Dance

Dance competitions are over and the final recital is this Tuesday.

This year Sassy took up pointe ballet and her technique and form has taken off to great heights.

Tree Monkey tells me she hates dance, but that is only when it interferes with her playing or she is tired or hungry. A little food or a nap goes a long way with her.

Now for the pictures of the competitions......

A little ballet number with the smaller girls.

The "Born to be Alive" outfits

"Putting on the Ritz" in Parowan Utah

Tree Monkey is 2nd from left and Sassy is the tall one on the right.

"Born to be Alive" number

Tree Monkey is on the right

Parowan UT

Sassy in "Putting on the Ritz" at Gotta Move Comp

Orange on the left is my girl.

My girls are in the middle

This is the ballet number called Ballet Production and is done with younger girls sen in blue tutu's in this shot.

These are the dance pictures done by DaniC Photography. Love what she did and love looking at my girls.

Sassy

Tree Monkey

Sisters

Football Woes

A few days ago Tori did a post where she got on her soap box.

Today, I step up on mine.

Last night I went to watch my son play football. It was a pretty evenly skilled team at first glance. Then I notice that the clock person is letting the clock run when he should stop it. They other thing is that the referee's were making some very biased calls. I know, you've all heard this before. There were many angry men, coaches, and parents that also noticed this.

Provo High played Lehi High last Night. Lehi was grabbing face masks and not getting penalized or even called on them. It had to be blatent roughing the kicker in order for the refs to throw a flag against Lehi. This means that Lehi was allowed to hold, clip, jump offsides, grab face masks, stand on the field and UNETHICAL the entire game.

Now, I know that Provo made it's mistakes. We had a couple turnovers and some holes that needed to be filled. Our defense did really well, that is until they had to play the four extra players wearing black and white. (Lehi's school color is purple.)

The last 3 minutes the refs were making up calls and throwing flags on all but 3 plays. For example: the ball would be dead and the ref would call a holding call as players were heading back. The playiers would line up and a flag would be thrown.

The biggest upset is that with 15 seconds to go the clock was allowed to go forward to 10 seconds. Then the ref called a time out for Lehi. Yes the ref called the time out. Lehi was out of time outs and when the coaches agreed to allow it the refs should have called a penalty. They didn't. They moved the ball forward and the score of Lehi 10-Provo 13 (that should have been the final score) was changed to 17 to 13!

I'm all for the team losing IF they earn it. But they played a lot better than Lehi and so the refs took pity on Lehi and gave them the game.

I WAS SO PISSED!!!!! I wasn't alone. The men around me were yelling load at the refs, and swearing!!! I didn't know people actually yelled those words from the stands. It made me laugh because even though I was so mad, I wasn't going to swear at the refs.

Lehi hired unethical referees like I've never seen in the last 4 years of watching Provo High football.

On a good note: Though Varsity lost JV won!!!!! 23-24 and Monkey Wrench injured his elbow. I guess when you are stopping TWO opposing team players with ONE right elbow it's a bit much to do.

He is fine and will be wearing a brace to help him support his elbow in future games.

JV game pic

The End.

Partay Prep

The most important part of the Super Bowl party is to decide which team to root for.
I consulted oldest son and he said since his friend wants the Giants to win. He thinks that the team he roots for always wins. I know, I know. It's absurd. He refused therapy so we just go with it for now. I digress. Anyway, since the team he roots for always loses he thinks he should cheer for the Patriots so his friends team will win. All this because he doesn't care and she does. Sweet isn't he.

Well, when Tori posted about her scientific way of picking her team, I got to thinking- Who am I going to cheer for?

Since I can't root for the Cowboys, my bro is a history buff, it would be really cool to see a team go 19-0, plus I don't really have a preference for one team over the other. . . . . I think I will cheer for the Patriots.

Go Patriots!!

Give Me A Ball!!!

Sooooo I was just going about my daily blog lurking reading, when I came upon Tori's post about football. That sparked an idea for a post or so.

Here's a little history about me and football. I dated football players. Pretty impressive feat since I was not a cheerleader. I was a band geek. I did field marching during half-time and pep band during time-outs.
During high school Monday Night Football meant Do Not Disturb!

I was raised on football. My mom is a die hard, and I mean die hard, BYU fan. She is this sweet lady who makes every effort to do the right thing. However, during a BYU football game her alter ego comes out. If you need a nap before your graveyard shift forget about it happening on the night of a BYU football game. There will be floor stomping, SHOUTING, arm chair coaching, and swearing! Yes, my mom says naughty words when BYU doesn't play like she wants them to play.

Mr. and I have many things and activities in common. Football isn't one of them. for a little over a decade I didn't watch football. The reasons why are vague and not important. I didn't watch football. Then Monkey Wrench came to me in his 8th grade year and told me he was going to try out for the football team at PHS during the summer. He got up early every morning and did some conditioning. He played flag football and when PHS began their football conditioning he was there. On his bike he rode to and from. Every morning at 6 AM. Skip to him playing on the team. Ohhhhhhh, I'd forgotten how much I looooooved football.

It is waaaaay more than the cute butts in tights. It's about the hitting hard.




The catching of the ball. The running.






The seemingly impossible becoming possible. It is watching the guys cute butts on the sidelines cheer on their team mates. Shouting, "DEFENSE. DEFENSE."

Of course it is always best live. I don't get near as involved when it's on TV.

It's official. I LOVE FOOTBALL!!!!!

To be continued. . . . . . .