Thank You Universe!

Dear Peeps,

I miss you, do you miss me? Yes or No? Please write back.

P.S. I think I LY.

P.S.S. XoXoX

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My sincerest apologies for not doing my visiting teaching to each of your blogs this past week. I am up to my eyeballs in little boys and Doritos and Code Red Mountain Dew right now.

In fact, I have a whole case of little boys on my living room floor at this very moment because my rockstar brother and his family are visiting.

And I have a whole case of Code Red in my fridge right now because my rockstar student, Juicebox, doesn't read anything I assign. He says he just wants me to teach him how to write, but he doesn't want to jump through any hoops. He'd rather just give me guilt gifts and text me smiley faces to try to melt my stone cold heart.

Ironically I don't even drink Code Red. I only let my blog drink it, while my body drinks Code V-8.

Well don't tell my body, but I'm totally strung out on Code Red right now--flying sky high.

Do you want me to tell you a story since I'll be awake for a while?

Today my daughter played a 3 hour tennis match! 

She is a freshman playing 2nd singles on the high school varsity team. (Was that TMI? In a Braggedy-Ann sense?)

She fought her little heart out for every single point.

I had to rub my eyes to make sure that was her pumpin' her fist and kickin' A. She won the first set in a tie-breaker. Then lost the second set in a tie-breaker. 

Instead of playing a third set they played a super tie-breaker--first to 10 points. She lost 8-10 but it was the most gorgeous loss I've ever seen in my life.



Does that look like the smile of a loser?

Well it is.

But let me back up.

By the time she was half-way through her second set all the other matches were over. Slowly but surely the whole tennis team began to gather around to watch my daughter.

Picture the courts surrounded by a tall fence and screened with a windbreaker. You can just barely make out the figures gathering outside the screen, but you can hear them saying your daughter's name, encouraging her to hang tough.

You can do it!

Don't give up!

Keep fighting!

You're not tired!

You can take her!

How do you describe that feeling?

By the end of the match the crowd was breaking into wild applause every time my daughter won a point.

I was thinking about how cool it is to have people in your corner--people on the other side of the fence cheering you on when you want to give up and applauding you when you don't.

If I know the universe as well as I think I do, I bet every single one of us has a huge stadium of fans on the other side of the screen, eating hot dogs and popcorn and cheering us on from the sidelines.

Thank you Universe! We couldn't do it without you!

btw, we caught that runaway cockroach in our van. Here's photoGRAPHIC evidence that it's still in pampers:

(Three foot cockroach my eye!! Silly goose Mom!)

P.S. You better stop telling my mom she's adorable because it's going to her head.


Look at her going all Mary Poppins on me in her fit flip shoes that exercise her calves and buns while she just sits there blinking and shrugging and looking cute.