess I graduated last December, but I didn't officially walk or get my awesome diploma holder until last week. I feel very accomplished. Now...what do I do...?

Most of the family were able to go up to Utah for the big hullabaloo. It was cool. During the huge walking, everyone graduating thing President Uchtdorf and Elder Nelson talked. They are amazing speakers. Uchtdorf was also given an honorary graduation thing so we were basically in the same graduating class. How's that for bragging rights? I know your jealous. Back off!

When we were walking into the Marriott Center before that convocation thingy I found my ridiculous theatre friends and of course we kind of made a spectacle of ourselves. We were just walking outside and decided to loudly project the graduation march song. Chad was the loudest and we were laughing so hard when we looked over and Uchtdorf was sitting in a special chair chuckling at us. He gave Chad a thumbs up and waved to me, probably because we were the most special.

The next morning was the smaller graduation in the DeJong Concert Hall. It was tons of fun. Elder Oaks spoke and man, that guy is powerful. He's so cool. I wish he hadn't run away from my sister so I could have gotten a picture with him. She is so embarrassing sometimes (JUST KIDDING!!! I love you ugly).

I think the best thing was seeing my family there and knowing that they were supportive and proud of me for all that I accomplished. Even though, according to neon green pump girl, I didn't graduate in a real major (Maybe BYU should look into that!) I loved being able to see them. They were in the front row and I was thinking I was going to walk fiercely across the stage in my purple chucks, but couldn't! They were just too cute! I got all giddy and practically skipped across the stage! I was totally the cutest (and humblest too!)

I love my family!

At Emily's house we had a party where I got gifts. It was fun. But my absolute favorite...They told me to close my eyes and I did. I honestly could not imagine what I needed to close my eyes for, I couldn't even think of anything while I was waiting with my eyes closed. I thought that they might just throw stuff at me...who knows? But then when I opened my eyes being placed in my lap was a BRAND NEW LONGBOARD!!! I was thrilled beyond thrilled. I had a perma-grin that lasted through my first ride with Hank (that's my LB's name) and lasts every time I see him. So happy!

I love that I graduated from Brigham Young University with my B.A. and got a longboard! Maybe when I get my masters I'll get a surfboard! (Here's to hoping!)

Could have fed a starving child in Africa...tsk tsk Emily Ann

Last week I decided that I was going to have something delicious to eat for lunch. I was not sure what it was going to be, but I knew it was going to be oh so good. It was.

Like lightning striking my brain I decided to make rice. LAAA!!! I love rice. I think it's delightful. I was never good at making rice. I went years without it because I couldn't properly cook this delicious treat. I would not only burn it every time, but a lot of the time it would be undercooked AND burned. How in the world does that work? I would follow the directions on the bag, I would follow the alternate, higher calorie, directions on the bag, I would ask many different people how to make rice and each time it was ruined by my hand. There was only one explanation, I was cursed.

I graduated from BYU a few months back and since being home have been petrified to even think about cooking rice. I would try to coerce others to make it for me, but they would always put sick nasty stuff in it and all I really wanted was the pure kind. I was an addict that was ebbed slightly before a higher tide rushed in. I needed it 100%, but couldn't do it myself and no one would do it for me.

I couldn't take it anymore. I asked one more time how to make it and it made sense. I knew that it was going to be perfect. The directions were no longer convoluted, my brain took them in and I felt strong with power. I was creating the perfect batch of rice! It was VERY empowering to finally hold that nice steaming bowl of rice and eat to my hearts desire. Sigh.

I had broken the curse. I'm pretty sure the curse was basically that I was in Utah and Utah doesn't like me very much. That state and I have an ongoing hatred that will last until the end of time. I know that it ruined my rice because it wanted me to suffer those four long years that I was to spend in it's grasp. Sucks to be Utah because I got out of there in 3.5 years. (I tell people it was because I was ending my supply of money that I finished early, but it was really to snub Utah and get my hands on rice.)

