Well, we weathered the worst blizzard in Utah history.
I've never lived through a blizzard without any snow before, and believe you me, it was rough. Mostly because of what it did to my geraniums.
That darn blizzard murdered them.
But look, look, look! One little flower is a die hard.
It's like double dog daring that blizzard to BRING. IT. ON.
Look how it's hanging on for dear life.
It's almost inspiring, ain't it?
Speaking of inspiring . . . my son played his first high school basketball game today. And his second and third--Sophpmore, JV, and Vars, baby!
You just don't understand, he eats, drinks, guzzles, snarfs, and inhales basketball so this was the culminating moment of months of hard-core, nitty gritty, down and dirty practice. (Not to mention months of me chauffeuring him to that hard-core, nitty gritty, down and dirty practice.)
Last week the coach called after workout and told us our boy had been inspiring during practice.
I told him he had the wrong number.
But after watching him play today I kinda get it.
I think he might be a mutant.
You know what's cool though? He's wearing my lucky #13.
That's got to be a sign, dontcha think? Of what, I know not, but a sign of something or other.
You know what else would be a cool sign of something or other? If I ended this phase II voting with exactly 13,000 votes. Then I would KNOW fer sure that I was born under a lucky star.
Do you think I can do it?
I'm at 2,200 now with 16 days left to vote. That means I have 10,800 votes to pick up. Divided by 16 . . . will somebody do the math?
That's less than 700 votes a day, right?
My inspiring son just laughed out loud and said, "That's impossible."
See why I told his coach he had the wrong number?
Let's look to it, peeps.
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