Rivalries Never Die

Hi! 

I got to go home again last weekend. (I know what you're thinking, "She goes home every weekend!" but it was fall break so I had a legitimate excuse this time!!!) And as an added bonus I got to go a football game.

But not just any football game.

A Nyssa vs. Vale football game.

For those of you who aren't from Malheur County (which would make sense since the county population is only 30,630; no really, there are more cows than people) that is a big deal. Like Lakers-Celtics (in the Magic Johnson - Larry Bird era) big, Ravens-Steelers serious, and Texas-Oklahoma college football passionate. 

No exaggeration.

Plus, I hate Vale. 

Sorry Vale people who may be reading this, I like some of you, but when you've cultivated a hate for as long as I have it's hard to let go.

Sorry...kind of.

Anywho, if that wasn't enough, both teams were undefeated, and ranked 3 (Nyssa) and 4 (Vale) in the state. The winner was pretty much guaranteed first place in the league and two home playoff games. And between the two teams they had pretty much beaten (or the people they had beaten had beaten) every team in the valley.

So serious bragging rights were coming from this game. And EVERYONE came to watch.

Well, as many people constitute everyone in Malheur County (and we're back to the cow thing...)

And the game was in Vale. I hate Vale.

It was a crazy game. Vale scored on the third play of the game. 

Then Nyssa scored three times.

And Vale scored again.

And for fun, Vale threw in nine personal fouls during all that.

Well, nine that got called anyway...classy.

Sorry Vale people...again...kind of.

So the score was 13-20 with like three minutes left.

And I thought it was over.

Hah, I was wrong. Vale scored again which made it 19-20 with about two minutes left.

And then they went for two!

And barely didn't get it. And took 10 years off my life in the process. Thanks a lot boys.

So we got the ball with just under two minutes and managed to get two first downs to clinch the win.

Hahahah! I was so excited.

I hate Vale.

I've said that a lot, huh? Sorry...kind of.

I went to take a picture of the scoreboard but they turned it off before the last seconds even ran out.

A little bitter maybe? 

It was great. 

Also this happened:

But this is what was really happening:

I was so proud of the boys. It wasn't their best game ever, but they pulled it off. I also want to point out that Vale had nine personal fouls, and Nyssa had none. What does that tell you?

Also, I love being from a small town where the high school football game is the biggest deal in town. 

It really was too. (Remember what I said about cows? We don't get out much. Sports are all we've got.)

It's always a great day to be a bulldog. (And the boys got bumped to number one in the state rankings!)

The flower that blooms in adversity is the rarest and most beautiful of all.

-McKenna

In Logan...

In Logan...there are as many people wearing BYU stuff as USU. 

And apparently, the Old Navy in Logan only sells U of U, BYU, and BSU apparel. Huh??

In Logan...there are deer running through campus.

True story. My roommate and I went to yoga and three were running around. 

In Logan...people don't know what an onion truck is.

See the truck that they're putting onions in?? Onion. Truck. Don't get in its way. 

In Logan..."singles' ward" could also be known as "Guess who's on their scriptures and who's just texting" or "Give it a month, they'll be engaged" or the ever popular "Hey, linger longer?? Free food!"

In Logan...people from "small towns" graduate with several hundred people.

Hahahaha...ohhh...Yeah, they were serious.

This is the majority of my senior class. There were 56 of us. 

In Logan...fortune cookies speak the truth.

Shortly, before this my roommate and I met two guys
(who may or may not be vampires because we have no idea where they came from).

In Logan...it snows the first week of October.

*long drawn out sigh...... -_-

In Logan...the fire alarm goes off when I'm doing all my laundry and all my pants are in the washer.

And it's cold outside.

And raining. Mother of Pearl.

This is my view when someone tries to make grilled cheese...

In Logan...crazy stuff happens, dude. 



Reach for the sky!

-McKenna 

Be it ever so humble...

...there's no place like home!

I never realized how true this was until I went to college!! This post is a little late (I had a midterm to study for), but I got to go home last weekend!!! I went home late Thursday night and surprised my mom (who thought I was coming home Friday afternoon).

My roommates were sad to see me go. (They're going hate me for this... muah-ah-ha-ha)

Anywho, I was kind of worried about walking in the house at 3:00am (who knows what my mother would do if she thought someone was breaking in...), but luckily I avoided being shot.

Yes, I was a little worried I was going to be shot.

She actually wasn't concerned at all. Her sleepy mind figured it was either my dad coming home early (he's been working out of town for the last few weeks) or one of my siblings wandering the house. 

And she was so surprised when it was me! :) 

She did the whole: "Wha..? How? How are you here???" thing. It was adorable.

So was my brother Ashton, he was excited to see me even that early. 

And for the record he's grown like three feet since I left for college. No joke. 

However, Hannah, my sister was not excited to see me. She's not excited to see anything but the inside of her eyelids between the hours of 10:00pm and 10:00am.

Yes, that is a twelve hour span. And no, I am not kidding. And yes, if you disturb her it is scary.

Like fear-for-your-life scary. Trust me, don't do it.

It was so good to be home. I missed it so much! And now I finally know what my house smells like!

Yes, that was a serious statement. You know, how when you're living somewhere you can't tell what it smells like? Well, I always wondered what my house smelled like. Life goal #86 complete.

Just kidding. That's not one of my life goals. 

I got to see my people. I love my people. I've missed my people. :) 

Look at them: 

They stole my phone. And took pictures. And set them as my screen saver. Now they're paying. :) 

Yes, he is wearing my sister's volleyball uniform... 

As fun as that all was, the reason I went home was to go to one of my best friend's farewell. He is going to serve an LDS mission in Ukraine. How cool is that?!

He did a great job, and I may or may not have cried when he was speaking. He's going to be a great missionary. I'm going to miss him a lot. But he's going where he needs to go. I'm so proud of him.

Dallin (the missionary), Sarah, and I have been best friends for most of the last four years. We've done a lot of things together and have accomplished a lot of cool things.

Our 2nd FFA State Championship together.

HD3 - High Desert Elite Marketing

The farewell was a really special moment for us, since we probably won't all be together for the next two and a half years. I love these two.

I had to take off my shoes or I was way too tall for a group picture.

I am so blessed to have such amazing friends and family, and I know Elder Widmer is going to do great things in Ukraine. Going home was so fun! 

Dorothy was right.


Ohana.

-McKenna