ANYWAYS!!! Last week I decided that the delicious lunch I was to have would be a nice bowl of rice. It was so delicious that I started talking out loud about how much I love rice. "I love rice, I love rice (That part was sung...this wasn't). I love that I can eat rice whenever I want. For dinner, for lunch and even for breakfast. I love that Anita taught me how to make morning rice with butter, milk and sugar. It's so delicious." For lunch I made it with butter, salt and pepper. SO GOOD!

But here's the crazy, amazing thing - Anita called like a minute after I had said that. She is psychic. So of course I told her I was just "thinking" about her (ahem...talking aloud to myself) and thanked her lots for a new way to eat rice. Any excuse, any excuse.

Worst Type of People: Someone who throws rice away instead of saving it for a snack later on. EMILY!!! Goodness. She did this right in front of me too. She took the beautiful rice and dumped it in the garbage without a second thought. I immediately scolded her, but there was really nothing I could do, it was now stuck to disgusting trash. Rice is not trash, it is delicious, except for if I make it in Utah because Utah hates me. The End.

Most Improved Staller

So I am amazing! Well, basically. Last Thursday, Friday, Saturday I went through Motorcycle Training classes and TOTALLY PASSED! So, basically, I'm amazing. Hah!

I was sooo nervous. This has been something that I have want to do for such a long time and never actually went through with it. I think my secret obsession with motorcycles started in high school and I only shared it with a few people. And now, look at me, one DMV written test away from having my license and TONS of money away from actually owning a bike, but hey, I'm one step closer now, aren't I?

I was just thinking about how I have never been on an actual motorcycle before going it solo during this class. Scooters and four-wheelers, yes, but not a motorcycle. That's kind of thrilling actually. My first experience was all by myself. I'm a lone rider. I don't need anybody else.

The class was fun, thrilling, scary, nerve-wrecking, and everything else. Every time I approached the bike (it was a white, Honda Rebel, totally cute) I thought I was going to die! The instructors would explain what we would do and in my mind I would freak out and then they would demonstrate what we were going to do and I would think I was going to explode and then they would tell me to get on the bike. And I would mentally scream as I would attempt to do what they told me. It was ridiculous! And oh, how much I loved it. HAHAHA!!!

I'm pretty sure that I was the only one who ever stalled my bike, this gear thing is sooo complicated! The only exposure to shifting gears and clutches and whatnot was when Mike, Joshua and Nate taught me how to drive Mike's car in a parking lot. Basically, they just laughed at me. The motorcycle essentially stalled every time I even looked at it. I think I witnessed one other person stall their bike, but that may only be wishful thinking on my part and an overactive imagination. The coaches got used to me having to walk my bike out of other people's ways. So sad. Although, they kept reassuring me that it happened to everyone, even them, and not to worry about it.

The final testing part was the scariest thing I have ever done. I would have taken a grumpy full-house that wants comedy when you are killing every actor onstage. I somehow made it through though and passed...I am telling you now, I don't want to EVER have to make a tight u-turn again in my life. WORST - THING - EVER !!!

My group was very supportive and fun to be around. They were mostly older guys that took me under their wings and told me I was doing great (even though I wasn't). There were two girls and guess what! Her name was Ashley and my name was Ashleigh. It sometimes was confusing because who can really hear the "gh" over a motorcycle. In the end we were a happy family (with one tic that I wanted to push off his motorcycle...and run over). I miss them too. You get to know these guys so well. They shall be missed.

In the end Ashley got Valedictorian and Ashleigh (that's me!) got Most Improved. It was a very victorious moment. My instructor told me that it took me so long to start up after a stall and then in the end I could do it so quickly. Just think, I got so much experience starting up again after a stall, like two seconds to get going again (seriously), and everyone else that didn't get all that practice will be out on the street stalling and taking so much time trying to get going again (sucks to be them). I'm basically amazing.