Date

I like dating my husband.

(I'd like to think I don't always look bald but I run hot and thus the hair gets pulled up and back)

He is so stinking fun. We decided (well I did, because I make the decisions :) that we would go to our first Major League Soccer game.

(Great seat selection. Lot of action on our end and side of the field)

We were an hour late and missed the entire first half. To be honest we were on time but I brought the wrong card to verify our tickets and we had to run home. I was pretty mad at myself but Chri let me know all was well. What did we know about soccer anyhow?Well...Nothing (I wanted a soccer for dummies before we went but failed to do that too)

(Trying a new soccer hair style. Getting in touch with his Latin roots.)

Turns out it we didn't miss a whole lot. It was 0-0 when we got there, we arrived during half time. Apparently Chri and I are big soccer fans. He was yelling and we jumped out of our seats on more than one occasion. REAL ended up smokin the other team 4-0. It was pretty awesome.

After the game they had fireworks in honor of Pioneer Day. That makes for 6 amazing professional firework shows this year for me, not to mention all the cool aerial's the neighborhood lit this year.

And then instead of opening the street for the masses they crammed all 19 thousand plus of us on the road like cattle until the fire marshal cleared ground zero. My husband did defend my honor and threaten to kill the drunk man after he rammed me, he even got an offer from the man standing next to him for assistance in said felony.