Game Day

I really laid in bed last night and couldn't sleep because I was so excited for the game. We got up early had a fabulous breakfast made by Dad. Then we put up our Christmas and got ready for the big game. It takes a lot of preparation to get ready. I have to pick out all the clothes, red of course, paint faces, do matching bows in the girls hair, hang my banner, and smack talk a little to Jeron.

My handsome Ute

My darling Ute!

My kissable Ute!

My pretty Ute!

My baby Ute!

Jeron said I should be fair and at least paint a Y on the other check of each kids. My reply to that was "...fair? You can paint a Y on the other check if you want. I won't stop ya." Hahaha I know that he would never do that so I had nothing to worry about.

We went up to my parents house to watch the game. I was freaking out the whole game. I was dying once we hit over time. When we made a field goal I knew it was over. I knew my Utes were going to lose. My heart broke when it happened. It is always hard to lose a close game. There is always hope that you just might win. Oh well maybe next year.

I told Jeron I wanted a pic of him holding his finger up for #1. He said he would only do this pic. So yes, there I am owning my teams standing in the MWC.

Tough loss! We will get them next year:) Worst part, due to my faith in my Utes I will be flying a byU flag next year for each game. Yep, Grandpa Gene won the bet. He has told me he will help me hang it for the first game. I think he is just looking forward to seeing me cringe.