Judgemental

Yesterday we were offered third row seats to the WNBA playoffs....The Phoenix Mercury against the San Antonio Silver Stars (who's job is it to name these teams?)

Black Jerseys = Silver Stars. White Jerseys = The Mighty Mercury

We went with the attitude of considering our appearance to be similar to community service. Someone needs to support them, right? But we ended up having a really good time.

The game was really intense, and I ended up getting far too in to it. And am embarrassed to say I would go again.

My biggest regret was not having my video camera. The WNBA has a very interesting fan-base, who offered countless amazing footage moments. I may have matched the fans in intensity but there were many other things that separated me from them. Such as: a biker chain, an Ellen DeGeneres hair cut, oh and a husband.

This is Charles Barkley one of the top 50 players of all time. I learnt that if someone points out Charles Barkley in a crowd full of Basketball fans and you go "Gnarles Barkley, where?" The person in front of you will turn around, and give you a very dirty look, and Kevin will have to jump in and explain that you are from England and don't know too much about basketball.

Moral of the story: Don't judge basketball by who is playing it. A good game, is still a good game. (Kevin will pretend he doesn't agree with this statement, but I saw how much fun he had last night. Don't let him tell you otherwise)

Happy Anniversary

Happy Anniversary to me! I have now been in America for 5 years. Look at me go.

I moved to America at the beginning of September 5 years ago, into my far-too-small dorm-room at David-John Hall. Much has changed since then, but it has been a wonderful 5 years. So to celebrate I have dedicated the whole of September to my anniversary (think of me what you will.)

So far to celebrate we have been country dancing. We had lessons beforehand from an old G-pa Cowboy. We quickly became friends and he started using me in all the demos. He liked to come around and critique us as we were dancing. Apparently I bob around too much. He suggested I keep my upper body still and take smaller steps; "save some energy for when you get home."

We also went out for some good old American BBQ, at a small whole in the wall known as Stacey's. It has been voted number 1

BBQ in Phoenix, and I now understand why. Nothing like good ol' fashioned smoked BBQ ribs, served to you by someone with a hic accent to let you know your in America.

To accompany the celebrations I have been increasing my American knowledge by reading about Abraham Lincoln. My knowledge on America is somewhat embarrassing. I also plan on being able to label a map of America before the month is out.

Since we are only half way through September there is still plenty more time for celebration. I just need to think of more American activities....Ameritivties?

(ps. I still love England, as is evident by my past costumes for halloween.)

Spot The Difference

Kevin and I went for a bike ride with Sean (Kevin's cousin-in-law) on monday, the difference between biking in Arizona and Utah was HUGE!

Can you spot all the differences?

1. No dad in Arizona

2. Kevin's and my outfits don't match

3. My jersey, well Kevin's, is way too big (hint hint, Dad)

4. Lush green v. desert waste land.

5. Cacti! If you look carefully you can see them in the background, they were everywhere!

6. I had to carry my own backpack with Kevin!

7. Kevin is sporting his Cougar pride (he actually got a few comments from fellow riders)

8. There are clouds in Utah!

As fun as it was, 20 miles in the super heat isn't necessarily my first choice to spend a holiday. Maybe next time only 10 miles?