Okay guys, enough blubbering . . . let's hit the open road!
We've got some new bloggers on board our Blog-Across-America so I added a song for them. Bicycle Race by Queen. I LOVE QUEEN and Bicycle Race is my daughter's favorite song.
Val of the South is living the vida Utah and has a broken ankle so she would rather ride her bike along side the yellow submarine. We also have Pedaling who is all about bikes and dogs. (Feel free to bring your dogs.)
My JA brother Stephen is also a major cycler and could probably kick our cute-little-running-short-clad booties in a bicycle race. (I wonder if he has this song on his playlist?)
I was thinking since we're going to be cycling and jogging and blogging, we should try to get people to sponser us for every mile. I know without a doubt I could set a new world record for most miles blogged in a row so while I'm blogging my brains out I might as well make some money for cancer research or something.
No, forget cancer research. I will buy every single cancer victim a 2 liter bottle of Code Red Mountain Dew.
OMGOSH! Guess who stopped by during the friendship basket to give me a craving for humble pie? Pat's mom, Marjorie! THANKS for coming by Marjorie, but I feel unworthy.
Can we call you Marjie?
Everyone give Marjie a big hug! She is up to bat right now against breast cancer so grab your pom poms. But don't forget to poke her in the eye so too she doesn't get a cavity from all the love.
Marjie we're all going to pitch in and buy you the complete Carol Burnett Show collection so you can laugh yourself silly. I hear that cancer is super ticklish. I LOVE CAROL BURNETT!
Hey Jami finally showed up for the lesson, so everybody pay attention.
Or we can just talk story behind her back and tell each other about our first kiss. It's a road trip must! My first kiss was to a boy named Brigham. I was only 13 years old and I was madly in love . . .
But you guys go first. Age before beauty, they always say.
Gee, what else could I say to make Funny Farmer's head spin?
Oh, do you guys want to hear about my first day in Relief Society as a commoner?
Well, I sat in the back. I didnt' realize it was so loud in the back, but I guess that's where all the giggly girls sit.
Don't look at ME! They were totally egging me on.
The opening song was every cotton picking verse of Master the Tempest is Raging. We sang it for 15 minutes straight. I kid you not. My stomach hurt so bad. But I was singing with all of my heart. Really, I was singing my lungs out. And then as soon as the song ended the sister sitting next to me handed me a peppermint altoid.
And THEN we went right into the practice hymn and we sang the chorus on MTTisR AGAIN! But this time peacefully instead of fervantly. The old chorister kept turning around and giving me stink eye as if it was MY fault she wasn't up there leading a different song, so finally I just stuck my tongue out at her.
Okeedokee, gotsta get movin.
bLoG oN eVeRyOnE!
But first, YAY STEELERS!