Vernal Volleyball

I have the absolute best street ever. The girls that live next door to me, have become some of my very best friends. We have a lot in common, but enough NOT, in common to really have a great time together. We picked up a set of sisters from Francis to go play in a volleyball tournament in Vernal over the weekend and it was cathartic.

We left our families for a weekend of girl talk, eating, spooning, and 14 volleyball games in less than 24 hours, ending at 12:30 a.m. and starting the next morning at 6:00 a.m. We also did  a little sight seeing on the Res, (Fort Duschesne, mostly 'No Tresspassing' signs and wild dogs), and through Roosevelt where we saw a fake-out garage (had to be there), and got gas, also had to be there.

The tournament was really fun. We walked in pretty cocky, then got our Ayes kicked by some of the shortest, quickest, obees-ist, (like 10 pounds shy of needing a jazzy chair) women I have ever played against. It was like something out of the twilight zone.

A good lesson learner though, about judging books and their covers and the like.

Plus, I'd  never pass up a chance to spoon with Kelly!



Playing til' midnight-thirty, then  big mac's and fries, then our 6am wake-up call took it's toll on all of us.




Steph Folkman, Becky Dees, Denise Frazier
Kelly Woolstenhulme, Shanna Atkinson, and Moi.
Steph and Becky are sisters, as are Denise and Shanna, so Kelly was my honarary sister for the weekend.
Can't wait til next year!