speaking of mourning

The last few days have been rough for Cougar fans everywhere. The BYU-Utah game on Saturday was ugly. But, we will survive, we will hold our heads high and we will say (as we have said before), "There's always next year". No matter what happens on game day, we are still proud, true-blue Cougar fans. So, on Sunday, Tom bravely (or stupidly--I'm still trying to figure out which) donned his BYU tie, we sang the Cougar Fight Song, loaded up in our BYU license plate-clad car and drove to church where we endured quite a bit of heckling and trash talking (from the bishop, and in his UofU tie, no less--a huge Ute fan and I sustained the guy!). Apparently, we are deep in enemy territory. Our ward is full of red-blooded Ute fans--I had no idea the apostasy ran so rampant around here. I may have to reconsider some of these friendships...My only consolation with it all is the sweet, sweet memory of Beck to Harline with zero on the clock for the game-winning touchdown on the Hill a couple of years ago. So after the slaughter on Saturday, I will say we're all even. And in the spirit of good sportsmanship, I will say congratulations to the Utes. Now go kick some BCS butt!

By the way, I had to have "the talk" with Elleke the other day. You know the one--it's very serious and can take you by surprise. It went something like this:

Me: "I just want you kids to know that if you ever go to the University of Utah, you'll be kicked out of our family."

Elleke: "But mom, what if you pay for us to go there."

Me: "We will never pay for you to attend that school."

Elleke: "OK."

I think it went very well--very clear and concise, just the way they tell you to. As for the other "talk", I'm not sure I'm even close to ready for that one. Frankly, this one concerned me more and I'm glad it's out of the way. Go Cougs!

mourning...

OK, so maybe that term is a little strong. Perhaps "disappointed" would be more appropriate. You know what I'm talking about. I'm not super happy about the outcome of the presidential (and congressional) election but I wasn't all that jazzed about my choices to begin with. No matter what "we the people" decided, it would have been historic--the first African-American president or the first female vice-president. And although I don't agree with most of what President-Elect Obama is proposing for our country, I am keeping an open and optimistic mind to see what happens. Now that the future and fate of the United States is completely in the hands of the Democrats, I'd like to see what they do with it.

I am more in awe of the whole election process this time around than ever before. I've had some things swirling around in my mind that have affected the way I feel about it and reminded me of what a privilege it is to cast my vote. We recently finished watching the seven-part HBO miniseries, "John Adams". Wow--amazing. If you have not seen it, please do. It is enlightening, fascinating and educational. It has truly made me appreciate the sacrifice and struggle that was required to create this great nation. Another thing I've been thinking about lately is the women's suffrage movement. My mom sent me an email a month or so ago about a few of the suffragists and the persecution they endured just for the right to vote. I thought about them today as I dragged my baby and my two-year-old through the sleet and snow to the polling place. And although I live in a very red state where it may seem my vote wouldn't have made a difference, it made a difference to me and maybe to those women and Founding Fathers who came before me. And as I taught my little girl about what we were doing and how to do it, I hope it makes a difference to her.

So here's to the U. S. of A. and to the free Krispy Kreme doughnuts and Starbucks hot chocolate we got for showing off my "I Voted" sticker.