Don't know why. Just am. Maybe because my daughter's teammates yelled ALOHA after she won her tennis match today. That just gets me, ya know? That word packs a powerful punch with all of it's various meanings. Hello. Goodbye. I lub you. Welcome. To our team. We accept you as one of us, even though you just transferred from a different school.
Or maybe I'm happy because of the stories and fabric donations I'm getting for the 2nd magic quilt.
Or maybe because I spent the day with my mom and my sister volunteering at the Hemophilia foundation and meeting other cool mom's of children with bleeding disorders.
Or because I did the Dew today. The Mt. Dew.
Or maybe I'm happy because I did the Hokie Pokie and the Boot Scootin' Boogie and the Chicken dance with the patients at the Developmental Center last night.
(BTW, I figured out why Malcolm stole my stone cold heart so quickly. Because he reminds me of Lulu.)
(Guess what! Lulu swims now.)
Maybe I'm. just. happy. The End.
I think I might be on the right path in the right place at the right time.
And I'm hoping that path leads me to Boston.
Which leads me to today's post:
Okay, so I used to travel a lot. By plane. When you live in Hawaii that's kinda how you travel. If you listen to the radio on an airplane for at least 10 minutes you will hear this song:
I have listened to this song on every single flight I've taken during the past five years.
I LUB THIS SONG.
Then last week, at the dentist, while my face felt like it was giving birth, this song came on the radio.
A single tear slid down my cheek. And not because of the tremendous stretching and pulling and smashing going on in the southern part of my face.
The next day I went to lunch with a friend of mine who was in town for the weekend. Her name is Lisa.
And she lives in Boston.
I had to show you us from both angles because Lisa says she looks like Marge in Charge in this photo.
Lisa works for some big wig Hawvawd Business School dude. She calls it HBS. That's how cool she is.
She found my diary and enthusiastically invited me to start my Blog Across America in Boston.
She says she's the hostess with the mostess.
And she lives near Braintree, which is the home of John Adams and anyone who knows me knows I would marry John Adams if he asked me. And I would marry Abigail Adams too, if John didn't mind.
What say you peeps? Shall I start my Blog Across America where America started?
Do you think I've had enough practice blogging across southern Utah?
In the meantime, while I'm trying to wrangle up the funds to pawk my caw in Hawvawd Yawd, I will be blogging across China--Retro style--on my Dummies are People too site.
I'm doing it for my mom because she's been waiting to hear about my trip for three years now.
Check out my first post here.
P.S. Don't you just lub how I can weave Lulu into any post?
P.S.S. I know I haven't finished the story about my great grandma Constance and my great grandpa he-who-shall-not-be-named. I do have another post up my sleeve which is coming soon, but I'm saving all the good stuff for my best selling novel.
You're welcome in advance.