Congratulations Utah on a perfect season. You owned the Cougars. You are the superior team. Period.

I am also pleased to announce my experience as a BYU fan visiting Rice Eccles was also better then anticipated.

This is my report:

--Of the 8 Utah fans in my immediate vicinity, only 2 were TOTALLY wasted.

--I only heard the "F" Bomb sixteen times.

--I only heard "F" BYU twice.

--Only four times was the "F" Bomb directed at me personally.

--I only saw the whole west stadium give Austin Collie "The Bird" six times (who, btw, is unstoppable--the only highlight of the game).

--I was only hit in the head with a blunt object four times.

--I was only threatened with physical violence twice.

--I only felt high from the pot smoking once (that one was worth it).

--I only saw two ladies get hit by their drunk husbands, after which the men received several pats on the back from other men saying "Way to keep her in her place."

--Several times I heard Utah woman fans singing "Utah man am I" Someone please explain that one too me.

--I heard NO ONE sing the whole Yewt Fight Song from start to finish.

--Only one rabid Utah fan put his cigarette out on my arm. It will heal, I am confident.

Totally a place I would like to bring me kids. You should be proud, Yewts!

So, with all that being said, congrats Yewts on being a terrific football team far superior to my Cougs this year and I hope you take the BCS!

Fans... You still blow!

See you next year! Do you Yewts have ANYONE coming back? Because we have EVERYONE coming back...

This is my report!

Matt here.

I am not one for a simple "This is what I did today" post. Sometimes my posts turn out that way, but I am not a big fan. I wish I could convey something insightful or inspiring with every post, but most of the time, I fail in this endeavor (thus the lack of posts). I like substance and ideas. Not simply 'this is what I ordered off the menu...'

My father is awesome at writing with a message. He maintains a daily journal that is always fascinating to read. Nothing can happen during a day but in his writings such events are always interesting and captivating.

Last week, we hiked a vigorous trail up Bell's Canyon. This is my father's account:

"Oh I hurt! I get up, I hurt! I walk, I hurt! From the waist down I just hurt!

Matt was set on a hike yesterday and pressed me into service. 8:30AM he, Alex, Isaac and I found the Little Cottonwood Trailhead to Bells Canyon, and with sticks to steady, we started up. Above the first switchbacks vistas open and we spot five deer, at least one with a large rack. We pause only momentarily at the reservoir, then I detour us on to the "romantic" route around the lake and up to the water diversion facility. The trail is far to the north but we stay south on the stream, flounder and explore until just below the upper bridge where we get back on the trail.


Ever upward over the bolder strewn route, frequent pauses, "how much further?" --this is a climb, not a hike! Steeper, longer, aches, rests... Alex never tires, Matt leads, Grampa uses Isaac as excuse to slow, wait, try again. We should be there! Isaac can't go further... streetches out, determined to wait our return. Matt goes ahead to explore -- 300, 500 yards, calls me twice on the cell-- to return? --push on? Then he finds the falls! Eureka! He yells encouragement down the canyon. Isaac hears his dad! ...draws new life, strength, determination... and leaves Grampa struggling in the rear.

The reward is breathtaking! We descend to the bottom of three sets of cascading falls --100 feet of plunging splendor! A thrilling reward! We pause and snack. The weather has been awesome-- cool and blue skies. We have phone signals and I report to Karen, but we still have a long way back-- a steep, rugged, bolder strewn retreat. I need sticks in both hands to steady my lunging steps. Knees, calves, thighs -- all hurt and ache, but we keep moving.

Alex is in total control and could have gone farther. Matt is strong and stable, but feeling his limits. Isaac is awesome! He pushed to the top, pranced back down, and all were waiting with the engine running when Grampa slithered out the bottom. We were all ready for the hot tub. I was still slow getting in and last out, but happy for the entire ordeal."

OK. So here they are. These are not my favorite photos. I do not love posting them, yet I am going to anyway. For those of you wondering if a twin pregnancy is different than a singleton- IT IS!

The picture on the left is the day I went in to have Isaac. Why the goofy look on my face? Not sure. I was about to have a baby, so I'll go with that as a reason.

Picture on the right is of me today. I am six months pregnant with twins. So far the vote in my family is I am officially bigger at six months than I was at nine with Isaac. Scary eh?

If any of you have a morbid curiosity of what the human body can do you should google photos of twin pregnant bellies. Whoa! There are some real crazy looking bellies out there. I think I will probably continue to take pictures just because of how frightening it really is (And so I can show my babies what they did to my body). I mean, there are two, count them, two humans growing in my body right now. Each of them is just over one pound. So when they get to say, five pounds....

Like I said morbid curiosity.

Anyway, totally random post, yet somewhat interesting. At least to me.


**Note** My stomach has been photoshopped to remove stretch marks, but the actual size is real.

**Note to self** I should put make-up on the next time I decide to take a picture of myself I plan to post on my blog.