Tracie's World

So Steph and I went to a program at the Tabernacle Friday night, and met some wonderful folks from Tallahassee, Florida. We proceeded to get into a friendly little game of talking smack with them about Saturday's upcoming game against Florida State. And really, the general consensus was that the Cougs would wipe the field with the 'Noles. Somewhere in the back of my head, however, I had this little twinge that BYU might start believing their own press and not show up for the game. Segue to Saturday evening, when I checked the first quarter score, and FSU was up 13-0. And - true to the little twinge - they never looked back. And me, being the highly strung fan that I am, couldn't even watch. I still don't even know what the final score was. (Last I checked it was the 3rd quarter and was 44-21.) Oh how the mighty have fallen. We beat one little ranked team and move up I don't know, 86 spots or so to the top 10. We move up even further after decimating one li...

One of the really classic movie lines to my mind, is when Tom Hanks as manager Jimmy Dugan yells at Evelyn the outfielder in "A League of Their Own". Evelyn has just missed the cutoff gal, and as a result several extra runs are scored by the other team. When they finally get the third out, Evelyn comes running into the dugout and Jimmy yells at her. Evelyn gets all upset and starts crying, at which point he says "There's no crying in baseball!" This seems to be appropriate considering the recent run of at times great athletes who totally tanked it in their respective matches, and then proceeded to go off and blame other people, while filling the air with expletives. First, there's Serena Williams, the most ungracious of all the recent Grand Slam champions, going off on a line judge. Then there's Kyle Busch going off about how it's everyone else's fault he missed the Chase. And how about Jay Cutler, going off on his receivers and the referees...

Somewhere around 4:00-4:30 yesterday morning, I woke up. I keep a small flashlight by my bed, so I can check the time and know how much longer I have before the alarm goes off. So naturally I found the flashlight to check the time. I felt pretty groggy, and fell back asleep, not even paying attention to the flashlight still in my hand. The alarm went off at 5:30. I was startled awake (which is the point of an alarm clock), and went to reach for the clock to shut off the alarm (keep in my mind that I still had the flashlight in my hand when I went to do this). Said flashlight fell out of my hand, hitting me in the eye. I suddenly went from a feeling of "Oh man, is it time already?" to a feeling of "Holy Sh_t, that hurt!". I also had a sinking feeling of "That's gonna leave a mark...". I lay there incoherent and in pain for a few more minutes. By the time I did get out of bed, and went to check things in the bathroom mirror, the above sinking fe...

Not many people may be aware of this, but Salt Lake is blessed to have many people of Greek ancestry who live here. Once a year, the second week of September, they set up a bunch of extremely large tents next door to the Orthodox Cathedral and hold a big Festival. I absolutely LOVE the Greek Fesitval. I look forward to it all year long. They have the best food, and it's such a fun atmosphere. The entire city seems to come out for it. I enjoy it so much it's as if once a year, my last name becomes Edwardsopolous. There's a long line for the food, which is served cafeteria style and a la carte. I always spend too much money on foods I can't pronounce very well - Souvlaki (meat on a skewer), Pilafi (lemony rice), Keftethes (meatballs), Fasolakia (green beans), Pitas, etc. This also means I always eat too much at the festival. Last night a girl came by the table to let us know how to get "to go" boxes if we needed them. Hello - as if the food would even ...

Monday was Labor Day, and in my ques t to complete some of the items on my list, I convinced Angel, Inge, and Janeen to accompany me on an adventure to the Bonneville Salt Flats. As long as I'v e liv ed here, I've never been too far west of Salt Lake City, let alone to the Salt Fla ts . So the holiday was a good excuse get away and make it happen. The Salt Flats are a little over 100 miles from he re, and I just have to say that it is a mostly boring drive. Once you get past the Great Salt Lake, and a few salt processing plants, there's really not much to view, except for flat, open, salty country. It's easy to s ee why there's a lot o f car accidents out there. People just get mesmerized by the nothingness. Thank goodness for my handy dandy iPod with the accompanying wireless FM Transmitter , so that we could have some musical accompaniment for the journey, courtesy of Fleetwood Mac and The Eagles. The trip ended up being fabulous. We stopped a couple o...

Yesterday was quite a big day. I was blessed to attend the weddings of two of my dear friends, Janelle and Charlee. There were plenty of happy tears shed, and it was great fun to see other friends that I hadn't seen for awhile. Janelle's wedding was at 9:00 in the morning, and it was my first opportunity to see the inside of the new Oquirrh Mountain Temple. It was beautiful. The sealing was performed by the temple president, and I have never seen a bride more excited to be getting married. She was surrounded by family, and friends from the Singles Ward, and I was so happy, I started crying the minute she and her intended walked into the room. Weddings seem to be even more thrilling when you know the effort it took for them to find each other. It was quite a moment when she let out with an exultant "Yes!" when making her vows. The ceremony was brief, and so I was able to spend a couple of hours visiting with Angel and Holley before heading to the reception. We...

Ok, moment of truth here. I have big thighs. In fact, I cannot remember a time in my life when I have not had big thighs. This has always been a cause of great concern to me (and any other girl who freaks out over her thighs). And don't even mention the embarrassment of wearing a particular kind of fabric so that people can hear you when you walk. I can't tell you how many leg lifts I have done over the years, trying to reduce my thighs. Well, now, apparently big thighs should give me reason to rejoice. According to Danish researchers, patients with the thinnest thighs are more likely to die early, than those with "thunder" thighs. Hallelujah! So here's to my thighs, my chub rub, my skirts that fit better around my waist, and my inability to keep my legs together when I sit. All I can say is God Bless Denmark!

Had a good weekend to finish off the month of August. Friday night, went to Sarah's house for a potluck cookout. The food was good, and it was a pleasant evening in the back yard. Had a great group of friends there, plus my friend Jedd put on his bubble show for us, which was really cool. He's really good at it. It's amazing the tricks and things that can be done with bubbles. Turns out he puts on his show for kid birthday parties and such. I can definitely see there being a market for that. Saturday started off good with a round of golf. Rosann and Janeen and I went to Nibley Park Golf Course in Salt Lake. It's a nice and fairly easy 9 hole course. The weather was fairly perfect, and thanks to our golf lesson, we all are playing a bit better these days. Saturday evening I met up with Inge and Amy, and we went to dinner, then went to see "Julie and Julia" at The Gateway. The movie was fabulous, totally fun, and I really recommend it. It totally put...