Laborphobia

It all began with the kickoff of the BYU/Washington football game. 

Location: Lavell Edwards Stadium
Date: Saturday, September 4, 2010
5:00 p.m.   Kickoff
5:08 p.m.   Beg Kyle to buy a drink
5:10 p.m.   Beg Kyle to buy cotton candy
5:11 p.m.   Beg Kyle to buy kettle corn
5:13 p.m.   Beg Kyle to buy ice cream
7:30 p.m.   Kyle buys me a Diet Coke. 
                  A caffeine-free Diet Coke. 
                  *Sigh*
8:15 p.m.   We leave the game with 5 minutes left to beat the traffic
9:00 p.m.   We finally leave Provo (we did not exactly beat the traffic).
                  Head for the Uinta National Forest to find a particular campsite and
                  camping friends.    
                  Armed with GPS, Google Maps, and a few text messages
9:30 p.m.    Beg Kyle to stop at KFC in Heber City
                  He obliges. 
                  We consume several dozen ounces of caffeinated beverages.
                  Also, chicken.
11:24 p.m.  Witness burning trailer.
11:30 p.m.  There are no rest stops. 
                  Beg Kyle to pull over on the side of a road. 
                  That is all.
12:00 a.m.  Miraculously, we find the campsite.
                  And the camping friends. 
                  Set up our tent.
                  Patch the air mattress.
                  Freeze the remainder of the night.

Location: Somewhere in the Uintas
Date: Sunday, September 5, 2010
8:00 a.m.    Delicious breakfast.
11:20 a.m.  A trip to "town"
12:15 p.m.  Hot dogs and Phase 10 in the back of the truck.
3:07 p.m.   "Rafting" on the lake.
7:03 p.m.    Delicious dutch oven dinner.
10:30 p.m.  Put on all remaining articles of clothing and proceed to freeze the remainder of
                  the night.

Location: Somewhere in the Uintas
Date: Monday, September 6, 2010
6:30 a.m.    Give up all hope of sleeping in and begin to revive feeling in appendages.
9:00 a.m.    Pack up all of camp and turn on car heater to full blast.

Location: Home
Date: Monday, September 6, 2010
11:30 a.m.   Arrive at home.  Destinkify all persons and belongings.
5:30 p.m.     Welcome friends for the Boise State/Virginia Tech football game.
8:48 p.m.     Sweat profusely.
9:00 p.m.     Celebrate victorious Boise State win.
                    Watch as Kyle falls on the kitchen floor with pure joy.
11:00 p.m.   Go to bed alone because Kyle is still beaming over victory

How was your holiday weekend?

You Best Believe

Have you ever noticed how rainy days sometimes suck all the energy from your very bones?  Or is it just me?  All I want to do on rainy days is bury myself in a pile of blankets and stare blankly at the dark clouds.  But I did sew up a girly onesie for a BabyLoo order.  Kyle was skeptical about it at first, I could tell.  But he liked it in the end.  Good husband!

I made sloppy joes.  (aka sloppy joses, for the Spanish-inclined).  Kyle had the equivalent of three.  Three, I tell you!  I scowled at his large appetite and hoarded the leftovers for my lunch tomorrow.  (like I could get away with eating three sloppy joes?) (seriously)

We drove five and one half hours home from Boise last night. With a car packed full of stuff we ransacked from my in-laws. With the windows down. One of such things we ransacked has apparently spent its earthly existence solely bathing in a sea of gasoline. Gasoline which now has penetrated the very fibers of the car. I'm pretty sure we were high after five and one half hours of such exposure to gasoline fumes. Which might have explained our 11:05 PM sing-along to the Mormon Tabernacle Choir at inappropriately high decibels. When we got home Kyle so graciously doused the car with Febreeze for good measure.

As I try to think of other such interestingness to share with Internetland, Kyle is going on and on about how great Boise State is. He just finished watching the 2010 Fiesta Bowl from the bathtub. "...September 6th, the biggest game in Bronco history!...We'll start out ranked number two in the nation... little Boise State will probably be second or third in the nation...so all we gotta do is win and we're in the national championship...probably....little Boise State....you best believe with they being in the national championship (snaps fingers in my direction) we be going...."

Do you see what I have to put up with?

It's really quite amusing is what it is.
I wouldn't have it any other way.

How Do You Like Them Apples?

Didn't you hear?  Oh yes, Boise State won the Fiesta Bowl and that means I am married to the happiest man in the world.  One might even say he is giddy or gleeful, but that just doesn't sound manly enough to describe a serious football fan, now does it?

Moments after winning the game, Kyle and his manly football friend Kevin embraced in a very manly celebratory hug, not unlike the one you see here.  Oh yes, there was jumping and shouting and high-fives all around, even from yours truly!  Yes, even I experienced the 4th quarter nail biting goosebumps and even I felt a wave of pride for the underdog no one picked to win.

