Region Champs!

Friday night Hardy's basketball team got to cheer, cut down the nets and celebrate as the Region 6 Champions. Then they went back into the locker room and sprayed sparkling cider all over each other and acted like they just won the World Series. Boys are funny. Jack was sad that we couldn't stick around for the festivities, but it was way past his bedtime. Someday though I'm sure he will join his dad in coming home sticky and happy.

They have won every year that we have been married, and I think all but 1 year since Hardy started coaching at Olympus. They had a great season this year and he has really enjoyed working with the boys. They have 1 more game this Tuesday, and then the State Tournament begins next week. Our fingers are crossed that they do well and go all the way.

Facebook

I just don't get it. What is the craze these days about Facebook?

I must be missing something because everyone seems to love it and spend lots of time on it, but I seriously don't get it. When people send me an invitation to be added as a friend, I am happy to oblige, but then what? I don't learn anything about anyone from ther profile. Instead now I'm in the know every time some random person I went to high school with complains that they can't decide what to fix for dinner. It's so weird.

Plus people keep trying to send me "requests" that I don't understand either. What am I supposed to do with a Little Green Patch or a butterfly? No offense to those who have sent them to me, I just don't know what to do with them so I have a strict "no request" acceptance policy. They just feel too much like spam or a chain letter and I don't like feeling obligated to pass them on.

And then the real kicker is when people I know start using it to contact me. That's great for people I haven't seen in a while, but when good friends act like they fogot my email address so they have to use facebook to find me, again, that's just weird.

Maybe I'm just using it wrong, but as it stands I just don't get it. I mean seriously...get a blog. :)

The Good Old Days

Last night my family and I went to the dress rehearsal of the Woods Cross High School production of Beauty and the Beast. Hardy and I took Jack, and my sister brought her kids, and my parents came along to watch the kids faces. They were still working out a few technical bugs so they had to go over a few scenes a few extra times, and Jack barely made it past "Be Our Guest" before he was ready to go, but it was fun to be there. We've been such recluses I forgot how much I enjoy getting out and seeing a show.


Watching the director yell orders at everyone sure did take me back to my high school days when I used to be in the musicals. They were so fun. While Hardy was busy bonding with the basketball team during his high school days, I was more of a choir and AP geek. He totally makes fun of me about it now and rolls his eyes at drama people, but I roll my eyes at his jocks and cheerleaders so it all comes out even in the end. ;)

Here's me and my friend Charity in our costumes for "Once Upon a Matress."

This was me as Chava in my Stake production of Fiddler on the Roof. (On the right) Check out that long, nasty fake hair. Luckily it didn't hurt my chances with the fellas as my character got to run away with the hottest guy in the show at the end. Good times.