Runnin' Utes Red or True Blue BYU?

So today I was on a search for stadium chairs. Mine has seen it's last ball game and Troy never had one-because he's always coaching. I went to Sports Authority they had nothing. The salesman suggested I go to the Sports Chalet. Off I went. I looked all over the store and just wasn't finding the kind I was looking for. Then out of nowhere, a large Polynesian sales associate who, by the way was wearing a U of U shirt, asked if he could help me find something. I told him I was in search for really good stadium chairs. He said he had some U of U chairs and BYU chairs and started back across the store. I followed him thinking I had already been to that end of the store when he stopped right in front of them. I picked up a chair. I was looking it over for quality and wondering if they would be comfy or not when I heard him say, "Oh, sorry-looks like we only have one blue one left."

Now, I'm thinking, what is it about me that makes me look like a BYU fan? Why would he make the assumption that I couldn't possibly love the Runnin' Utes? At any rate, as he walked around the stand he found another blue seat and brought it back to me when he noticed I had picked up and was looking a red chair, and just said, "Oh!" and walked away. Weird!

So tell me, do I look like a Ute fan or do I look like a Cougar fan? What exactly does a Ute or Cougar fan look like? And more importantly, which color did I buy?

"If it's too loud....well, you know the rest!"

In recent months, I have been spending an awful lot of time in the car. Traveling to and from dance, baseball, football and school-AND IT'S SUMMER!!!!

Our rides in the car wouldn't be complete without a some music. I used to think I was the boss of the car stereo. Isn't that the way it's supposed to work? The driver is the DJ? The Driver gets to pick what song we listen to? At any rate, I no longer have the "power of the dial". To be honest, most times I don't mind their music. In fact I like Secondhand Serenade or Katy Perry and I love Pink. But when your trying to have a conversation and the music is drowning you out, it's gets a little frustrating.

Tonight was one such night. I'd like to think I'm hip and cool. I'd like to think I'm still 17. At least I am in my head! Tonight my world was shattered when my loving daughter uttered those dreadful words, "if it's too loud..." she started then quickly realized she may have said too much, "well, you know the rest!" she muttered under her breath.

Not only was the the music too loud tonight, but on Sunday I totally had a "mom moment". We attended the Oquirrh Mountain Temple Dedication. It was Max's Birthday. What a special treat, I thought! Not so much to the kids. I made a big deal about how important it was, that they may never have the opportunity again. When it was over I made them take this picture-holding their hankies and tickets. I think I will save them and when they are able to go to the temple I'll give them their special hankies from the temple dedication. You know, just what a mom would do!

No, you can't "shut off the mom"! It's too hard. I try to be cool-and most times I think I really am, but every now and then, just in case I've forgotten, I'm reminded if it's to loud.....