I really do have a lot to celebrate.  Not only did my new favorite collegiate team win a very important bowl game, but my husband is sublimely happy and I no longer have to hear about all the ways Boise State can and must win a BCS bowl... that is, until next season.  For a few more months at least, I have my husband back!  Now he will have plenty of time to shower me with his undivided attention... or something like that.

 And for all those who are not facebook friends with Kyle, I leave you with his most inspiring post-game message:

to all the TCU players and fans who said you were going to 'destroy Boise State.' To ESPN, CBS Sports, Sports Illustrated, Fox Sports, and all Utah sports radio stations who doubted Boise State.  To the Mountain West Commissioner and fans of the Mountain West Conference who don't EVER give Boise State any credit... HOW... DO YOU LIKE THEM APPLES???  GO BRONCOS!!

On a somewhat related note, is it just me or is there a similarity between these two photos? 

I'm just sayin...

...as a Boise State Victory

I came home from work, wearing the green sweater. Kyle said I looked nice and together we watched familial drama unfold on Judge Judy.  A short while later I went to get ready for the Christmas party and put on the red sweater.  The following conversation ensued:

Kourtney: Kyle, do you like this sweater or the green one better?

Kyle: What green one?

Kourtney: The one I was just wearing.

Kyle: You were wearing a green sweater?

Kourtney: Yes, I was wearing a green sweater.  The same green sweater I was just wearing when you said I looked nice.

Kyle: I don't remember you wearing a green sweater because... I was looking at your beautiful face.  I just remember you looked beautiful...  like beautiful things... your face is as beautiful as a Boise State victory.

Kourtney: You remember my face but you don't even know what color sweater I was wearing?

Kyle: The red one looks great, wear that.

Ok, fine.  So I wore the red sweater, but he probably doesn't even remember.

Thanksgiving Sports

Thanksgiving is about gratitude and family and good food and traditions.  It is also about sports.  All kinds of sports, in fact.  Sports for the husband, and sports for the wife.  What more can you be thankful for??

The Sport of Holiday Cooking

Long before we woke up, Kyle's mom was already up cooking a first-rate Thanksgiving feast.  I joined in soon enough to learn the ropes of Margaret's Mashed Potatoes and the new-to-the-Post-family grape salad that only a few of us seemed to really like.

The Sport of Basketball

Nephews and uncles battled it out in a game of half-court basketball.

The Sport of Feasting

But eating so much really is a sport, don't you think?

The Sport of the Family Turkey Bowl

Every year the Posts play the cousins, the Okamuras.  Every year, but one, the Okamuras have won.

The Sport of Spectating

Good wives watch their husbands play sports, right?  We were so brave to be cheering them on in the cold!

The Sport of Losing yet Another Year

It was a close game, but another victory for the Okamuras.  The coveted turkey trophy is a hard prize to give up.

Kyle Being a Good Sport?

The Sport of Black Friday Shopping!

Armed with Thanksgiving ads, we braved the streets of Boise, Idaho at 4:30am with Devin and Ashley.

The Sport of Catching the Sunrise

Kyle and I headed home at 7:30am, just in time to catch the sunrise.  We then slept until noon.

The Sport of Christmassing

I convinced Kyle's parents to get out the tree and decorate!

The Sport of Another Victory

Of course, no holiday would be complete without a Boise State victory.  I was really ok that we watched this one from the comforts of home instead of freezing to death at the blue turf.  Warren and Kim were so kind to have us over to enjoy the game!

How to be a Boise State Fan

This is Kyle.  Kyle loves Boise State football.

This is Kourtney.  She married Kyle and therefore promised to love Boise State football too.

Together they are the Posts and they will witness the slaughtering of the Idaho Vandals' football team by the Boise State Broncos.

This is Boise in November.  It is very, very cold.  And windy.

This is Kourtney at the football game.  It is hard to tell that she is so cute and festive under all those layers: short sleeve shirt, long sleeve shirt, sweatshirt, jersey, father-in-law's winter coat, leggings, jeans, knee-high socks, thick wool socks, knee-high boots, ski gloves, hat, scarf, sunglasses, hand warmers inside boots.  The layers are key to staying warm at a Boise football game.  Take note.

In order to stay warm the entire game, be sure to bring a spouse to cuddle with.  Especially one that will buy you hot chocolate in the third quarter.

You must also participate in unhealthy excesses of cheering.  When sitting at the very top of the stadium, you must cheer very loud, pretending that the players can hear you.  This is not unlike the cheering that may take place at home on a Saturday afternoon.  Also when the players cannot hear you. (Kyle would like you to know that this photo was taken long before the game started.  People do actually come to Boise State football games.  A lot of people, in fact.)

This is the blue turf.  Home of many victories.

This is what happens to Kourtney's hair after a Boise football game.  Clearly there was no point in spending a half hour styling before the game.

After surviving the frigid victory, Kyle and father enjoy sports from the comfort and warmth of home.  They would stand here for hours if they could.

May God bless the Boise State Broncos.